Eighth+Grade+Reflection+mf13

My eighth grade year was different than every other year. In good ways or bad ways, I know I learned a lot. I have experiences I can now take away, and build off of in the future. This year was definitely a turning point in my life. My teachers didn’t act like “teachers”, more like welcoming friends that guided me torward the right direction. The memories I have aren’t many, but they taught me more than you’d think. I showed myself so many new aspects about myself I wasn’t aware of before. Social studies class obviously allowed me to express myself, including my talents and proving my ability to do way more than I believed I could. The one person that knows good ways of life that inspired me, who I realized unexpectedly, was Richard. Yes, Richard. He is one of the most misunderstood students in the eyes of teachers. When he does something, he’s aware of the consequences but does it anyways to see how brave he can be throughout the punishment. Although, sometimes I don’t know why he doesn’t excel himself. He truly is a good friend. Except when he writes all over my things. Anyways, I wish I had done some things differently. I wish I tried harder than I did, because I know I would’ve had better outcomes. I knew this whole year that I could impress any teacher with some effort put into it, which I did. Sometimes I would lay back and wonder what would happen if I tried to take a quiz or test with no preparation. It sounds like I was lazy, but I found out some flaws in myself, and even some impressive things. But the most important thing that happened in my last year of middle school, is that I found out who I am and who I want to be. After each day goes by, I’m starting to notice that they’re becoming the same person… and that’s one of the best things I’ve accomplished.