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.


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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