In the second semester of sixth grade, a boy in my sixth grade homeroom class became really mean with me. Whenever he sat next to me in classes, he would refuse to give me personal space. But to my surprise, he voted me for seventh grade student council president. The good thing is that we don't have any classes together for seventh grade.
I never expected to make friends with people I didn't have a lot of relationship with. Towards the last week of sixth grade, I received some yearbook notes that were about me as a good friend. At around the first few weeks of seventh grade, a new girl (who wasn't here for sixth grade) often said "hi" to me. We used to have P.E. together, but she switched one of her electives. That didn't stop our relationship though. I invited her to lunch with my friends a few times. On one of the lunches, one of her friends came as well. Later on, two of her friends say "hi" to me as well. About a month ago, I invited her and my best friend to come to my house.
Ever since the middle of April, I started to bike to school. It would usually take me about twelve minutes to get to school. It depends when I leave home when biking to school. I could leave early at 7:30, or later at 7:45.
In school, my grades have been better than when they were last school year. My grades are in the A range. Some are A+, some are A, and some are A-. Also, I'm one of the WIP reps in student council. We had a few meetings for the first semester already, and they've been pretty good. I liked my electives; they're band and art. In art, I learned more about some of the arts units: shape, line, value, and color. In band, I learned about special repeats like coda. Currently, I'm on the seventh grade B team for basketball, and we played 6 games, but only won 2.
My dad made an app called Shared Buy List - a novel visual grocery shopping list. The app was free at first, but he later on we price it at $4.99. The app is making profits, and my dad will use it to be my money for my college tuition since I contributed to its making and testing.
My cousin Marc visited me this year. He was nice to me in the beginning, but in a few weeks, he became mean to me. He must've heard about the idiom familiarity breeds contempt. For more information about him, see a blog I wrote earlier called My Cousin Marc.
Even though there were some good things that happened, this year could've been better. I'm hope that I enjoy the year 2015.
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| Bye bye 2014 |
