Since school is coming closer I am getting memories of events that don't make sense at all

Grade 1: I don't even know what happened at this time. One kid was gay and proffesed his love to someone by a bad song, people kept bullying me calling me delicious, the bully kept eating erasers, the bully then got expelled and came to class the other day crying for the whole day
Grade 2: This was a better school year. The boys went to the office for fighting and their punishments were dancing the Gangnam Style. We had a really cool Math teacher named Jeff who made us do anything we want. There was this guy who kept spilling his water everyday so his nickname was Mr. Tapon(meaning spill in Tagalog)
Grade 3: Best school year ever! I made a lot of friends, had the best teacher, and just basically I was really happy!
Grade 4: NO. I hated Grade 4
Grade 5: The new guy was an absolute pervert! He touched girls' butts, stratched his dingly dang dong next to me, cheated and many more. So not the best year but better than Grade 4

That is all. My fingers hurt.