For some odd reason I don't remember much about grade ten. Except for two experiences. So I apologize in advance for the short chapter.

RIP Messenger Bag

I felt it was a good idea to use my grade nine bag for my grade ten bag.

I was wrong.

Horribly wrong.

This is why: imagine yourself, with your old but new messenger bag slumped across your body. Hanging off of your right shoulder.

You seemlessly walk into the school. The large foyer opens up as you enter through the blue metal door.

And then it happens.

Before you pass the office; it snaps. The bag couldn't take another second of lugging your books and stuff around. The strap flies up as the bag itself tumbles to the floor.

"NO!" You cry out. People around you stare at you as you are a weirdo for talking to your inanimate bag.

So. Yeah.

It died that one faithful place, and is now in a better place.

Rest in pieces old friend.

You have been replaced. By a lime green back pack.

Guiding

This isn't school related, but it is important.

People say things happen for a reason.

This for one happened for a reason which changed my life.

As a Ranger I decided to volunteer with a younger group of girls. My leader suggested brownies, as I felt I was terrible with kids.

{A/N: But before I get into more detail, let me explain the ranks.

Sparks - youngest - ages 5 and 6; they wear pink
Brownies - ages 7 and 8; they wear orange/brown
Guides - ages 9 to 11; they wear blue
Pathfinders - ages 12 to 14; they wear green
Rangers - ages 15 to 17; they wear red.
Jr. Leaders - pathfinders and up (optional)
Leaders - 18+
Trefoil guild - the elderly ladies that still like guiding but don't necessarily want to be leaders; they wear purple. }

And now you know...

Anyways, I decided to be a jr. leader for a brownie group.

I was all set for a group which met at a school in walking distance from where I lived. However, I later found out that they had too many leaders and no longer needed me. 😢

I did find a group. The group I'm still with.

My camp name: Bobcat.

Before I joined this group: I thought kids hated me.
After I joined this group: they love me! 😘

Blah

I remembered something but then forgot it... Gwah. Don't you just hate it when that happens?

And that was grade ten.

Like I said. A short chapter. I apologize. Hopefully you stick around to see how grade 11 was like.