Eighth grade was fun for me, minus the horrible algebra teacher and almost failing his class and almost needing summer school. My other teachers were awesome, my History teacher was a bit strict but still a fun class. My science was a really cool class mainly because we had a cool teacher. My choir teacher was a bit of a drama type teacher who had just got out of a divorce, just about all our songs for the year had to do with love. My french teacher was really nice, it was her first year but I still learned more that year than I did last year for 9th grade. But my favorite teacher was Mr. Smith, my english teacher, we barely did anything that class; wrote one book, read two small books, almost made a short film, saw A mid summer nights dream in an outdoor theater, and watched movies in class. To end off the year we went to one of the water/theme parks that are all over where I live, Mount Olympus, and that was my first time riding a real rollercoaster.
