I'll see how it goes.
This year, however, has been the hardest and most exhausting. 8th grade was just really long in my opinion, though a lot of people are saying otherwise. There was a hard standardized test this year (which I totally aced) and lots of information to learn, not to mention the introduction to algebra class. Next year I'll finally have lockers.
Yesterday I gave an awesome speech for my 8th grade awards ceremony. I was asked by my English teacher to do so, and prepared one tuesday night. It went over very well, and I "blew my dad's doors off", as he's not easily impressed. Yesterday was a great tribute to my life in Louisiana, because we did a lot of celebrating everything yesterday.
I got seven awards, (my superlative being "most likely to become President") and then gave my speech. Here's a copy.
What I Remember From Middle School
Jennifer Egan
Here comes again the closing of another school year. It seems like only yesterday we were greeted on the first day of school with our new haircuts, new clothes, tan lines, and shy expressions. Yet here we are, all wearing our class shirts boldly, with less than two days left, eagerly awaiting the day where we won’t need to eat the school lunches anymore.
From what I’ve experienced, I’d say these three years have been the most interesting of my life so far. 6th grade. Who here can remember finally getting into Middle School? The days of playgrounds, spelling tests, and penmanship grades all seem so far away now. Finally we were allowed to get rid of that Dutchtown Primary School sweatshirt that made us look so small.
Does anyone else remember the electrical box exploding towards the beginning of 2005, leaving us without air conditioning for a week, and we weren’t even allowed to go home? What about the horrible traffic and overcrowding after hurricane Katrina? And don’t forget Dr. Pulling.
Last year, the years 2006 and 2007, when we were in 7th grade. We were stuck in the middle; not on the top like eighth graders or on the bottom like sixth. This was when the abominable lockdown began when someone wrote a bomb threat in the boy’s bathroom. Nobody guessed that Mr. Walker would actually like the system and keep us on it for the rest of our Middle School lives. It was like Primary School all over again; walking in lines, being escorted to class, meeting in the gym to switch classes. By this time many of our ranks have left us. Dutchtown, the crowded public school it was and still is, had too many students, so we split up our sixth and seventh graders. Some left us for Prairieville Middle, or Central, or to join other Private Schools. And how about those team names? The Flying Pigs, the Sensational Stars, X-Treme Team, and W.O.W. are some of the stranger ones I can remember.
And now eighth grade has finally arrived. We have the privilege to take charge, to name our own team, to speak up for ourselves, to finally sit in the back of the bus. Arriving here is a considerable milestone for us. Now, I don’t know about you, but I found this year particularly exhausting. What with the LEAP test, two Algebra classes, and all the newfound responsibility, I’m definitely ready to start summer early.
However, there were endearing parts to this year. I remember early this school year when Darrien, Troy, and Andre Spears would sing to us at the end of nearly every class almost every day. Or when Ladarius would say “Why you always tryna play me, son?”. And don’t forget when Mrs. Edmonds and Wood did the Souja Boy. The satisfaction that we all felt when we finally finished the LEAP test was almost overpowering.
Though many will be separated when this is over, be it moving or going to EA, I’ll never forget the memories I’ve had here at Dutchtown Middle School. Now that we’re no longer children and are moving up to becoming freshmen, it is time to look to the future. Many need to remember that the miles that separate us don’t matter, and that it’s the smiles that do. Now is the time we work to build our lives. Many of us, I know, will go on to do great things. One may become the next president of the United States. Another may be an actor in the biggest movie of the century. And still others can grow up to top Bill Gates or Donald Trump.
What we make of our lives is up to us. How we choose to live it is our choice. But I know we’ll all carry on impacting this earth. Now what matters is not what we scored on last week’s math test, or what we wore yesterday for free dress, or how many touchdowns we got this season. What matters is what we do with what we’ve learned in these three years together.
Jennifer Egan
Here comes again the closing of another school year. It seems like only yesterday we were greeted on the first day of school with our new haircuts, new clothes, tan lines, and shy expressions. Yet here we are, all wearing our class shirts boldly, with less than two days left, eagerly awaiting the day where we won’t need to eat the school lunches anymore.
From what I’ve experienced, I’d say these three years have been the most interesting of my life so far. 6th grade. Who here can remember finally getting into Middle School? The days of playgrounds, spelling tests, and penmanship grades all seem so far away now. Finally we were allowed to get rid of that Dutchtown Primary School sweatshirt that made us look so small.
Does anyone else remember the electrical box exploding towards the beginning of 2005, leaving us without air conditioning for a week, and we weren’t even allowed to go home? What about the horrible traffic and overcrowding after hurricane Katrina? And don’t forget Dr. Pulling.
Last year, the years 2006 and 2007, when we were in 7th grade. We were stuck in the middle; not on the top like eighth graders or on the bottom like sixth. This was when the abominable lockdown began when someone wrote a bomb threat in the boy’s bathroom. Nobody guessed that Mr. Walker would actually like the system and keep us on it for the rest of our Middle School lives. It was like Primary School all over again; walking in lines, being escorted to class, meeting in the gym to switch classes. By this time many of our ranks have left us. Dutchtown, the crowded public school it was and still is, had too many students, so we split up our sixth and seventh graders. Some left us for Prairieville Middle, or Central, or to join other Private Schools. And how about those team names? The Flying Pigs, the Sensational Stars, X-Treme Team, and W.O.W. are some of the stranger ones I can remember.
And now eighth grade has finally arrived. We have the privilege to take charge, to name our own team, to speak up for ourselves, to finally sit in the back of the bus. Arriving here is a considerable milestone for us. Now, I don’t know about you, but I found this year particularly exhausting. What with the LEAP test, two Algebra classes, and all the newfound responsibility, I’m definitely ready to start summer early.
However, there were endearing parts to this year. I remember early this school year when Darrien, Troy, and Andre Spears would sing to us at the end of nearly every class almost every day. Or when Ladarius would say “Why you always tryna play me, son?”. And don’t forget when Mrs. Edmonds and Wood did the Souja Boy. The satisfaction that we all felt when we finally finished the LEAP test was almost overpowering.
Though many will be separated when this is over, be it moving or going to EA, I’ll never forget the memories I’ve had here at Dutchtown Middle School. Now that we’re no longer children and are moving up to becoming freshmen, it is time to look to the future. Many need to remember that the miles that separate us don’t matter, and that it’s the smiles that do. Now is the time we work to build our lives. Many of us, I know, will go on to do great things. One may become the next president of the United States. Another may be an actor in the biggest movie of the century. And still others can grow up to top Bill Gates or Donald Trump.
What we make of our lives is up to us. How we choose to live it is our choice. But I know we’ll all carry on impacting this earth. Now what matters is not what we scored on last week’s math test, or what we wore yesterday for free dress, or how many touchdowns we got this season. What matters is what we do with what we’ve learned in these three years together.
