Alex Miller’s Story

Cranston, RI 02910, USA I attended preschool at some school wit the word "Friendship" in it's title, I can't remember too much from back then except for the day I graduated. My mom came and I somehow earned a trophy. I went to kindergarten at John Hope. All I remember from back then is a teacher with these crazy socks and another teacher who was really attractive. I remember the naps I would take on those weird plastic beds and the field trips we would take in the summer to the zoo and the beach nearly every week. I went to elementary school at some school with the name "Canston" in it's title for 1st grade a bit of second but I had to eventually transfer to Stadium since my family was moving. I remember Stadium very well. My 2nd grade teacher was Mrs. Sweeny. I remember we did a play based on Mr. Popper's penguins. I wasn't really doing that well that year but somehow I managed to pull through. My 3rd Grade teacher was named Mrs. Armstrong, which I thought was pretty badass. She was definitely one of the nicest teachers I ever had and I even remember accidentally calling her mom. One of her former students even made a children's book with her as a character, which was like the coolest thing ever. Eventually, though, I had to transfer to Dutemple Elementary because apparently it was the school I was supposed to attend. I remember those years like it was yesterday. I had a crush on a girl named Nicole Potter back then but being as shy as I was, I never actually tried to do anything with it. I remember one day somehow a kid named Evan asked her who she thought was stronger, him or me. She choose him of course because back then I was pretty damn chubby. It would be years until I learned that I was actually pretty strong myself. Anyway, my 4th grade teacher was named Mr. Simone. He had a Sylvester the cat tattoo on his arm. I remember he could be pretty damn harsh. One day, he noticed how messy my desk was and dumped it out in front of me and ordered me to clean it off the floor. Sure, he was pretty harsh, but I remember he was a lot nicer than the teachers next door. I honestly can't remember the name of the one right next door to ours but I only remember he had a picture posted up of him meeting Usher. He had really spiky hair and, thinking about it now, he could've possibly been hispanic. In any case, he was a lot more harsh than Mr. Simone but he was also had an extremely kind side. I remember one class we switched teachers and had to do presentations from poster boards we made. When it was my turn, I went up there and completely froze up. I couldn't say a single word because of how nervous I was. This supposedly harsh teacher, however, prompted me kindly with questions that I was able to answer. I was extremely happy that he would do something like that for me. I remember the walk back to my desk being the most relieving of my life back then.

This sums up preschool to elementary.