Oh seventh grade, what a year to remember. That was actually my favorite year of middle school. At home during this time was a mess and my grades also plummeted but I think going to school took some stress off because I was taking some time to "myself" and forgetting for a while about my home situation. Seventh grade, I would say was a year of friends for me. I had and still to this day have a friend from kindergarten that I considered a best friend. Until a new girl came along, lets call her Patricia. Patricia basically took "my spot" I guess in fifth grade while I was off at my new school for the year. Anyway speeding forward to seventh grade I noticed my best friend, lets call her Amanda, not really talking to me anymore and or passing by …show more content…
Eventually I broke down and told my aunt what was going on and what I felt, and I don’t mean I broke down in tears but came out and told her what I was feeling. Apparently she had the exact same thing happen to her and she even gave it a name. She called it throwing the dog a bone. She described it as imagine there is a dog you kind of ignore and dont really care about, but you see it sometimes and when your bored or your distraction is not around you give it a bone to have it come to you. You do this over and over again and the dog learns to never leaves because it knows theres a chance it might get its bone again. Which struck a nerve with me because, she wasn’t comparing me to a dog, but she was right I was the dog which again sucked and made me feel unwelcome but I had bigger and more stressful things to worry about. So my aunt gave me the best advice, she said "just don’t give them the time of day anymore, if they say hi of course say hi back but that’s it. Don’t let them keep throwing the bone to you and you falling for it" So that’s exactly what I did. …show more content…
After a while Patrica and Amanda started to notice my leave of absence and started going out of their way to say hi to me and ask about my day and so on. I would always leave it short with them. Following their long heys and catching up conversations I would always respond the same just with a simple "hi" or even just a wave or little smile and with a "oh nothing". How it makes me chuckle thinking about it. Anyway after about half the school year doing this, they did try to reach out and ask if they did something wrong and again I would always say the same thing no why? Which I know, I shouldve just said what was on my mind but it did make me delighted that they knew I how once felt about that friendship. The end of the school year is kind of a blur with my grades going down the drain, my home life not being so great, and "losing" my best friend but also having some of the best and funniest memories of my life. I realized while they werent the best friends a person could ask for, they did somewhat realize how they made me feel so I did make up with Amanda and Patricia because I had bigger and more stressful things to worry about
Ask yourself, how was your 8th grade year… Was it good, bad, fun, or stressful? Well most of my 8th grade year was bad but the ending actually turned out good. The start of my year was exciting, but that was just the beginning. As time went on and the work started to come in, that's when things turned south for me. I started stressing about everything I had to do, I was getting to overwhelmed. I would catch myself slipping constantly and it was worrying me because I didn't want to get held back a year. I slowly started to lose all interest in all of my work.
I had a good year in first grade. I became the best artist in the class. I started getting better at English. My first word was “bathroom.” I made two friends Michelle Sherman and Karen Calle. After that I started feeling better and actually liking this school. Everything felt better and worked out great!
When eighth grade rolled around, I only had one year left. Making it through one year did not seem so bad. I remember a few weeks after the winter concert when I shuffled into orchestra class and was shocked.
In one teachers class I never payed attention and spent the whole hour talking to people the whole year. I had more encouragement from teachers than I had in the past that year but I still didn’t care for school. My grades were higher than they were in elementary but at parent/teacher conferences the instructors still had many comments about my behavior in and out of the classroom. Seventh grade started out really shaky but a little over a month into it I got a girlfriend
When I was young my life didn 't start like other kids. I was brought up in a shack deep in the Colombia’s dark jungles. My family didn 't have much opportunity to go to school due to the lack of money. When my parents had pass away I was put into an orphanage and was able to go to school. I was to old to be placed in kindergarten so they just put me in first grade. Had no clue what school was or what it would be like?
“Look at the terrorist”. Muslims kids growing up always have it difficult in America than, say Christians. All throughout middle school, people called me a terrorist. From Kindergarten, I wanted to fit in with all the seemingly “perfect kids” in school. Before, perfection for me meant being popular along with doing whatever you wanted without worrying about the consequences. Eating gelatin at school, letting my hair fall freely, and listening to music. It’s like my first ever school memory described myself feeling left out. No matter what I did, I felt ostracized by the rest of my classmates. Every day in Elementary school, I’d be doomed, I dealt with bullying and people judging my religion. In Middle School I felt consonant, I needed to adjust
At that moment I was sure that I wanted out of this friendship. After that I did my best to drift from her, but she has this habit of sending big blocks of text when she thinks she did something wrong. On the first day of senior year, she sends me this big paragraph about how she was sick of trying to “pull this friendship along” and how I made her feel horrible. She told me that she quit theatre and switched out of the class I was in because she didn’t want to be around me.
I still vividly remember the late nights of my sophomore and junior years. A typical day would start with going through all my classes at school, followed by either football practice or lifting weights. Then finally getting home at around six to seven and starting a long night of homework. The days were long and stressful during this time. It was definitely a challenging part of my life having to balance all of my obligations during the school year. Another part of being a teenager that can be difficult is change. There are many childhood friends that I still have a great relationship with, but there are also some who I have not talked to in years. Not only did my relationships with others change, but my outlook on the world and society changed as well. I began to start to see the problems that we have as a human race. It was a hard pill to swallow realizing that the world is not how I
So I decided if it doesn’t mean anything to you, then so be it. I took it upon myself to write a long paragraph to all three of them, explaining how hurt and upset I was with them and that I was truly disappointed in the way they treated me and their expectations of me were ridiculous. I expressed how sincere and supportive I was for them, when they felt the way I did. With that being said, we part ways. Being that we were friends for so long, it took me a long time to actually get over the fact that I had to let go of seven years and move on. I was so wrapped up in their friendship I never actually made close friends besides them. For a long time I felt lonely, with only the accompaniment of my
Last year, in the 8th grade, I had two best friends. One named Maya and the other named Jane. Maya, Jane, and I were all unquestionably close friends, but one day all Maya wanted was to be popular and be friends with another girl who threw entertaining parties. Soon, Maya stopped hanging out with us as much and it was just Jane and me.
Growing up in a neighborhood right next to my grade school in Des Peres, I made some of the best friends I have had throughout my life. We lived in a neighborhood called Bayberry Hills and Thomas, who lived up the street, was one of the first friends I remember having as we went to preschool, kindergarten and grade school together. Just down the street from me, I had two other friends, Joseph and Charlie. Charlie being a few years younger than us had trouble keeping up in anything we would do but I would never replace the laughs and good times he gave us. We were inseparable, waking up early in the morning and rode bikes until we were allowed to play video games. We spent countless hours over the summer and after school clearing out sections
I have always seen people with their best friends or someone that has been their friend since they were kids. When I was a kid, my family would move every year, and one year we even moved three times. Since I moved a lot I couldn’t establish long friendships so I would always feel lonely, so I was glad Brownie was there for me. My family stopped moving when I started middle school, I felt happy because I thought I could finally have a friend that lasted longer than a year. I was able to make friends but in the 7th grade I became depressed and I wouldn’t go to school as often as I should have. Only two friends showed concern for me and I told them what was happening. They helped me get better but after a while they stopped talking to me. A couple weeks before 8th grade I started to feel better, but none of my friends wanted to be friends with me anymore because they thought I was weird for being depressed for so long. This made it hard for me to make friends until high school. I made some friends in my freshman and sophomore year of high school. I got depressed again my junior year and the same thing happened as it did in middle school. In my senior year I became friends with this guy named Miguel, we would do things that friends do and we both are going to different colleges so we are keeping in touch. Even though I couldn 't keep a long lasting friendship, I still was influenced by them and I changed a
I had a different best friend almost every year during my childhood. I met my best friend when I was 3. I moved into a new house and met Crista the first day that I moved in. When she was in fourth grade her family decided to move. During this time, she had been the main person that I hung out with, so this was a huge change fore me. So I spent basically a year and a half with very few friends. I moved to a new school half way through sixth grade. I didn’t ever find a real place there. I met my best friend Stacey when I first moved to my new middle school. We stayed friends throughout middle school, but she had a lot of family problems and she ended dup moving away and I didn’t even know she was leaving until after she was gone. In a time like middle school for something like that happen is awful. I got depressed after that happened and I ...
I was so nervous my sixth grade year, but Seventh grade became a lot easier with technology, teachers, and friends. In the beginning, I was nervous because I didn't really know anyone. My teachers helped me get organized and find my classes. After the first week, I was finally adjusting to the new school.
I took a long, hard look at the people around me and figured out what their good attributes were and why they were significant in my life. When I figured out who they were as people and what they could give as a friend, versus what I needed as a friend, I made my decision. It wasn’t a decision that was said out loud or one that was publicized. I just directed my energy towards the people who needed my friendship in return for the friendship they had shown me. When I realized who was a true friend and who was not, it hurt. There was a lot of pain, knowing somebody didn’t care as much about me and my well=being as I had wanted them to. It wasn’t until later, that I realized they could still be in my life, just not as much involved it as they once