A poem about my 7th grade year: Being in 7th grade was fun. I spent a lot of time with my teachers. Sports were pretty big to me. Volleyball, basketball, and track. I didn't have any friends. People were mean to me and teased me for how I dressed and looked. I felt ugly and unloved. I felt unworthy of friendship and companionship. I remember writing poems about Sara, Mr. Bonds, and school. I remember making "families" with Garrett being "Niger." I remember Miley Cyrus stories and Homework Free Passes. I remember Ms. Barsotti and lots of changes. A poem from my third round of 7th grade (with two years of assisting): Pumpkin patch. Loftus. Drama. Running around. Playing games. Back walk overs. Pirates, scavenger hunts, and Hometown Buffet. Music videos. Raps and parks. Times tests. I started this blog as a memoir to share some of my life stories with you. My goal is that these encourage and educate you on how to live a more j...
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