Reflection: Seventh grade

I expected a degree of academic difficulties going into the seventh grade– that was the understatement of the year and if life was actually a bowl of cherries, this would be the biggest pit of them all.

I came into the year afraid– afraid of that first homework assignment or project that I may or may not finish… and afraid that I wouldn’t know anyone in my classes. That dreaded first day of school turned out to be not as awful as I anticipated but when the work stared piling up i was drowning in poor essays, bombed math tests, and way over due major grade projects. I could see that many of peers that were responsible for the same amount of work i was were doing just fine. Yet there was a period of time when i was grounded for eleven weeks and one day due to grades, yeah… I counted.

Mondays through Thurdays from 4:00 to 5:00pm in the Wildcat lab were the “highlight of my week”… mainly because my teachers weren’t asking me questions I couldn’t answer and my parents weren’t grilling me about my failing grades.For my social however, I found friends this year I could trust with my life this year– I found my family. They make me laugh and cry and remind me to lift my chin up a little when things get hard. Unlike others I eventually  figured out that I probably wouldn’t ever figure it out, …oops?

I know I’ll always remember seventh grade as stressful and time consuming but it’s also the year I found a couple sturdy shoulders I know I can always lean on.  I wish I had advice for the incoming seventh graders but I guess I actually figured out one thing– Everybody is just a little bit different.