Middle School Memory

My memory of my middle school math classroom it was one of the scariest part in my school it's because I don’t understand math much. It was 6th grade in a old dusty building it was like a building that was built during the 80’s or the 90’s. The desk were broken, there are drawings on the desk, there were cracks on the ceiling, and some parts of the wall were turning into a nasty yellow. I sat at the last row in the classroom with 32 students in a room about 50cm3. There is a big blackboard in the front of the class and 32 desk in the middle of the class, and a whiteboard in the back. The room always has a musty smell in it, I could almost smell it by mentioning it.
The bell rang, the apprehensive mood came through the classroom as fast as the speed of light, it was time for math class.
“Great, it math class.”
Then my math teacher start to
So I have to share with my partner when he is going over the quiz.
A while past by the bell rang, and it’s the end of the class every one pack up all the thing really quickly some of them just stuff it in. I stand up and walk up towards my teacher, he didn’t said a word until everyone have clear the room.
“Did you know why I tell you to stay after class?”
“Yes, I know Mr.Smith.”
“You're not doing so well recently in math, what is going on? Do you understand everything in class? Do you need help with it, because I can help you with it.”
“I-I don’t really understand that much in class and need help but I just don’t know where to ask for help from?”
“How about this from now on I will give extra homework to do, and you stay here with me after school to everyday I will explain to you everything how it works.”
“Got it.”
“Here is your quiz make sure you study at home I give you another chance to retake the quiz, you can go now.”
On my way back to my desk, I flip over my quiz and saw a big letter F on the top of the corner. I pack up my things and I went back home in