7th Grade Reflection

When I first arrived in August, I was expecting much more work. More writing. More reading. More Vocab. But then It was clear to me that was right about more writing and vocab, but less reading surprised me. I had also realized we did reading class books and annotating very similar to the way we did last year. By October, I was getting the hang of things we had done our first writing piece- which wasn’t my best- and I had started to get into the flow of annotating books again. Eventually, I had realized that 7th grade English Isn’t so bad, and I was pretty good at my Vocab packets, but kinda shy when it comes to book class discussions. I also learned don’t wait till the last week to finish your reading log.
In 7th grade I learned:
~ Plan out your writing very clear and organized
~ If you take strong annotations in your book, it will save you work in the long run
~ Remember all the writing elements you learned early on, and use them in your writing

As the year comes to a close, I am trying hard to bring back all the old lessons and tricks from when I learned them back in August, and I am preparing myself to bring them with me to 8th grade. If I were to do my 7th grade over again I would make sure to spread all my reading out and not try to cram it in the last two weeks. My advice for next years 7th graders is to really keep up with their blog, make sure to keep it organized and stay up to date with the weekly post, it will make life much easier if they get their weekly post done early.

My Favorite Stuffed Animal

When I was little, I just couldn’t do without my gray, ragged, stuffed dog- his name was doggie- and man he went everywhere with me. Doggie was my best friend, the most loving, caring, adorable little stuffed dog in California… and he belonged to me. He had blue eyes- which constantly popped out of his head- floppy ears, and a nubby little tail. He was like a real dog to me, I tied him on my real dogs leash and would drag him around my house exposing my feelings, and he would listen to me; or so I thought. When had him with me, I felt safe in my bed while I slept, and safe as I walked through the busy city, and safe while I watched a scary movie. I felt relieved I had a good companion to protect me. I loved carrying him with me everywhere, he had my back- and I had his, just in case we ran into a cat or something. Without him by my side, I missed him, just as much as a new preschooler misses her mom the first day of school. At the same time, I was wondering what trouble he was up to, and what adventures he was on. I still have him today, but he watches over my closet, making sure no one comes in, without his permission.

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