tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post1179093853937438417..comments2024-02-08T04:58:53.425-08:00Comments on Time Crafted: Writer's Workshop: { Seventh Grade Bookends }Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06572568205513606978noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-7246779116450047272013-04-09T15:14:20.380-07:002013-04-09T15:14:20.380-07:00Good friends can make a bad day better and a good ...Good friends can make a bad day better and a good day, great! Loved capping those school days with her. :>Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06572568205513606978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-26692340915470474382013-04-06T13:11:22.278-07:002013-04-06T13:11:22.278-07:00That walk everyday with a good friend? Sounds amaz...That walk everyday with a good friend? Sounds amazing! Light pole and all.KatBouskahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11556451375792958743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-43525213515656447562013-04-04T13:53:24.123-07:002013-04-04T13:53:24.123-07:00I have those years too, but they are from other ye...I have those years too, but they are from other years. Seventh grade is a stand out for me. And there's nothing ever wrong with reading too much...except, I suppose in math class. I doodled too much in my geometry class! (Which explains why I have a harder time correcting my son's homework when they're on that section!)Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06572568205513606978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-37878771490344596132013-04-04T13:51:38.369-07:002013-04-04T13:51:38.369-07:00There are several years where the memories blur to...There are several years where the memories blur together, filled with vague images and emotions. But, seventh grade has quite a few crisp, vivid images & movies that I can easily replay in my head. :>Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06572568205513606978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-55146152350069415842013-04-04T12:00:31.661-07:002013-04-04T12:00:31.661-07:00Here's why I didn't do that prompt: barely...Here's why I didn't do that prompt: barely any memories from 7th grade! Which is weird -- it stands out in a generic way but no specific incidents. Except maybe the algebra teacher talking to my parents about how I read too much (ahem.....). Great post!Paula Kigerhttp://www.biggreenpen.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-75651001044540734152013-04-04T11:15:30.138-07:002013-04-04T11:15:30.138-07:00" Once a week, the school newspaper - a two s..." Once a week, the school newspaper - a two sided ditto - came out. We took turns reading it to each other, whether we were on bike or foot." Wow. I had forgotten about the school newspaper. That was huge. What a great memory and loved the way you wrote it. <br />Jamie Mileshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03464973297373372882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-82507761831697050122013-04-04T08:19:57.929-07:002013-04-04T08:19:57.929-07:00I never thought of it that way, thanks! :>I never thought of it that way, thanks! :>Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06572568205513606978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-64640484742261774982013-04-04T08:18:19.148-07:002013-04-04T08:18:19.148-07:00Thanks, Mandy! :>Thanks, Mandy! :>Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06572568205513606978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-49274315415085645412013-04-04T08:17:53.472-07:002013-04-04T08:17:53.472-07:00Yes, there was Lots of laughter following that acc...Yes, there was Lots of laughter following that accidental run in! :>Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06572568205513606978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-25709137238431487482013-04-04T08:16:38.399-07:002013-04-04T08:16:38.399-07:00Oh no! High school was filled with those years fo...Oh no! High school was filled with those years for me. But, seventh grade was a blast. :>Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06572568205513606978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-12332153350866288222013-04-04T08:15:30.886-07:002013-04-04T08:15:30.886-07:00I never took home ec, but the kids who did always ...I never took home ec, but the kids who did always had funny stories from that class. I was in marching band instead.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06572568205513606978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-2034459977735488872013-04-04T08:14:42.457-07:002013-04-04T08:14:42.457-07:00I still remember the kids who signed my yearbook t...I still remember the kids who signed my yearbook that year, "Get some pants, girl!" lolKarenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06572568205513606978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-80397414034215743282013-04-04T08:04:30.708-07:002013-04-04T08:04:30.708-07:00Loved the stories - I hated 7th grade but then I d...Loved the stories - I hated 7th grade but then I didn't try to change anything like you did, just kept walking in the same path. ugh. Amyhttp://www.osbornz.net/amynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-64171253448261740832013-04-04T07:56:05.845-07:002013-04-04T07:56:05.845-07:00Loved this. :)Loved this. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-14756230108824997332013-04-04T07:19:14.161-07:002013-04-04T07:19:14.161-07:007th grade really is the worse. You're going th...7th grade really is the worse. You're going through too many changes for it to be fun! I've had a friend walk into a pole before and while you are concerned that they did not hurt themselves you are simultaneously laughing your butt off!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-35936429081185239162013-04-04T07:18:41.158-07:002013-04-04T07:18:41.158-07:007th grade was filled with awkwardness and tortured...7th grade was filled with awkwardness and tortured taunting. I'm pretty sure there is a ring of hell waiting for me to relive this horrible experience. Mama Melchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09756297260590217633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-35039795636984298612013-04-04T05:18:26.688-07:002013-04-04T05:18:26.688-07:00Yuck, did not like 7th grade: boring classes, hat...Yuck, did not like 7th grade: boring classes, hated home ec--(sewing), don't remember too much about it. Karen and Gerardhttp://zemeks.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202705233899470109.post-63286625477708971262013-04-04T05:02:45.404-07:002013-04-04T05:02:45.404-07:00Love the stories! It sucks that your only pair of ...Love the stories! It sucks that your only pair of pants were ruined. And your friend crashing into the pole cracked me up because I've done that so many times myself… except in my case, it also included trees.Xiomara | Equis Placehttp://www.xiomaramaldonado.com/equis-place.htmlnoreply@blogger.com