Да я русская, но иногда интересно написать на английском, и сегодня я первый раз это сделаю в посту... When I was in 4th grade, we changed our place of residence. I live with my mom and it's even a little hard. Closer to the topic... Of course, I had to change schools, I already studied at this school, in the 1st grade. As soon as I arrived, I realized that my classmates there were not as good as in my last school. I had a full classmate, and everyone called him tolstoy, they were offended, and I was the only one who was friends with him, because I knew that the main thing was not appearance, but what is in a person's soul. And while I was friends with him, I noticed how I started to be friends with other guys. Six months have passed, and I have finished the school year. After the summer, I no longer went to elementary school, but to secondary school. The fifth grade is an adult. I began to notice how a classmate was climbing up to me and insulting me, then I was still small and calm, I could not respond with rudeness. But over the course of the year, I got rougher.Every day, I came home and cried, complained to my mother about a classmate, to which they replied that "don't pay attention." In the 6th grade stillAnd with tears in my eyes, I told my mother how he offends me, to which she replied, "don't pay attention." In the 6th grade, it got worse, our characters changed for the worse, he began to flatter even more, and I began to respond rudely. And one day he started telling his mom, and she started dealing with me. Of course, I was very sorry that my mother didn't do that, but at the same time I understood that my mother was just not like that, she just knows that these are childish scandals and it's better not to get into them. Yes, every year it was very bad, and every day it gets worse. And now I'm already in 7th grade and I'm still struggling with it. Кому интересно, я могу и перевести...
1 год назад