Reflection

I knew that the day I had to do the same thing again that this class would have to give me things that were different and difficult. I mean it's not all that hard to write about a tree now or even study five things about an animal. But I the first real thought I had was that this class would be boring and a redo of my whole 6th grade year. I had just got into this school distract and I couldn't deal with the memories of my old friends for an entire year. But the class took a turn for land when we read the pearl and studied topics that could be the opposite of everyone elses. True there were hardships but also glory and then I went to the 8th grade. There I found that I was good at paint the picture and writing stories also that I suck at editing and spelling. Essays became less of little pitiful remarks and more of what was in the brain at the time. so I must say that I have learned too many things to count and that is all I wanted.