Reflection: Seventh Grade

When I first arrived in August, I excepted to have trouble trying to follow the strict dress code rules, seeming as my clothes that I had were spaghetti straps, but most people (including me) figured out ways to dress around the code. By October, my life at school was an easy routine to follow, and I had bought all of my clothes to fit the rules.
Eventually, I figured out that as long as you try to follows the code- and really try, you may be able to get away with more things.
In seventh grade, I learned;
1. The STAAR test is way easier than expected.
2. You wIll start to figure out what kind of friend group that you fit into.
And 3. Dress code is not too hard to follow.

As the year comes to a close, I begin to wonder how this year (academic and social wise) will affect next year. Although this year had it ups and downs, I would not- if given the chance- choose to repeat it. Since mistakes can turn into good things.
If I had to give any incoming sixth graders advice on seventh grade, I would tell them to always look past the negative experiences, and live in the moment with good experiences. Oh! And I would let them know that they should not be pushing the dress code too far.


A leader is described by a person who leads a group.
In order to be a good leader in life, you need to have certain skills that can be balanced evenly.
You need to have intelligence, but not too much, or you may start over-analysing situations, and use. Infusing words to tweak equivocate situations.
You can NEVER use violence, or people will start to be scared of you, and live their lives in fear.

But there is a lot of pressure on leaders to do the right things, if they make one slip-up when they are in a conference meeting, or signing a law, they can be judged, and never trusted again.
I could never personally be a leader, I wouldn’t be able to handle all of the pressure set on my shoulders to do the right thing, but I do look up to them anyways.

Favourite Poem


by Rich Accetta-Evans

“One orange Section
Standing for the whole.

Two of them
their thin wet skins
adhering gently.

A long white string of pulp
from the mouth
of the naked orange.

The translucent orange body
opaque and pointed seeds.

The setting sun
is hotter
And drier than an orange.

The orange peel is gone,
a soft white coat remains.

Orange peel and eggshell
Among the coffe grounds.”

September 14, 1994

I really do like this poem, although I don’t like poetry. The poem shows different ways to look at an orange, but it may make you have different ways to see the world.

Spirit; Stallion of the Cimmarion

Spirit. It was a name of which I was familiar with. A name from my childhood. A horses name to be more precise.

This horse inspired me to have courage, bravery and some people may not know this but- this movie is the reason why I started riding horses. Spirit belong to a herd. And he is the leader, his coat is golden that has a black line going down his spine (see incised in video). One day, he wanders off and gets captured by cowboys. From there on, he is made to go to a ranch and be tamed, branded, but along the way, he meets an Indian who is determined to escape and get Spirits’ trust, which he does when he helps him get out, along with all of the other horses.
Then, he meets Rain and they obviously fall in love, he saves her life and all that stuff. Blah blah blah.

Spirit was definitely my number 1 favorite movie! Still is.