My seventh grade year seemed to breeze by. Academically, I've always been a straight-A student. All of my classes have been accredited gifted since 3rd grade. And I've maintained that somehow. Now, my work ethic sucks, and I don't ever want to do any assignments, but somehow I fly through without trying while other who try their hardest are failing. It's fucking mental. Who knows what I could do if I actually applied myself...
The first semester of eighth grade flew by. Then the second semester went a bit slower. But all in all, looking over middle school entirely, my days as a tiny sixth grader are still fresh in my head. I'm surprised I survived.
This summer, I'm might start home schooling, so that I can get ahead before public school starts back in August. That way I can probably enter the tenth grade instead of the ninth when school starts back up. xx(:
(I like to be ahead of everyone else.)