Life seems to go too fast. you usually realize it when its too late, like forgetting the poster you spend all night working on, the day you need to present it. Everything goes smoothly as planned, and suddenly you realize you're only six weeks from graduating eighth grade, leaving sweet memories of the drama that is called "middle school"
Only the last four years (my middle school started in 5th grade) I have experienced the most exciting, most dramatic, and most tiring moments of my life. I have seen the drama, the feeling that all innocence is lost, the feeling of dispair. And I have seen the hope, the strength that shows no matter what happens, that anything is possible. These are the memories that I will remember the most.
Some people say that school is a waste of time. If that was true, our lives would turn for the worse. School is not only created as a place of education, it grows into the place where you cherish your friends, and where you discover who you are. Others believe that school is a popularity contest. If so then those "popular" people they refer to, will never have as much of a good time as the rest of us. We have twelve years to make or break us, twelver years to decide who do we want to be.
Middle School is a rocky time for all of us. Our emotions (and hormones) run high, and we feel the need to assent ourselves as bigger and better then the rest. If you choose to love the world, then the world will love you back. I have heard all the middle school horror stories; the bullying, the teasing, hearts being shattered, self confidence breaking, and we all are just not so sure about what tomorrow will bring. Middle School is what you make it to be. My schedrule might be busy, but I'm still enjoying life. For all those out there, who despise the drama, the crowded hallwayws, the terrible school lunches, try to grow to love something.
It dosen't matter if your passion is writing or running, it only matters that you're passionate about it. C'est la vie. That's Life. Get the most out of your middle school years. And maybe you can dream about a sunny day.
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Everything goes smoothly as planned, and suddenly you realize you're only six weeks from graduating eighth grade, leaving sweet memories of the drama that is called "middle school"
what "sweet Memories?"
-matteo
...unless you count the time when the pipe broke and we went to the high school for an hour or 2, lol, or Science Olympiad, roflmao. sugar high!
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