My Seventh Grade Experience

When I first arrived in August, I expected for all my classes to be the hardest thing my young life had ever endured. I remember that one day I was sitting in class waiting for the rumors to be true. I heard the whispers, “Oh dear lord, here she comes!“, “God! I hope I didn’t forget anything!“, “Breath, just breath. No need to faint on your first day…” My fingers clenched and un clenched underneath the desk. I felt the sweat dripping into the folds of my skin. I was so nervous I was almost sure I wouldn’t be able to hold a pencil. I foot- no, correction, I should say a shoe- entered through the door. Following that came a body. With that body came two arms carrying bulging folders full of , what I can only expect as, homework. Then on top of those shoulders sat the head. On that head was the face of a teacher with absolutely no emotion. From a few seats over a heard a kid whisper, “Don’t look it in the eyes!” the teacher snapped her head in my direction. Worried that she thought it was me, I stared back at her. I’m pretty sure my eyes were so wide I could be compared to an owl. She turned her head slowly and walked away towards her desk. I released a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding. Her papers slammed onto the desk and with a smile she said menacingly, “Okay class… Let’s begin shall we?”

Turns out I was worried for nothing. The teacher turned out to be very nice. The homework load was not that bad. The only bad thing was the amount of time we had to get from class to class. They said we had five minutes, but I suspect we only had about three. Sometimes I’ve had to “run” to not be late.

By October, my life was sailing smoothly. No trouble with friends or family. But, I had one problem. O-R-G-A-N-I-Z-A-T-I-O-N. My grades were dropping. I know, disappointing, right? Well, eventually I figured out that I needed to get an organized planner. When I finally got one my whole world changed. My grades got better (ALL ABOVE 90’s) and overall life got better. I got more sleep and I had more time to whatever I want.

So far this year I have learned about the deformed little boy who grew up in an opera house seeking for the one thing no one had ever shown him. How to change for athletics in less than a minute to avoid that scolding from the coach that you have never seen smile and I learned how to pick out the best food from the lunch line just by being nice to the lunch ladies.

As this year comes to a close, I am starting to realize how fast my life is going. It seems like just yesterday I was listening to my mom read me bed time stories. One of my biggest fears now is that I won’t make the best of it. If I could do this year over again, I would have definitely tried to spend more time having fun than doing work. I know that sounds kinda bad, but so far this year I’ve had maybe less than two weeks (not counting holidays) of free time.

Some advice that I would give to upcoming sixth graders is to have fun! It’s hard to remember that when you think you have all the time in the world. NEWS FLASH! Ya don’t. But also, don’t be afraid to expand your horizons. If you don’t, there may be something you were destined for, but you just never experienced it.

Well, that’s my seventh grade year. Hopefully it will help in some shape or form!!!

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