Life In the Upper School, and What That Does to the Rest of My Existence

I'm a middle schooler in an upper school class.  How does that work?  I'm going to tell you.
Be forewarned:  I may sound self-important as I write.  Know that this is purely a product of chance (perhaps not, seeing that I do have math talent) and that I do not mean to sound arrogant (but then again, this is the difference between trying and doing).  Anyway, here goes.

I guess it all starts in sixth grade, when I took an upper school math class (Algebra II, to be exact) for the first time.  That was when I officially became part of the Upper School community- in math, at least.  Have you ever moved?  You're in one comfortable place, and then you pack up and you have to settle down elsewhere, or at least try.  It's hard just to move to a new part of the city, let alone moving to a new country (otherwise known as immigration).  But this is kind of the same thing.  If you're in one classroom situation, and you move to another, how is that going to work out?  But it did, in my case, and I successfully became a cross-dimensional explorer (by which I mean a cross-division student).

And yes, this is just last year, so what about now?  Well, new teacher, new students, and a new class.  Precalc is less fun than Algebra II, although that may have something to do with both the teacher and the subject.  Additionally, I've only been through half of the year.  Maybe something great will reveal itself after I get past trigonometry.