Importance Of Love In My Life

They say we’re too young to be apart of something that matters, of something that’s significant. We can’t possibly have problems that mean anything, or relationships that could last forever. Maybe they’re right, but when you’re in the eighth grade, it’s a little hard to see past all the middle school heartbreak and the people you live to impress. Sometimes we don’t want to admit that there’s more to life than just eighth grade; that there is more to life than the amazing friendships and the school we’ve grown to find serenity in this year. Whatever the reason is, we just don’t want to say goodbye to the memories we’ve made here.

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.

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.

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.

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