When I first arrived in August I expected that it was going to be a long hard year then I soon realized that it was right. If I wanted to get through the year I was going to have to be diligent.vThis year is going to be fun but I knew it was going to be hard also.
By October, my life had been a lot harder with all the sports I play & homework. I couldn’t keep up with all my homework & do all the sports I want play. Eventually I figured out that I just needed to be diligent enough to get all A’s & B’s. In seventh grade I learned.

• If I work hard enough in any class I can have an A.
• Spanish is not going to be an easy class
• I can be in advanced English if I try.

As the year comes to a close I want to finish with all A’s & B’s. I am so close to making to my goal. If I had it to do it over again I would try harder than I am in Spanish class. My advice to next year’s seventh graders is when you are willing to try you can have an A in every class.

my dad said “go.” You could everybody run off. I went strait up my balcony to snip people as they passed by with my shotgun. People were going from all over left right and all a round. I got a shot on one of there players right in the back. Then I try to go for another but I dropped my shotgun. I picked up and the gun was broken. That didn’t stop me. I grabbed my pistol and ran around the house. I had a clear shot on Alan. I got him right in the head. It was perfect. There was still two guys left and it was just me. they had one of my team mates. I went around the house and I saw them. Timmy was holding my team mate by the neck so I Ran out and shot Asher in the head. Then I shot Timmy right in the side with out hitting my team mate. I won the game for my team and ONLY with a pistol.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

I like this poem because how it describes hope with a lot of different things.

– Emily Dickinson

When I was little my favorite toy was I little stuffed Cow. I would always call him moomoo. He had little spots on his body just like a cow. He even had small tiny horns coming out of head. I first got him when I had surgery. My preschool teacher came after my surgery when I had a 107°f fever. Close to death. I would always take it with me where I ever went. I would play with it like he was part of my family. I would feed him when ever I was eating meals. I acted like he was my dog because I have never ever had a pet. Why don’t you just look at it for your self?

My mom turned around like she heard a gunshot. Red warm blood was dripping down my forehead. My brother looked at me and was speechless. I could taste the salty, bitter blood crawling in to my throat. I don’t know why I thought it would be fun to play tag with my eyes closed.
I was dizzy and everything was blurry. My hole body was numb and I couldn’t get up. blood was every where. My shorts were soaked in blood. My friends were freaking out as they saw the blood spewing out my head. I felt like a professional baseball player had hit a home run off my forehead. My mom rushed over to see what happened. I couldn’t talk because I was in so much shock. My mom rapped me up with an old shirt she found and rushed me to the car. Since then I have always laughed at my self for making that mistake. I learned from this experience to never run with your eyes closed.

“He lines up to take the kick—he shoots—he scores!” Soccer an be a very exciting sport.
To start with it’s exiting when you score. For instance when you strike the ball perfectly and you score. “When I score I feel like I am on top of the world.” Without a doubt scoring a goal is my favorite part of soccer.
What’s even more exiting is when you are taking a penalty kick. For example when you line up to take that kick the whole crowd is watching you. Butterfly’s start to grow in your stomach and your heart starts racing. “As I line up to take the kick I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders.” No matter what position you play in soccer you will always get a chance to score.
There is a lot I have learned from playing soccer for 6 years. The main one is that you must point your toe when you kick and I am pretty sure you must bring your leg as far back as you can to get good power. As you could probably tell that in general scoring in any sort of way is exciting. All in all with no if or buts about it soccer is the most exciting sport I have ever played.

My mom turned around like she heard a gunshot. Red warm blood was dripping down my forehead. My brother looked at me and was speechless. I could taste the salty, bitter blood crawling in to my throat. I don’t know why I thought it would be fun to play tag with my eyes closed.
I was dizzy and everything was blurry. My hole body was numb and I couldn’t get up. blood was every where. My shorts were soaked in blood. My friends were freaking out as they saw the blood spewing out my head. I felt like a professional baseball player had hit a home run off my forehead. My mom rushed over to see what happened. I couldn’t talk because I was in so much shock. My mom rapped me up with an old shirt she found and rushed me to the car. Since then I have always laughed at my self for making that mistake. I learned from this experience to never run with your eyes closed.

Only two minutes in the game and It was all tied up. I was breathing heavier and heavier as I waited for the kick of. My team mate slowly kicked the ball in front of me. I took the ball. Thinking that I might stumble over my self. I saw the first defender. His eyes were staring directly in to mine as clenched his teeth at. He was big— very big. I didn’t know what to do. “Should I could right no no, the left” I thought in my head. I didn’t know what to do. Then it just happened. I kicked the ball strait through his legs. I could see his eyes bulk up like he hadn’t known what happened. I was astonished. Now it is just me and the goalie—or so I thought. I could hear my ankle snap. It felt like it had been crushed by boulder. It stung like hot sand on your bear feet. I couldn’t believe it. He slide tackled me from behind. It was a penalty. Coach asked if a need a sub, but I said no.
I lined up just 18 yards away from the goal. The only thing from this ball getting in that goal was that keeper. He knelt down getting ready for the shot as I stretched my aching ankle. My whole body felt num. I was more nervous than I had ever been in my whole life. I could hear no one. It was just me and the goalie. I was bit my lip so hard it started to bleed. I ran to the ball struck it with my pointed foot perfectly. The ball started to turn to the right. The goalie reached out as far as he could, but it was just to far. Before I knew it I could here the crowd screaming with joy. “I Made it! I made it!” I screamed. My teammates were cheering as they lifted me into the air we finally did it. We one the championship.

I really hope that it is a late start day tomorrow, but I hope the day douse not get cancelled. If it did get cancelled we would have to make it up on a three day weekend and I would hate that. I hope that I can still play in the snow because I haven’t seen snow in like 3 years. My favorite part about snow is to feel the melting ice tinkling your skin as it dropped on the ice ground.

I am not a person who is in to reading, but there was one book that I read twice and would love to read again. It is A Tail Dark and Grim. The book was so good. It is about that old story of Hazel and Gretel. You think you know what happened, but you have no idea. There’s kings and queens, witches, dragons,warlocks, and even the devil. It is a book that when you read it you don’t want to stop because it is so intense and very graphic. There will be blood gore and foul beasts. I book you will not wont to miss out on.