8th period is hard, high school is hard, everyday is hard. 8th period in room A236 is gray, full of people who have wronged, and left me, and I sit alone. There are no windows to look out of and clear my mind and cause I can't clear my mind I'm left with my thoughts, it's not good for me. Everyday I write in this class about my thoughts and how everyone here has impacted my life. And though it's called English class I will only ever know it as the room without windows.