Seventh grade has been hard. and like I mean- I have no idea how I have survived the year (so far). Yet it has vanished right before my eyes.

Like any first day at school- I was excited- yet still knowing in the back of my mind I’d have homework like no ones business. I also told myself I wouldn’t fall behind- like the year before- but again knowing in the back of my mind that two weeks in I’d have twelve bazillion million missing assignments.

I was soon greeted with my prediction- yet still passing the tests. (Still a mystery to me). But I do feel as if I have gotten progressively gotten better at keeping up with assignments- except English. I have got better at math- and even I am caught up completely with science but I still struggle with my English assignments.

through the ups and downs- every year has been an adventure- and I know every year in the future will be an adventure. Seventh grade has been the hardest grade by far- and it’s not even over. I know Eighth grade will be even harder: and I’m ready.

Just a nice little dance poem for y’all. I find it hard to explain just how much dance means to me… Sigh… Maybe one day I might be put it into suitable words. Until then this is all I can give you. Many people say dance isn’t hard. Well it is. People tell me that I spend “Too much time at dance,” or that “I never rest,” but you don’t understand is I feel when I dance. It’s what I love to do, and I won’t give that up for anything.

I am a dancer.

I twirl, leap, and spin.

I jump, pirouette, and tap.

I am a dancer.

I feel pain and fear.

I feel defeat and failure.

Yet, I keep going.

I smile, I practice, I perform.

I have grace and beauty.

 

I do not dance because I am happy,

I am happy because I dance.

 

I hear the applause.

I perform and do my best.

Sometimes I fail.

I don’t give up.

For I am a dancer.

I am brave and strong.

I dance not for fame and glory.

But for how I feel inside.

I am happiness, joy, love, and excitement.

Strife, talent, joy.

Determination and beauty.

I am a dancer.

When I was little, I  LOVED Strawberry Shortcake. Nowadays, I would hate it, but that didn’t stop me from  watching every episode and having a doll that had every outfit.

 

I guess I just loved the way her hair smelled like strawberries and her red rosy cheeks, that gave her the look of a happy child. The freckles on her face and her hat were a certain shade of green that almost looked like watermelon. She was the most perfect doll I could ask for.

 

While I watched it,  I was happy, she was like a inspiration to me and I looked up to her.
Strawberry shortcake was my favorite toy and show when I was little. I loved it so much that for my 5th birthday I had a Strawberry Shortcake themed party. There were green chairs, and pink table cloths everywhere

My childhood would not be the same if I never had that little doll in my life.

I even still have my old doll in my closet.