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7th Grade Reflection

May12

My first day of 7th grade…how would I describe it? Hmmm…how about OVERWHELMING?!?

I’m pretty sure everyone would agree that 6th grade was a piece of cake. I was expecting the same for 7th grade. But there I am, half-way through first period thinking, oh, no. I squint at the board under the “study habits” column and I find something that I wish I hadn’t: homework! Other than the no homework nights, I’ve never had a day without any homework to worry about.

By November of 2013, I realized that I would never have enough time to go over to a friend’s house, or just have some free time. Everyday my schedule is as follows: wake up, school, dance, homework, bed. Sometimes I get really tired of this routine….

I’ve heard many of my friends that have been at West Ridge say that they thought 7th grade was the most challenging. My opinion would be the same, if not more harsh. However, 7th grade is like a mountain. The effortless beginning created overconfidence, which didn’t help whatsoever when I reached the top of the mountain, the arduous part. All the STAAR tests and finals and everything are in this period of time, and I don’t think anyone looks forward to it. As time went by, things settled down and school was a lot less stressful. Even though 7th grade has been the most  laborious, it has also been the most fun!

Challenge Week 5: A Memory

Apr7

 

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For five years, Hello Kitty was one of my most prized possessions. Everyday I used to wake up with it smiling at me, bringing happiness to my heart. I brought it everywhere—in the car, on my bed, around my house. When I was 3, my eyes saw the Hello Kitty sitting in a birthday bag for the first time. My little girly self dove for the bag and snatched the pink kitty out. I was so excited, to play with it, to have a new best friend, to sleep with it at night.

Over time, my Hello Kitty got worn out. However, I didn’t care. I still carried it all over the place—with its ears ripped, cloth filthy, and no nose. One day, my mom tried to convince me to give my Hello Kitty to her so she could fix it up, but of course, I didn’t let her. I threw a temper tantrum for days, but finally my mom got it fixed up.

No one bothered me after that, but as time went by, I got older. It was now me protecting it, rather than it protecting me. I began leaving it on my bed, only to play with when I went to sleep. I still love how it makes me joyful and excited every time I see it at night—it never gets old. My Hello Kitty still sits sturdy on my bed, providing me company when I need it.

My Favorite Mistake

Jan31

This is a part of my My Favorite Mistake essay:

With the remote in his hand, my cousin, hyper from who knows what, bombarded himself on my stomach, remote-first. I know you must be thinking, Oh, how much could a remote hurt? A lot. If you had it chugged into your body, you’d understand. I glared at him, but he was just a baby, he couldn’t understand. Omff…OMFFF…OWWW! That evil face of his laughed innocently in excitement as he crumpled my body, using what little weight he carried.

A Little Bird

Nov17

My grandparents visit every two years or so in the summer. When I was little, they would rock me to sleep to a lullaby about a little bird. The song says that a little bird glides through the air with her mother. They spread their wings and soar up, down, and all the other directions.

Then, when I grew a bit older, my grandpa made up movements to got with the song. As the song starts, you lift up your arms so they’re in a straight line. Throughout the song, you slowly lift a leg up in the air. By the end of the lullaby, you end up looking like a little bird flying around in the sky.

I’ve remembered every word and pitch to that song to this day. Every night, when I’m having trouble sleeping, I think of the cozy and short song my grandparents sung. My thoughts drift to the image of my grandma and grandpa’s face, and even though my family is visiting them again next summer, I miss them very much.