Sort of how I feel

I just can’t believe that middle school went by that fast. One weird thing is that on the last day of school, I was rushing around to get teacher’s signatures. All the teachers that signed in that last 8 minutes, I never saw after that when I was exiting the school. 

I hope to return to middle school often after school each week, when my brother is playing sports. I do and don’t want to leave. I want to leave because I need to advance in my futuristic career of engineering. I don’t want to leave because, middle school has so many memories, so much emotion for me, and it has so many friends that took so long to form relationships with.

I would have to say that out of all the teachers in my eighth grade year, Mr. Graham was the most interesting of all. He drove me insane sometimes. But other times, he was like ice. We were just so similar in the way we think, that that’s what, I think, made us always clash heads. I will miss that dude. The other people that really left a mark on my memory was  Bender, Leary, C, Brogan, and Harris. They also made each year memorable to me. I have to thank Leary for being the knucklehead, I enjoyed seeing <em>each</em> year. Everyone else, I regard them as being like parents to me, and sometimes keeping me in line-Brogan especially for rarely giving me 100% and always asking for perfection, even when I put alot of work into it.

Another thing I’ve realized is that six-grade teacher’s have a hard job because they don’t know the kids coming in-not usually. And it’s had to teach them for one year and then have to let them grow. They see six graders grow and sometimes that’s hard. Seventh grade teachers, I think have the best time. They may see the sixth graders that are coming up next year, so it’s a little more familiar. They also don’t know us for that long Just for one year they have us then they release us for another year, then we leave. It’s a fast process for them. Eighth grade teachers have it hardest. They only know us for one year, though like the seventh grade teachers, they may already be used to us. But they only know us for one year and they only have a few days to say goodbye unlike the other grades.

I now say good bye to middle school. Thxs 4 da support. M.S. was really about finding yurself and I have. I’m going back to being a tom-boy instead of trying to fit in. Though now that I think about it maybe it was too much support, or not…???  ;)

I am so cunfuzled with emotions. Why can’t I just be left alone on email. The father-daughter dance was alright. I basically have four people on my mind. They have been with me all through the year. I really love them. They are like my controls, but I don’t mind. But what I really want to happen this year is to keep in mind all the memories that I have made.

1. came to school 
2. talked to Mr. Wiener-asked how thanksgiving break was
3. told him bad news
4. told Mrs. Gibbons right after, while I was watching
5. Went to av. Had to tell Mrs. Nystrom.
6. Went to down to C to get pass.(grew gote?)
7. Bear huggged me. intorduced me to Dr. Darby.
8. Escorted me to gibbons. missed some of 1st period
9. Told bugbee…Gave me bear hug.
10. Had to tell every teacher.
11. By end of day Mrs. Capetola had told almost every teacher.

incoming days…

1. More of the special area teachers found out. :}
2. Teachers told other teachers.
3. Isaac’s teachers know me… uhhhh (laugh)
4. Some teachers treat me differently.  
5. Realized how important memories were.

7:00-9:00PM

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On Thusrday I when to Mr. C’s this eigth period. I stood outside the door, no one noticed. He was siting in the front of the room. I walked in the seventh graders were reading. they looked up. Mr. C starred at me as I was looking at the seventh graders, then to him. I went to the corner of his desk, and tried to decide to take a seat in the wheely chair or to pull up a desk. I sat next to him in the wheely chair. I took one look around at the seventh graders. They were all staring at me with eyes telling me it’s not me classroom anymore.

Mr. C asked me “How are you?” Starting our topic off with a basic question. 

I replied that I was fine. I stretched out the word fine, because the seventh graders were still staring at me. Mr. C gave them the dirty eye.  Most of them turned back to their books.

He then announced that “Anyone who didn’t have a book, read a National Geographic.” a few went up to grab one.

He finally turned his attention back to me. I felt better that the students were reading instead of watching me.

About five minutes later he asked the students if any of them wanted to go to the library. Four of them raised their hands. Since only two can go at a time, he said for them to line up in order of who’s going first in the center of his classroom. It was funny watching them scramble as he counted to ten. 

We talked for about fifteen minutes. Then he recommended a book called The Last Lecture. I read the summary, it’s kind of  sad. He then went to his computer to finish  writing a letter to someone.

It felt weird to sit and talk to him wile seventh graders who didn’t even knew me watched or listened. Oh well. ‘Till next time.

  Well, I saw that Mr. Young had changed his website, so I decided that it was time to add something new to mine.

I noticed that after you pass seventh grade, that time flies. Also the teachers want to talk to you a lot more. Such as one day as I was leaving school, I was the one of the last students in the seventh grade hallway and Mr. Trahey came by and gave e a very high high-five. He’s not even my teacher(good friend). I miss the teachers. They were so friendly and sooo nice. Not that the eigth grade teacehers aren’t nice.

Today something that totally changed my view on everything. I was walking down the seventh hall to go to my locker. I was in room 5, Mr. Graham’s. it was a half day. Mr. C was at the end of the hallway as usual. He motion me to come to him. 

He said “Sasha, you’ve been coming down here like you need to talk, well do you?”

I responded. It cracked me like glass. No one could ever see through me. He was the first one in my life. I don’t know what to do now. That’s a first time experiance, so …

Just answer what I should do. 

I am so excited! I’m an eighth grader! I got on 8C. That means that my teachers are Mrs. Nystom, Mr. Graham, Mr. Brogan, and Mr. Majka. Ahna on the other hand got 8B, the team I wanted, because it has Mr. Bergman, my swim coach. 

But this year is going great. I already have a favorite teacher. Weird most of my teachers this year are male.

I guess i’ll keep updating as the year goes along.

what I feel

So it all came together. The gvms 07-08 year is finally over. I will extremely miss all the great times I had with my teachers. Mrs. Tridico’s energy. Mrs. Cunningham’s peace. Mrs. Bedell’s laughs. Mr. C’s personal lessons. I think who helped was, at the end of the year, Mr. Leary gave me a nice push right before Henlopen. He was my highlight of the day. Seventh grade was the best year I had ever had. The main goal for me is to become a step lower than teacher’s pet. And I did! Not only that, but only five main course teachers in seventh grade didn’t know me. That’s great news, for me. I made friends with teachers from other teams, and I had a nice impression. I just feel great when I get support from a teacher, and the teacher can rely on me. I wish I could re-live the school year (which went by too fast). I miss all my new teachers I made friends with and had to leave! I shall visit you all in my eigth grade year.

;(  :(