7th Grade Overview

Ever since the beginning of this year, I have gone through a roller coaster of emotions. From sad to ecstatic to terrified to just plain old neutral. But one word captures the main feeling I’ve experienced in 7th grade: confused.

“Click! Click! Clop!” The footsteps are whirling around me. “Clack! Click! Click!” The hallways are always a confusing frenzy during passing periods. But that’s not the only thing confusing! The iPads, the quizzes and tests, and sometimes even the homework is baffling! But none of that is nearly as confusing as it was during the beginning of the year. Then, I was a complete mess! Papers flying everywhere, lost schedules here and there, the whole experience was just a dazed swirl of homework and school supplies! But in the end, with the help of a few amazing teachers, I got on track and am still going strong today.

7th grade can be a very scary time, but if you just reach out to someone , I guarantee you’ll be on your way in no time. Oh, and a quick word of advice. NEVER be absent! That’s a whole other world!

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Diction & Syntax: Ominous/Horrific – Danger

The crunch of the leaves make me wince every time I put my foot down. With a great drop to the right, a steep incline to the left, and a narrow path in front, I place my steps carefully to ensure my safety. I imagine bright red dots glowing eerily through the black-green mesh of foliage. Even though my brain knows they’re fake, I quicken my pace to a dangerous speed. Faster, faster, FASTER! Without knowing, I break into a sprint while imaginary beasts roar behind me.

Slip…

The leaves slide below me. I hit my head on the damp ground and go tumbling down the hill. Rolling and rolling and rolling. Down and down and down. Finally, I splash into the creek that seemed so far below. Soaked , nauseous and disoriented, I stumbled up and waded to the bank. Seeing the long hike above me, I yell out for help. After a while, a stranger peeks over and yells back that he would get someone, rushing off until nothing could be heard but his fleeting, crunching footsteps.

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A World Without Color

 

 

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Imagine if one day you woke up and everything was black in white. The sky would lose its blue, the trees would lose its green, and the sun would just become a depressing blog of grey. Life as you knew it would crumple into a blur of grey emotionless pictures, taken by your dull, grey brain.

Color has played an important part of our lives ever since the first animal gained the ability to see. From warning reds to soothing blues, colors can help us form an emotion. When you see a red stop light or sign, you become alerted and know to stop or else there could be dangerous consequences. Or if you see a painted picture of the blue ocean waves, you feel calm and feel more relaxed about your surroundings. In Lois Lowery’s The Giver, Lois introduces the thought of living your whole life, from birth to “release”, in complete black and white. The whole atmosphere changes from just that one detail. From being a nice book about dystopian worlds, the book transforms into a serious look at what life would be like in a controlled community, where everyone grows up the same and nothing important happens.

I mean, it’s not like I’m bashing the thought of total colorblindness or socialism, but I just think that there is a lot you are missing. Hey, maybe you could care less for the happiness of color and just want a controlled and equal world, like in The Giver, but my main point in this post is that I think that color IS very important to the people of our modern society and that it would be very detrimental to the community if we were to have a total color purge, so to speak.

Memory Transfer

I was sitting down on a carpeted floor in an unfamiliar room. In front of me was a dog with a small puppy beside her. I assumed the pup was a new born because it’s eyes and ears were both closed. A new feeling wells up inside me and I have a sudden urge to hold the small animal.

“She’s adorable!” I blurt out without consciousness. I didn’t even know the word let alone the gender of the pup! Against my will, I reach down and put my hand around the new born.

Josie. The word popped into my head. For some reason, it felt right.

Cute. Another word. Before I knew it, I was back in my bed, staring out the window.

Snow is Awwesome…

Believe it or not, there are people out there in the world who have never seen real snow! (Surprising, I know.) And since I’ve lived in Texas my whole life, up until 2013, I was on the same boat as those people.

The days started getting colder and colder until one day, the weather reporter said the fateful words that sent shivers down my spine. There was a high chance of snow that day! The whole day, every time my mind would wonder off to what I would do with the rest of my day if it was true that would snow. Since I was at school at the time, all I could do was wait and see what would happen. Once I came back home. I rushed to the backyard and waited…. After about an hour it happened: little tiny white flakes started falling from the sky and landing softly on the ground!

“This is it, this is it, this is it!!!!! Sis, come ‘ere!!!!” I yelled.

I heard my sister running towards me saying, “I know, I know!!!” In a matter of seconds, I was out the door, decked out in full snow gear ready to make snow balls. Sadly, not much was falling (certainly not enough to make a snowangel) so I scrapped what ever I could off the ground and walls and decks and patio and whatever I could get my hands on, smashed into a ball and put it on to the table. My sister saw what I was doing and followed sport. After a few tweaks and nudges, we had actually made our first mini-snowman! I was so proud of it, I pretty much kept it in my freezer for at least two months!

By the time it was all over and melted, of course I was sad, but also really happy that I could say that I had played in the snow! Sure, maybe it wasn’t three inches thick, but just making those small snowballs and chucking them at my sister was more than enough to make me happy. And that’s all that matters.

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The Phantom’s Lair

No light. ( save for the sparse candles rising from the water) No sound. And absolutely no life. Yet, amongst the mist, you could see a figure sitting an old piano. One thing was for certain: this was a creepy abandoned lair.

But the piano, oh, the piano, was the most disturbing item in the cave. Something about its ebony and ivory keys chilled me to the very core. It was as if there was a story behind the origin of those keys. The mahogany structure was cracked and dusty. As I approached the lonesome piano, the figure became more and more prominent. Once I had gotten close enough to touch the decaying piano, the aura around it seemed to spring to life as the figure with a mask started pounding on the piano, producing a tune that seemed to put me in a trance. The surroundings looked as if it were swaying like a pendulum while the figure at the now beautiful instrument looked as if it were alive as well! He went form transparent to a tactile “human being”. My vision began to blur as the Music of the Night invaded my ears and danced in my skull, tickling my brain. In a matter of seconds, I blacked out, but I didn’t go unconscious. Instead, I stayed in a state of bliss, listening to the Music of the Night lull me.

When I awoke again, I was lying on the floor of my room in front of my mirror, with little memory of the lair I was in moments before. But in the back of my head I could remember the song I was listening to. The Music of the Night.

Expository: Masks

From fancy to rural, religious to recreational, masks are very diverse items. They could be scary or regal, big or small. But, no matter what they’re trying to portray, masks can work in many different ways!

The most commonly known use of masks, in my opinion, is the Halloween mask. These masks fall under the scary category, but can honestly be more cutesy than cutsy more times than not. The Halloween masks can range from gory werewolves and skeletons, to flashy, glittery princesses and fairies.~ Story time!! ~ Once, while I was wondering down the streets of my old neighborhood on Halloween night, just minding my own business, a big, scary, (Well, scary for a 3 year old…) man with a nightmare-creating mask of Freddy Krueger on jumped in front of me! At the time, I was basically afraid of anything that moved in a peculiar way, so when the man jumped in front of me, I went absolutely mental, screaming like a little girl. Luckily, my sister was near by, grabbing candy from the closest house, and ran to my side, shooing the rude man away and hugging me uncomfortably tightly. Then, to my surprise, my sister ran to the man and started yelling at him about not scaring kids and how it was so rude to do what he had just done while I was just sitting down on the ground, producing a mixture of giggling and crying. Let’s just say, that man will probably never scare any kids ever again!

Masks don’t have to be physical though. They can be figurative as well! Say your friend has a great big smile on his face and is one of the nicest guys you know. Well, that could all be a facade! He could be really sad on the inside and just put on that mask to not make to much of a big deal about it. On the inside, he may be sad, but on the outside, he won’t be anything but smiles and compliments. It’s very sad but true. All he needs is a hug and a little help to take off that mask and show his real self. Um, okay this getting a bit depressing, but hopefully you understand what I’m talking about…

Life can be full of masks, whether they be physical or figurative. They can be used in many different ways, but it’s up to you to know which way they’re being used and if they’re real or mental. Next time you see a Halloween mask in the store, think about this post and all the many ways make can be used.

Expository: Trees.

A towering creature sways from side to side, showering sunlight around me while I get tangled into a great book. If this scene intrigues you, then you must love trees as much as I do.

But the reason I love trees so much is they’re such a great place to escape from the worries of school, work, or even families. Ever feeling stressed? Just grab a lawn chair, (or if you’re brave enough, sit on the dirt!) plop it under the shade of the leaves, and just hang! Just sit there and do absolutely nothing. Let all the stress from your day just melt away and relax!

Really, without trees I would most definitely explode from all that built up stress! And, if you want, you could join in and sit next to me under the shade and leaves and enjoy the silence.

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How To: Sleep.

Help me! I think I have insomnia!

Ok, so lately I have been having a lot of trouble sleeping this past week. I’ll just lay in bed thinking about crazy, stupid scenarios that will never happen or just stay on my phone as the seconds, minuets, hours eventually pass me by until it’s 1:00 am and I am trying to force myself to sleep. I close my eyes and think, “Blank! Nothing! Go to sleep, you numbskull!” And eventually, I will drift off to the sandman’s dream land and dream of something even crazier than my crazy night adventures.

I think this has to do with my laziness, though, because I usually leave all of my homework to the late hours of 8:00 pm and don’t end till 10:00 pm, so I guess my mind is just still running with all the information, just singing and dancing away in my head until I pretty much resort to laying there thinking about my life after college and what I’m gonna do with my career and how I’m going to make a living and… But then it gets all hazy and deep.

Though, I also feel as if this post is just another byproduct of my restless mind at night, and when I wake up in the morning, I feel like I might regret this… Now before I end up getting to deep, I should probably veer off into another subject. Who knows, maybe you guys like this kind of post, where I just list my thoughts into paper without caring to check my run-on sentences. But, maybe this is new and confusing to whomever is reading and they/you plainly don’t like this new form of writing that I have suddenly adopted without warning.

But wait, weren’t we talking about my sleeping problem?