Seventh Grade Reflection

When I first arrived in August, I expected the year to fly by as quick and as easy as sixth grade. I soon realized sixth grade was more of a warm up to seventh and eighth grade. By October my world was turned upside and covered in homework. I had projects, worksheets, essays and books to be read. Sometimes projects were due the next day that they were assigned! Not only did I have a lot of homework but a slight obsession with social media and Netflix, so much so that it was hard to finish my assignments.
Eventually I realized that you have to keep up your grades to succeed. It’s not all fun and games, especially when you fail. In seventh grade I realized that studying is really important and it can help you so much (especially during a pop-quiz). I also learned that you can’t just “forget” to do your homework because most classes rely heavily on daily grades like that and it can bring you down. “Forgetting” the study or to do your homework can also be caused by social media, it can get pretty addicting, that’s why I learned not to get distracted by it and get your work done first.
As this year comes to a close, I can see some people are scrambling to drag their grades up in the next three weeks we have. What they forgot to do was plan. Planning ahead and not waiting to the last minute to to your work can be a fatal mistake. Which brings me to my advice for future seventh graders: Study. Do your work. Don’t get distracted. And lastly Plan ahead.


In outside of school activities like team sports, using leadership skills can be helpful and useful. Leaders are the ones who take charge, always do the right thing, go the extra mile and speak their minds.
During team sports, you have to help others understand what to do and encourage them when they succeed or not.
Some very important qualities that a leader must have are to be kind, generous, caring, thoughtful, responsible, speak what they feel, get along with others, think ahead adaptable incase situations change, respectful, a good communicator, have confidence, enthusiasm, be open-minded, resourceful, open to change, interested in feedback, organized and have initiative.
Just being an all around good person can make a leader in a way. Next time try to be a leader in your life.

Favorite Poem

Once on a yellow peice of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it “chops”
because that was the name of his dog
and thats what it was all about
his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts.
that was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born
with tiny nails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed alot
and the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it

once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
and that’s what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kithcen door
beause of the new paint
and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometime they would burn holes
that was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see santa claus
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed alot
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it

once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
and he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
and thats what it was all about
and his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
that was the year Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the Apostles’s Creed went
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
and the girl around the corner
wore too much make up
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
becuase it was the thing to do
and at 3 am he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

that’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
because that’s what it was really all about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didnt think
he could reach the kitchen

-Stephen Chbosky from The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Favorite Movie

When I was little I just couldn’t go on without watching my favorite movie, Monsters Inc. every week. My favorite character was “Kitty” or James Sullivan, the big, blue and purple friendly monster. There is another funny little character named Mike Wazowski, he is a short, round, green monster with one giant eye. The final main character is called “Boo”, she is a little girl who wanders into the monster world and comes across “Kitty” and Mike who try to get her back home. I loved that movie when I was little because “Boo” was about my age and the movie just made me laugh. Without this movie, there wouldn’t have been a sequel!

Expository Writing (Group Assignment)

“Did you hear that she was held back a year?” Have you ever heard people talking about others behind their backs? That’s called gossiping and it can really hurt someone.
When you gossip, the secrets can spread to anyone, turn into rumors and they can change the story to sound even worse than the real thing. For example, if someone said that ‘George broke his arm.’ , it could end up being ‘George fought off a pack of angry trolls and survived with only a broken nail.’. Now that I would pay to see.
Gossiping can just hurt sometimes. For instance, say you told your best friend a secret you don’t want anyone else to know and then she tells everyone. That would definitely cause some seriousness heartache because she was someone close to you.
Treat others like you would like to be treated, and don’t talk about others behind their backs. Gossiping just hurts so therefore, just don’t do it.

I am From…

I am from the trampoline and pool in my backyard,

from bright colored canvases and flocks of flowers.

I am from the spacious living room,

and the smell of fresh baked goodies.

I am from the dandelions that I wish upon in the spring.

From the big oak tree whose long limbs cascade through the sky,

protecting our home.

I’m from ‘Find the Pickle’ and beach vacations.

From my parents and brothers.

I’m from fancy birthday dinners and The Nutcracker,

and from Paper Bear presents.

I’m from “Don’t do that!” And “Sorry!”.

I’m from the heart of Texas and European roots,

from Shepard’s Pie and mugs of savory soup.

From an array of memories,

hanging on my wall.

I am from a loving family that will be there forever.

Name That…You!

My name is Chloe. The origin of the name is Greek and means young green vegetation or what my mom said, blooming flowers. My parents chose that name because my mom always liked my name, because my mom had a perfume named Chloé, my mom liked an actress whose daughter was named Chloe. I think my name fits me because I love nature and I feel like Chloe is a name that fits a blonde girl-like me!

One Of My Favorite Poets

One of my favorite poets as a kid was Shel Silverstein. I would like his creative and ridiculous poems and read all of his books in the library. Here are a few of his poems:


There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.


Oh, I’m being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I’m being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don’t like it–one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It’s nibblin’ my toe.
Oh, gee,
It’s up to my knee.
Oh my,
It’s up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It’s up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It’s up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It’s upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .


‘I cannot go to school today, ‘
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
‘I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more-that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut-my eyes are blue-
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke-
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is…Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play! ‘