When I arrived in August I expected a very hard year, and that seems to be exactly what I got. I had lots of homework every night, and many more tests to study for compared to the prior year. By October, my life was at a constant pace. I did everything the same everyday: wake up, school, go home, homework, sleep, repeat… Eventually, I figured out that my routine was a good thing. I was able to get my homework done and make good grades. In seventh grade I learned to do your homework and you’ll pass, always study for tests, put forth my best effort.
As the year comes to a close, I feel that I’m kind of throwing in the towel. I just want summer to be here sooner. If I had to do it over again, I wouldn’t change a thing! My advice to the upcoming seventh graders is to work hard, and do your best, and try to enjoy yourself along the way.
Shel Silverstein, 1930 – 1999
“I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more--that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”
I really like this poem because it totally describes me. There are some days when I just don’t want to go to school and I just make up tons of reasons why I shouldn’t go. Maybe this poem will relate to you to. ( To look at the poem scroll along it horizontally. ) Anyway, this is an example of a time where I have done this also.
Let’s just say that Monday mornings are not my brightest hour. “Chandler get up it’s 6:30!”, shouts my mom. I can hear her feet stepping down the stairs so I act asleep. This is one of those mornings where I don’t want to come to school so I just act asleep till the last moment then say I have a tummy ache so I get to sleep in. (These days occur a lot on Mondays.) Next thing I know my mom is poking my and nagging me to get up. I have to bite my tongue so I don’t smile and blow my cover as a normal girl asleep. She says, “Five more minutes then you are getting up, okay.” I think you know what happens next… I still sleep.
That is just a glimpse of what goes on at my house in the mornings. Is this just me or does this happen to more people?
Best friends stick together till the end,
They are like a straight line that will not bend.They trust each other forever,
No matter if you’re apart you are together.
They can be your hero and save the day,
They will never leave your side they are here to stay.
They help you up when you fall,
Your true friends are best of all.
I love this poem because it describes my friends and I. We tell each other everything and do everything together. I hope you like this poem as much as I do.
Family Friend Poems
When I was little I don’t know what I would do without my favorite movie Aquamarine. I would get home after school and go straight to the couch. For hours upon hours I would stair at the TV. I loved it so much that I would pretend I was a mermaid myself. When I would jump in the pool my legs would be tied tightly together making sure I could swim like a real mermaid. I would watch it for so long that the next morning I would realize that none of my homework had been completed that night. If I hadn’t of discovered the movie aquamarine I think that my childhood might have been very boring, and maybe I would have gotten more homework done. Lets just say that after watching that movie I now want to be a mermaid! I love that movie and it was a big part of my childhood, you should watch it too.
The wind was screaming in my ear to go. The tips of my skis hung over the steep icy cliff. I cautiously wedge over the top of the hill. I was on my way down.
As I made my way down the hill, all thoughts floated out of my mind. I was headed down so rapidly I thought I might fall. Suddenly a burst of energy and urge to finish off this hill strong popped into me like a runner on a track seeing that he was going to win. I knew I could conquer this mountain.
“Halfway”, I murmured to myself. This hill is going to take a century. So I carried on going down as observations bounced around in my mind. Steep-icy-mogal curved ground. Is this a black diamond, this is way to hard to be a blue… The sign said blue, right?
I finally made my way to the bottom. I threw my poles into the air because I knew what I had accomplished. My cheeks hurt because I was smiling is big. I knew that was no blue slope. Conformation finally came when I saw my mom at the bottom of the incredibly steep hill. “Congrats!”, my mom said with a smile full of pride, “You just nailed your first black slope!”
I knew it. I knew it halfway down what I had gotten myself into but, when my skies hung over the edge at the start I had no clue. Even though at that moment I was terrified and confused, it was a good thing, not knowing, because If I would of known I would have bailed. I look back on this day as the day that I let go a bit a let the spence of adventure take over. Even though it was a mistake it was defiantly a good one.
“Jesus told me that he died on the cross so we could go see his Dad” – Colton Burpo”
― Todd Burpo, Heaven is for Real: A Little Boy’s Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back
This quote is from my favorite book called “Heaven is for Real”. It is about a little boy named Colton. He was very sick…he made a trip to heaven and then came back to tell everybody about God’s greatness. While he was there he met his sister that he never even knew had existed. His parents had never told him that she had sadly died when she was newly born. It is a great book and I think you should read it also.
“Can you believe she did that.” Gossiping is not always true. And most times it is harmful.
One of the multiple reasons why gossiping is hurtful is that people manipulate the story into something more dramatic and fake. For example, one time my friend pushed me in a playful way, but word got around that she beat me up. But the truth Was that all we were doing was playing. So the next time you are about to gossip, think before you do.
In addition to fake and manipulated stories, gossip travels quickly through your school – ENTIRE SCHOOL. For example, that same story started with one or two people ends up now being hundreds. And the worst part is the story is not even true. So a person should think about the damage that is done to so many people before you spread a rumor.
Just like in the movie Mean Girls, their group of friends that made a “Burn Book”. In the book they judge and then write mean and harmful things about others. Hints the name of the movie… In the movie this book is a BIG problem. And it got around to the whole school. Wouldn’t you hate it if someone wrote in a book what the didn’t like about you. This is a form of gossiping.
Now I hope you see how gossiping can be so cruel and can spread very quickly. Just remember if they gossip to you, they will gossip about you.
I live in another world than you know. When you may think I’m not talking to anyone, I am. I’m talking to the king of all kings that lives in my heart, your heart and up above. He tells me what is wrong and right. And he gave me a book to teach me these things. When I read that book I feel him siting right next to me and holding my hand. Even if I abandon him he is always there. Waiting on me. Forever and ever. And when you think I’m dead and gone, I’m not. I’m with him dancing and playing in the clouds. He is always there- with me.
The wind was screaming in my ear to go. The tips of my skis hung over the sharp icy cliff. I cautiously wedged over the top of the hill. Next thing I know I was on my way down.
As I made my turns down the hill, all thoughts floated out of my mind. I was headed done so rapidly that I thought I might fall. Suddenly a burst of energy and urge to Finish this hill of strong popped into me like a runner on a track seeing that they are going to win. I knew I could conquer this mountain.