Going to Bullworth really wasn't my choice. I didn't want to go to this hellhole that we call a school. My parents said it was for the best, they said they needed time to themselves.
My older brother, James, graduated 4 years ago. Now he is a technician at the local car shop, and he is SO boring.
James wanted me to go to his alma mater. I didn't even know what an alma mater was until 5th grade when this nerd came up to the class and talked about it.
I really hope that Bullworth isn't too horrible. I'm writing this on the night before I transfer in the "Young Students Department", so I can start 7th grade.
I already started a bit of 7th grade. Well, kinda. Before the summer I was in a group with the smartest members in the class, to do advanced work with help from 7th graders. I knew all this time that the "advanced work" was really just normal work for the first weeks of 7th grade.
I'm writing this way past bedtime. I have my lava lamp on so I can see.