Wilson was a two-year middle school educating both seventh and eighth graders. Us eighth graders were the big ones on campus. We knew all the teachers and customs of the school, and of course we knew seventh graders were stupid. It was a fun year for everybody, a time for us to rest before making the jump to high school.

One of my favorite classes of the year was Spanish 1 with Mrs. Goodman. She is probably to date one of the best teachers I have ever had. She cared about her students, but did not have to yell or get mad to get her point across. She gave out candy all the time and left us with a good grasp of beginners Spanish. One memory I will never forget is the special attention she gave me when I was having difficulty learning conjugations of verbs. I was having the hardest time figuring it out, she was so patient with me and helped me through my trouble. She inspired me to do well not only in Spanish but in other subjects t

The best part about my eighth grade life was my friends. I had a couple close friends and a large amount of friends I hung out with at school. My two closest friends were Kirk and Alex. We did everything together. All of us would hang out before and after school everyday, we were almost inseparable. On weekends we would go hang out at someone’s house and play video games all day. There were other friends like Paul and Shearson to name a few, but Kirk and Alex were my two best friends.

The worst of my classes during eighth grade would most definitely be Mr. Englander’s History class. In my opinion it was a waste of my life’s precious time. There were only two things we did in his class the whole year, studied flashcards and read out o the textbook, nothing else. We were quizzed everyday on those flashcards and docked points if we did not know them. His theory of teaching was that if you spoke during class by any reason other than raising your hand, a four hundred word essay was to be written. The same went for standing up during class, being late for class, having trash within a foot of your desk, or not bringing the proper supplies for class. Needless to say, I spent many a nights typing essays. He was not a personable guy and spent most if not all of his time in seclusion from students. His class was not enjoyable to anybody.

Another big school event is the faculty versus students softball game. I was a player on the students’ team, which was made up of all eighth graders. A student team had not won this game in over 15 years, but that year would be different. My team did not score until the third inning, but after that we piled on over twenty runs to topple the powerful faculty team. Because this was a big thing, there was a giant celebration. The team and I were treated like celebrities for a few days. This is one of my fondest memories of eighth grade.

The weekends during the school year was a time to kick back with friends. There were a couple hang out spots for us. Of course a friend’s house was best, with video games, food and good times, but there was also the Marketplace in Glendale. It was a movie theatre, shopping center in one. We would go there and watch a movie or hang out in the small courtyard around all the places to eat. I have some great memories of my friends and I doing some really

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