Eighth Doctor

before ninth grade. That summer Edwin and I got very close, we talked everyday, all day. It was not an hour that went by that we weren 't talking. When the summer ended and ninth grade began we all drifted apart from seeing that they were still in eighth grade and I didn 't have the transportation to see them. By the time they started

“Bah, Humbug” an iconic line from a story we all know and love, said by a character that was made for us to hate. Charles Dickens published A Christmas Carol in 1843, in part as an attempt to garner some success, and also as an attempt to convince the masses of kindness and charity at Christmas time. While it did not gain him commercial success, the legacy this story has left, succeeded in inspiring our society to give a little more at Christmas time. Nowadays, the story has become synonymous with

we indulged our childish impulses. We played at recess (now only ten minutes long) swinging tetherballs and jumping off of slides (sorry Ms. C). It was our first step into the harsh jungle of No. 2 pencils, algebra, and dare I say it?.upper class eighth graders. Once again, we were at the bottom of the barrel. Let's get a show of hands. Who here remembers John Smith? Yeah those were the days. Seventh grade was a year of transition, (kind of a metamorphosis) a steady evolution from young girls

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and I'm in love with this sport. I'm 18 years old, a senior in high school. I'm a sprinter in the 100 & 200m & 400m events. It may not be much, but I just thought I'd share my story and my dreams simply because I enjoy doing so. It all started in eighth grade, I was 15. I never had any experience with sports whatsoever except for basketball earlier that year, and honestly had no idea what I was doing. I felt I had no physical ability and had low self-esteem when it came to my athletic ability.

School was never fun for me. Everyday my parents would pull me out of bed while I pretended to sleep, or while I complained and fought. I would shove my pants on first, then stretch my shirt over my head, and then to finish it off I would tuck my pant legs into my socks; that's what all the baseball players did. All day I stared out whatever window I could find, waiting for the magical, “RRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGG” to sound so I could go explore with my friends. On the Friday of the school year

I went to public school kindergarten through fifth grade. In sixth grade I decided I wanted to be homeschooled. While being homeschooled I thought I was the smartest person ever. I got to accelerate faster than everyone I knew. I would finish math assignments in 10 minutes and learn a whole English lesson in 20 minutes. I was doing the same things as kids in seventh grade while I was in sixth grade. Kids in my grade were doing things I already knew how to do. I would go to my friends house

whatever reason, this situation above all others really defines a piece of my life philosophy. I believe in being happy for others, rather than being jealous of them, when they get things you want. It’s not uncommon to be jealous of a friend, and before eighth grade, I was often jealous of others. I was jealous that my friends had money when I didn’t, that my male friends actually looked masculine while I looked like a girl, and that they were more experienced romantically than I was. The experience that