As soon as my mom helped me pick out my clothes, I was off to my first day of young fives at Holy Spirit School. When I walked in the school, I realized everybody was in the same clothes. They were wearing long navy blue pants with either a white or light blue  shirt. I was confused because I was not wearing a uniform. My mother walked me into my classroom the first day of school. I realized that there was a small group of kids: my class consisted of three girls and three boys. My first thought was that everyone looked friendly.

The day progressed rapidly; we all were trying to get to know one another.

“Okay class, everyone gather around!” Ms. Coleman proclaimed.

We all walked over to gather into a circle, and I realized I was being left out. Lily, Mackenzie and Elizabeth were all ignoring me.

“Class, we are going to play a game. We will all go around and share our name and age.” Ms. Coleman said.
“Okay Sabrina, it is your turn.” announced Ms. Coleman.

“My name is Sabrina and I am 4.” I replied in a shy tone.

The first few weeks of school went very smoothly.

As time went on... I had something to confess to my mother. I was very nervous and didn't know how to tell my mother and didn't want her to react in a bad way.

“ Mom, I need to tell you something.” I said to my mom nervously.

“Yes sweety what's wrong?” my mother asked.

“The girls in my young five class are ignoring me. They won’t let me hang out with them. They won’t even share the toys.” I replied quietly.

My mother keep her anger  to herself and didn't over react. She always asked me how I was doing after school, because she knew school wasn't going the best for me.

The school year was moving forward; my classmates weren't willing to hang out with me, so I had to think of a way to solve my huge problem. As I was shaking in my shoes, I went up to the boys.

“I have a question?” I asked nervously.
“Yes, what is it?” the boys replied.
“May I hang out with you during recess?” I asked.
“Yes, of course you can it will not be a problem at all.”  they all shouted happily.

That day I came home running to my mom and I told her I made new friends. She thought it was great.
“Sweety I have to tell you something,” my mother told me.

“Yes,  what is it?” I asked.

“When you told me about not being able to hang out with those girls, the next day I went to your teacher, Ms. Coleman. I told her what had happened, and I told her if it was going to stay this way I would take you right out of that school.” my mother stated.

“Mom,  why would you do that?” I asked.

“Honey, I was just doing the best for you. Ms.Coleman said she didn't notice that they were doing that to you, and she will be keeping an eye on what's happening.” my mother said.

Soon after the discussion with my mother, Ms. Coleman had a few talks about being friendly, sharing and not bullying in the classroom. That seemed to help a little but didn’t change things a whole lot. Later that day, the girls’ scrunched up their faces and stuck their tongues out at me. I quickly turned away so I could try to ignore it. The picture of them doing that wouldn’t get out of my mind. It just kept replaying over and over again.

When it became time for our recess again, I got invited over by the boys. They were all over in a circle, in the classroom, on the race car track rug. I knew that I had made a better choice of hanging out with them for sure. They were less drama, shared, and  included me with everyone.

I could tell the girls were getting jealous because every five seconds they would look over with disgusted faces. Wow,  they're jealous of me I thought. I continued recess with the boys’.

I think that this is the best choice for me. The boys’ care about me and let me join in. They care about me unlike the mean girls’ who have to watch every single step I take. I feel like I am getting watched by video cameras. I need to forget what the mean girls’ are doing and relax. They are the friends- the only ones - who care about me.
In conclusion, I had overcome this tough situation about redirecting my focus on associating with the boys’. The girls’ in my young five class bothered me, but I knew I had to get over it. By being friends with the boys’, it had made my problem end. I had changed a difficult time in my life that had affected me majorly. By learning this life lesson, it made me ready for the future. This made me realize early about life and how everyone will not act the same or treat you nice. When this happens again in the future, I will just think back to young fives. It will remind me of how a difficult time in my life can be changed by just coming up with a better solution to a problem and move on with life.