Importance Of Love In My Life

Middle school is a big turning point in most students’ maturity, I believe. Especially 8th Grade, as you are finally leaving the Middle School building, and going on to High School with the mindset that you are almost an adult. Along the way, you learn to cope with many things, whether they be accomplishments or losses. In this entry, I am going to discuss what I did, as well as some thoughts on leaving 8th Grade.

My time at Crone Middle School has come and gone so much faster than I would have ever expected. I can still recall my fifth grade memories as if they occurred just yesterday. If you told me these three years would fly by in a second, I would have never believed you. My fifth grade self thought that middle school would take my entire life to finish, and high school was a whole other topic. As a fifth grader, I was so excited for lockers, new friends, and new classes. I forgot all the other factors that play a role in middle school. This includes grades, homework, tests, quizzes, etc.

The one big difference from this year to last year is that my day feels shorter than last year, by alot. My thoughts and feelings so far on the 8th grade is that it’s going to be fun and enjoyable, also short.

8th grade. The last year at Ross Middle School. Being retrospective on past years has me thinking of my many accomplishments, and many fails I’ve had. From getting very good grades to the embarrassing moments. All the time I wish I was still in elementary school. You get to wake up earlier and do less work. Next year I probably will be wishing the same thing, but to be in middle school. I am excited for highschool next year, but also nervous. I am petrified of getting lost or walking into the wrong classroom. Many of my freshman friends tell me they love highschool.

I plopped down on my bed and glanced at the clock to see that it was only five. Five on a Friday evening with nothing to do, no boyfriend to call, and no friends to hang out with. My life was depressing when Shay was gone.

Now it is finally my eight grade year. My eight grade year has been pretty good so far with its ups and its down, but for the most part it’s good. Right when I came back from summer break I can tell that eight grade was going to be a lot more difficult of a task than seventh grade was. And the teachers also made sure to inform us about it too. Like there is going to be a lot more projects, a lot more homework, they are going to be more tough on us because it’s our last year hear. Kind of like, we were seniors.

The two and a half months of summer ended and I was ready to start 8th grade. I was excited and I found out I was in the same pod with my best friend. I felt confident as I walked into room B5 and greeted Mr. Gill. The year started great and I knew my way to all my classes. I studied a lot more in 8th grade. Nearly every test I studied. And by the end of the marking period I had all A’s and B’s. I brought my lunch from home more often and I participate more in class.

The fear of finals, the stress of studying, the frenzy to fit in. All of these feelings boil up to one thing: Middle School. Although at times it may seem that one small incident might be the end of the world, by taking certain precautions and following basic social rules, it will seem as though you danced through your middle school years. In the midst of the rigorous academics of St. Michael’s, the perplexity of social events, and the excitement of entering the hallowed halls of high school, you can easily navigate your eighth grade journey by listening to the advice of an eighth grader who has been through it all.

and lonely and hated everyone. I felt as if there were a huge gap between me

8th grade is truly a year of learning and opportunity. I am ecstatic to dive into so many new privileges and freedoms. Wisely choosing my secondary education, responsibly exploring the streets of the East Coast, and maturing into a young adult will make this a year to remember. I will advance into my last year with an open mind, and I will always remember to seize the

You are definitely going to want some of these tips for your last year here at school. Eighth grade is a crazy year because you will get more work, and harder work. This year prepares you for high school, but also to be fun. Eighth grade will let you enjoy a fun year of sports and trips. There is also a correct way to work to get the most done and do the best work..

My eighth grade year has been a crazy year. There has been a lot of work and preparation for moving into high school. Eighth grade was my last year as a middle schooler. I am sad but also excited for what's to come. I assume that I will like high though. This year has had highs but it's also had its lows. Overall I have enjoyed this year quite a bit. I have enjoyed my whole middle school career, I guess you could say it has been fun. I am excited to move on though and see what's to come.

Everyone had warned me about how stressful it was, how much homework there was, but I hadn’t believed them until I got there. Eighth grade is hard. I had to face the truth. I was doing pretty swell, but then Winter Break came around, and my grades started to slip. My parents were grounding me, they were taking things away, but nothing seemed to be working. So they finally decided to tell me if I didn’t improve, they weren’t taking me on the ski trip with my whole family. That put my act together, and my grades started to improve, and new opportunities came up. I started joining clubs, and my life was pretty good once

I love books because my books love me back . In moments of distress literature guides me. When I am heavy hearted, I turn to my favorite novels, they reassure me that even in the worst situation good fate always wins . When I am lonely, I reacquaint myself with the safe and familiar characters that I have grew to love. When I am happy, I smile because I have lived the lives of warriors, enchantresses, and even the commonday person. Although the emotional connection between literature and myself is imperishable, there was a time in my life when that bond was nonexistent. However, for one to understand the significant impact stories have had on my life, one must know my life. Thus this story begins with my childhood. A conventional upbringing of sorts but of course my childhood doesn't begin with me. It begins with my parents. My parents met each other at high school when they were fourteen years old . Call it destiny, or mere luck, this one cue meet would define their lives for the next twenty two years. My parents fell quickly and passionately in love. Their devotion for one another as an imminent as their fallout, however, we are not there yet. We are at the bittersweet moments of young love. The moments that make one believe in eternity although these moments themselves cease to last just as long. My parents own version of forever welcomed a young little girl named Nicte Impala Perez on March 18th 1998. In that moment, my parents believed that the three of us could defeat

Have you ever wondered where your life could be right now? What circumstances might have changed the path your life took? What different people might have been in your life because of the different path? These are questions that strike me occasionally. The main reason for this is because my life could have turned out quite differently. I am Chinese and was left at an orphanage when I was just a few days old, but was adopted when I was 14 months old. The life I have now is excellent, but sometimes I do wonder what my life would be like now if I had not been adopted. Now that I am nearly at adult age, what responsibilities would I have been expected to take care of? Where would I be living and could I even find any acceptable work? How