When I first arrived in August, I expected another year where they tell you it’s going to be really hard, but it’s actually not. But I soon realized that all those rumors where true, seventh grade is terrible! By October my grades where dropping and so where my hours of sleep. Eventually I figured out there was no hope.
In seventh grade I learned… To accept a “B,” waiting to eat lunch until 12:04 is impossible, and sleeping before ten is as rare as riding a unicorn. If I had to do it again I would move to Antarctica. My advice for next years seventh graders… RUN.
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