When I first started 7th grade, all I had heard that it was the worst year everyone had so far. A lot of homework, and a lot of mean teachers.

It seemed all anyone cared about was A-team football. I had 3 years of pop-Warner experience. But I knew I had no shot a A-team. But I hoped if I worked hard enough at B-team I could make it. I was working against the A-team about a week before we played O’Henry, I was a outside linebacker with 2 B-team starters and a soon to be A-teamer. We were going up against the A-team running back. The play was a dive up the middle and he was coming and I was going strait at him. I knew I couldn’t  tackle him strait on so I dove at his feet and he tried to hurdle me. Then his foot kicked me and my head bounced like a basketball and immediately I knew I wasn’t okay, and I later found out I had a concussion.

It was about 2 or 3 weeks into school and I just couldn’t focus. It seemed fine but I realized, even though I was at school, I still had to make the work up. As soon as I got back and recovered, it was strait back to the extra homework. In 4 days, I had 4 tests to make up. Everything was slipping.  After the first 9 weeks I still couldn’t catch up. But at winter break I caught up with all of the truck loads of home work.

In conclusion seventh grade was as bad as everyone said. All the homework was more than I have ever had.

My new puppy, Ivy, is at a major teething stage. Her teeth are at the sharpest point. But she chews on people and if she doesn’t her a scream from pain, she will bite harder and harder with her jagged teeth.

I personally think she likes piercing ears and puncturing arms and legs. I just hope this stage will be over before I bleed out.