Edible Grade School

I'd like to preface this by saying that we only have 3 years of schooling because of our short lifespan. Yet, a lot can happen in three years. One kid went from an innocent little gingerkid to a full-fledged owner of a ginger cartel where he dealt ginger drugs (yikes!). Others went on to become the Albert Gingerstein's, and Martin Ginger King Jr's of our society. Nonetheless, here's my experience of the three years that apparently make or break your life. 

                                                 First Year
I was a very awkward gingerchild. My accessories were not fully applied yet, so I ended up with contrasting gumdrop buttons and uneven frosting eyebrows. I was a frosting criminal. Of course kids are naturally awkward their first year, but I was one of the worst. Many spicy gingerkids considered me "Ginger ready to snap." I was teased, crumbled, and soggy because kids spilled milk on me (I know they say don't cry over spilled milk, but I did because it was spilled on me!). 


                                                                    Second Year
Nothing really happened second year. Humans almost ate my lab partner, but that's a commonality in our society. They put all of the awkward teachers in second year classes. Mine smelled like nutmeg instead of ginger; it was the worst year of my life. 

                                                Third Year
Everything turned around third year. I finally had a teacher that smelled right, all my frosting applications were applied, and my parents were proud of me, something that almost never happens! I made it. Who knew that the least of my problems were behind me?! Although after a cookie lair in Lord Farquaad's castle and an ogre-infested swamp, I am very grateful for my small ginger-school that made me a stronger, tougher, crunchier, pastry! 

Gingerly, 
Gingy