Cruel Life #7

I did not know running was a sport. Turns out, It is really hard work. I felt as if I were training more than any other sport. It is said that running makes you mentally tough.
C: It does.
Me: How would you know?
C: Experience. Just Follow My Word.
Me: So, am I going to be mentally tough?
C: You should.
Me: I can be tough.
C: Not with the attitude that you have.
Me: I do not have an attitude!
C: Dude, chill. Please. Let us change the subject. I know that there are other things that stress you out too.
Me: Well...




G.R.A.P.E.S

She was a female teacher. She was kind of cool. Well, at the beginning of the year she was. I realized she was not as bad. I have to admit, that she was a good teacher. History. One of my most hated classes of all time. I was always horrible at it because of my bad memory. Incredibly, she made sure we learned what ever she taught us. It was because of all the posters and drawings she made us do. I liked to draw. It was one of my favorite habits. She taught us from Islamic history, to American History. It also involved England and grease with some legal contracts in between. The material was fun. Unfortunately, I forgot about everything by the time I got to the eighth grade for the CST. Anyway, her tests were not as difficult, unless you did not study. Her tests required a lot of studying. Without studying, there was no passing the test. She also made us do current events and then due every Friday. Sometimes, I struggled with those things because they had to be events from out of this country. I kind of disliked her for that, but you can not just hate a teacher for doing their job right. She was proud to have us in an Honors class. May be that is why work was so stressful. She enjoyed it. I an guessing that was the reason why many of my classmates disliked her. Some of them did not even do their current events or homework. People disliked ker because she lowered their grades.


7th Grade History

I thought the work that she gave us was worth it. At least now I do because back then, It felt like a hell. There was only some essay that she made us do as a project. It was during winter break. There went my vacation. Actually, I had no vacation. My house was my only vacation. As we came back to school, I made sure my essay looked perfect. Wrong! She took off several points off for my bad grammar, and the absence of my citations. I realized, she was strict, but she was actually nice looking. By that, I obviously mean that she was nice. She was nicer towards the end of the year. She let us have fun right after the CST and then she put "National Treasure" on the television screen. It was a good movie. Not many people paid much attention, but I sat in the front row of the screen because I was actually interested. History was a hell of a class. All the learning, all the memorizing, and all the GRAPES, which consisted of: Geography, Religion, Achievements, Political system, Economics, and Social Structures, was all worth the studying. Back then, I was smaller than I am now, so it all felt tough. That was just me though. Anyway, all of the hard studying felt worth it. Luckily, my break was the next class. It was the most fun class that I had. It was also my stress reliever. You will not believe the crazy things that happened that year...

In Memory Of - Mrs. Melton