Reflection on Seventh Grade

When i first arrived to school in August, i expected more prevlages. But I soon realized that it dosen’t mater if you a seventh grader because we all have the same rules just as sixth graders. By October, my life graduly it got harder for me because the teacher gave us more home work and work sheets to do everyday which was difficult because I was not use to having homework everyday.


Eventually, I figured out that not everything is going to be handed to you and given to you. In seventh grade, I learned a lot of things for an example in one of my activites I made Pj’s which i didn’t know how to even know to sew also I learned many things outside of school.


As the year comes to a close, I wish it wasn’t over but once summer is over than I get to come back again and in joy 8th. If I had a do over, I would pay more attention and listen to my parents. My advice to next years seventh graders is that you should listen to your teachers and do your work.

Day when I broke my finger

The day before school started my mom wanted to take my little nephews and I to this place called Wazoos, a bounce house. When we got there me and my sister picked one of our nephews we wanted to play with first. So we Rock, Paper, scissors and ran off in different directions with our partners.

I got Jacob, unfortunately he’s the biggest one. First he wanted to go to the slides in the little kids area where all the other kids are running and jumping around. Jacob wanted me to go to the bottom of the slide for me to catch him. When he was at the top someone bumped him to where he kind of fell down the slide, so I went to pick him up but he was to heavy for me so I dropped him, and then he fell on top of my pinky. I heard a little snap so I pushed him off my finger so I can see if it was broken. At first I didn’t even scream but right when I saw it I ran straight to my mom. When I got to my mom she started to freaking out and running to the counter to see if they have any Popsicle sticks and tape, so that she could push my finger back together and tape it so it won’t be hanging.

We all ran to the car to take me to the hospital, when we got there the doctor was glade my mom pushed my pinky back together because if she didn’t I would’ve had to get surgery and have been in more pain then I was. 6 weeks later I was free to go and I didn’t have to wear a smelly cast which was awful.

Poem: Casey at Bat

The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, "If only Casey could but get a whack at that—
We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat."

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despisèd, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt;
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped—
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one!" the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand;
And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew;
But Casey still ignored it and the umpire said, "Strike two!"

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate,
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate;
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout,
But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.

                                by Ernest Lawrence Thayer

I like this poem because the words they chose made me visualize and made               
me fell that i was there watching Casey strike out and seeing also hearing
all the people on the benches went up a muffled roar

My Fav Mistake

“It hit me”. I forgot. I am so nervous what she’s going to say once she knows that I didn’t do my homework. All I could think was is my teacher going to call my mother.

When she came closer and closer to my desk my heart was beating faster and faster, like when a gazelle sees a cheetah. Mrs. Carisa then walks in front of my desk and asked me if I had my homework. I said, “I didn’t have it” then she goes back to her desk and comes back and puts a sticky note on my desk that says I need to stay in for recess. This was the worst thing that ever happened yo me, my hands were shaking, and my mind went blank- in that 30min I new by the time, I was already grounded.
While my teachers phone is ringing Mrs. Carisa is telling me that I have only one day to finish the packet. Then when the phone picks up I tell my mom that my home work was due today and I didn’t do it last night and that I have to turn it in tomorrow.

Now I know that you should always try your best to finish you home work on time, and in now know that not doing your home work was one of my biggest mistake.

Fear is necessary

Ahh! No! Please No! Why? Fear is necessary.

Don’t worry what seems scary now will help you, in the future. When I found out my grandma was in the hospital again, fear overlook me- so much fear. What do you know? My friend went through something Similar she was there the whole way. Man! I was happy she was there. If I wasn’t afraid, I would never have know what happened to her.

Another reson fear is necessary is if you get over that fear it can change the way you look at things. If you were scard of dogs, and get over that fear you might get a dog, and end up loving the furry animal.

Things change and you can help others when you get over your fears. Things can get better.

Fears can seem bad, but everyone has it. If you never had a fear, you accomplish because you never tried. Fear can help everyone become a better person! If we spend our time in fear we won’t pay attention to the grater things in life.

My Favorite Mistake

“It hit me”. I forgot, I’m so stupid. I am so nervous what she is going to say once she knows that I didn’t do my homework. All I could think about is what she going to make me call my mom.
When she came closer and closer to my desk my hart was beating faster and faster, like when a gazelle sees a cheetah. Mrs. Carisa walked in front of my desk and asked me if I had my homework, I said “I didn’t have it. Then she puts a sticky note on. My desk that say I had to stay in for recess. This was like the worst thing that happened to me, my hands were shacking, and my mind just went blank, I was so nervous.
The bell just rung and I’m watching all the other kids rushing to recess while I have to stay in the class. My head was spinning round and round all I could think about is what my mom is going to say when I get home.
While the phone is ringing Mrs. Carisa is telling me that I only have one day to finish the packet. Then when my mom picks up the phone I told her that I didn’t do the packet that was due today.
Now I know that you could get mean teachers anywhere you go, you should always try your best to do your homework on time and now I know, not doing your homework could be one of your biggist Mastake.


The beautiful flowers bloom in the sparkling sun light. There’s red, blue, pink and more. Spring is my favorite because when I step out that door a beautiful smell hits face. When it think of spring I don’t just think of it as a season I think it’s the time where you get to go out outside and ride your bike through the blooming flowers. Spring is my favorite season.



Love is rose pink.

It taste like the fresh deer that they eat together.

It feels like the wind blowing against her face while hunting with Gale.

It smells like the fresh bread from the bakery.

It sounds like love and laughter in the air.

It looks like the good-bye hug right before Katniss had to leave.

Love is the celebrations and the meaningful things in life.