When I first arrived in August I expected a nightmarish wasteland full of eighth-graders being stuck here trying to claw out of middle school already. And bunch of bubbly happy sixth-graders that didn’t know what they were in for.

But I soon realized seventh-grade wasn’t just a dreary place in the middle of the middle where everyone came to die. I soon found out that made teachers for Texas history and English were going to be super fun and have a time of great things planned. Also I get to be on the basketball team and plan to kick butt.

As the year comes to clothes I feel like I’ve very much so achieved my goals. And I only have one B in all of my classes. It’s in math which is obvious because math is hard and I hate it but it has gotten easier over the year Because Miss Wissman is an amazing teacher who can make even the worst subjects fun sometimes.

And if I had any advice for incoming 7th graders is that maybe it won’t be as bad as you think. And keep a good attitude it will get better just run and have fun with it.

My wake-boarding experience!

“Oh ya” I belt over the roaring sound of the boat I tighten my grip on the rope and the foamy water surges below me. As I tilt my board side ways preparing to jump the wake. I hear the screams of encouragement mixed with blaring pop music stream from the boat. Not listening as my board inches toward the 3 foot wave. The end of my board finally reaches the frothy water I pull tight against the rope trying to stand stronger. I feel the-push as my board reaches the middle.

I haul my legs up high and with one last tremendous push. My board soars and my heart. The board jolts under my feet as it collides with the fast moving water. I had finally jumped a wake this was a huge improvement from the person who hadn’t been able to get up at all last year. My boat driver austin yelled to me. . .donuts.

Probably my favorite thing to do while wake-boarding I felt as the boat started to tug on the rope and I tilted my feet forwards trying to keep stable. I saw everyone in the boat scream as Austin whipped it around in violent circles . Agin and agin the boat span with me flying behind. The board dug into the water as I tried not lose control while gliding above the frothing water.

When the boat finally went calm agin but still driving slowly. My arms and legs ached. My eyes sting with volitally thrown water. My arms finally gave out and glided over calm water for a second. Then sank down removing the floating board and swimming towards the boat already eagerly waiting for my next turn.

My favorite stuffed animal Strawberry I informally adopted him when I was two. I had stole him from my sister and promised to give him back in two days two days turned into two years two years turned into forever.
You may think I’m stupid for loving a stuffed animal so much. But when I was little he meant the world to me. He was built perfectly where his body full of just a little fluff but his legs filled with some heavy beads. So his legs hung down perfect for cuddling.
He’s been on many trips with me Galveston-San Fransisco-New York-Canada. I love him so much. With out him I would not be the person I am today.

Here’s him hanging with his other cat buddies.