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  • When I was younger, I looked up to the middle school kids. They were cool. They were wacky. They were independent. They knew everything (not); and they were awesome! Well, now I'm here. I never thought I would make it. Funny thing, time, isn't it? well, anyway, this middle school buisness is cool, is independent, is refreshing, and everything else I thought it might be. But I never knew how easy I had it before. Teachers arn't afraid to pile on the work, and keep piling it on until the kids' backpacks give way. Homework and other work mixed with everyday resposibilities and extra activities is a harsh mixture. Sometimes I yearn for the days when I could just read a book, play in the leaves, or scribble a picture. But other times, I'm proud. Proud to be with the 'big kids', proud to be trusted with all this responsibility. Really, there's no other feelin like surfing the streets on your own for the first time. And, I'm sure, there's more to come. Bring it on!
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