So it is my eigth grade year and I am sick of middle school and it's only August. I was ready to move onto high school. I was excited - no - more like desperate to live a more interesting, sophisticated life. I had finally outgrown the school that had been a home to me for the past fourteen years. You see my mom teaches at the middle school. My eigth grade year was eye opening for me in the way that my frustrations helped me discover who I was or rather who I wanted to be. I was making decisions about my fututre whether I knew it or not. I felt alone with my new opinions espically around my friends. The only person who I could talk to - who agreed with me - was my dear mother. So when she would go to a meeting after school I would vent to my four followers on tumblr about my eigth grade middle school frustrations. I am going to repost my middle school blogs onto my now "mature" high school blog.
