So, I just finished up one long term teaching position at a junior high last week and already started a new long term position at a High School! (Hence, my posting hiatus) Things couldn't have worked out more perfectly. I feel so blessed to be working this much and actually be teaching instead of subbing day to day. I love doing the long term thing because then I really get a chance to get to know the kids. My last project before I left the junior high was grading 7th grade memoir papers. I can't tell you how much I enjoy being around this age. Sometimes, yes, they are too squirrely for their own good, but that is what makes my job so humorous. The following are excerpts from their memoir papers that are definitely too great to not share with the rest of the world. Welcome to the creative minds of 7th graders..lol..I love them..
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Since the age of six, I have been playing basketball. It has been there for me throughout childhood and I've been there for it.
We hang out a lot, and when we don't hang out of course what are we doing, TEXTING.
I always thought broccoli would taste horrible. I thought it had the same taste as a pickle covered with ketchup, at least, that's what I thought. Now I know it's just a regular vegetable that tastes delicious!
You're probably wondering how and when did we meat.
I smelt the crisp, green grass.
When I heard my grandma passed away my heart rumpled just like a dead leaf, it still is an no one can change that.
Suddenly, our white door yelled loudly. Glimpsing outside the window, I observed a UPS man with a package between his hands.
The intense smell of hamburgers filled the air.
On the day before the due date, I felt regret. I saw fear everywhere. I smelled the bad smell of book pages. I tasted my saliva. I heard pages turning. I was reading almost the whole book on that day.
As you can see, predestination is not a very good choice. - What??? lol. I'm pretty sure that was supposed to be procrastination...
I could hear the heartbeat in my ears.
RED LOBSTER stuck to my mind like sand on glue.
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You gotta love the innocence in their wriitng..lol.
