When I first arrived in August, I expected a very hard year. I imagined books atop of books and mountain loads of homework and insanely strict teachers. I just new it would be the worst year of my life. But soon I realized that I was wrong. Though our homework load increased, so did our independence, which I enjoyed very much. We also got more opportunities, like sports and languages which turned out to be a great change. By October, everyone had settled in and the learning had begun. Eventually I had figured out that 7th grade wasn’t all that bad, it just took some time adjusting to. I found out that I liked 7th grade better than 6th grade!
In 7th grade I learned;

•To expand your circle- expand your circle of friends by talking to new people, but always remember to keep your best friends close.

•To not gossip in the first place- a lot of people’s feelings can be saved if you just don’t gossip at all, and it will create a happier enviorment.

•Always be kind to people- because who knows, you might just get stuck in a group with them. 🙂

As the year comes to a close, I realize it has been a great one, probably the best school year EVER!
If I could do it over again, I would always study, learning check or major tests.
My advice to the incoming 7th is to keep a written study habits, and to not procrastinate. With these reminders, 7th grade is a piece of cake!

Intelligent, responsible, and having morals are all great characteristics of being a leader. A leader is one who can guide or direct a group. A leader is a very key asset to a group, but followers or members can be just as important.

In any thing you do, there is always a leader. A class role model, the president of a club, or a team captain. In my volleyball club, my cousin is the team captain. To be a team captain, you can come in many shapes and forms. You can be the strongest or the tallest or the oldest on the team, but if you don’t have the right frame of mind for being a leader, I say you don’t deserve that position. A leader is not someone who looks the best, but acts the best (especially on the court or field). We can all train ourselves to be leaders, but some are just natural.

In sports you especially need a team captain who doesn’t put him or here self on a peda-stool. What I mean by that is the best player and the worst player should be treated equally. Not in a sense of playing time, but if you are kind to your teammates.

Just think about it this way, if you didn’t have followers, or group members, or participants, would you need a leader? This is a question you should always keep in mind while participating in something. The followers are very important to the leader, as the leader is to the followers.

Whatif
By Shel Silverstein
from the book “A Light in the Attic” (1981)

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I’m dumb in school?
Whatif they’ve closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there’s poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don’t grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won’t bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don’t grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!

I chose this book because I specifically remember it from my childhood. It is a cute poem that reminds me of all my “whatif” questions.

When I was a little girl, I just couldn’t live without Barbie. She was the prettiest, most pristine doll I had ever received. She had perfectly trimmed, bleach blonde hair and her eyes were a twinkling shade of blue. Her skin was tan and virtually flawless. She was perfect.

While I had this doll, I used to pretend she was a fashion model, a pop-star living a secret live, and a wizard who had powers. And of course she had a doll house with three cars, a hot tub, and her own personal elevator. And on top of that, she had twelve dogs, a light-up fire place, and twenty seven brothers and sisters. You know, basic stuff.

She was my favorite toy because she was like, my best friend when I was four years old. Without her, I would have had no one to play with… Well, until my younger sister came along. All of my perfect Barbies soon had dirt smudges, stringy hair, and torn up limbs, and you could practically see how the fights begun. 🙂

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I live in Austin,Texas, the 8th wonder of the world. Austin is important because it is a place that combines culture and great activities.

Austin is important because it is the capital of Texas. Austin is home to the largest state capital in the U.S. The dome stands 7 feet higher than the nation’s capital in Washington. This capital has a dome you can stand underneath and see the star of Texas, It is pretty cool!

Furthermore, Austin is important because it is home to over 100 different music venues. This includes ACL and SXSW. This popular city is considered the live music capital of the world, making Austin a major tourist attraction. Speaking of of tourist attractions, Austin also has the largest urban bat population in North America.

Combined with places and activities Austin, Texas, my home, is the place where I want to live the rest of my life.

There is a reflection of the golden sun shimmering off the white blanket of snow. My hands dug deeper in my pockets, like a prairie dog burrowing into the ground…
It was cold.
There was a snow storm last night—you could tell by the crystal white, freshly-fallen snow. Splish! The earth made a noise as I stepped out onto the white cloud of snow. I looked up at the sky as snow-flurries began to fall. The little crystals clung on my eyelashes, making my vision foggy. They fell on my nose and left a wet trail of iciness down my face.
This day was perfect—
Wait… What day is it? I asked myself.
I frowned as I realized something odd-
It was the middle of June!