I learned some important things in my sixth grade year at Cascade Middle School. I never would've even thought that so many girls, ones I knew in elementary school and ones I met that year, would drastically shape, and scar, my life. A lesson that I learned then has been guiding my life ever since then. I've learned that helping others become strong makes me stronger. I feel that it could affect many people.
The beginning of the story starts in my first weeks of middle school. I had six friends, one of which is my twin sister. At lunch, I would sit with them at lunch, and we would talk happily. The six girls were tall, varieties of hair lengths. All of them had brown hair, except for one who had thick, blond hair. All of them seemed overpowering. One of them actually liked to hint at how she was the leader of the group.
One of the girls had a “habit” of glaring at me, mainly during lunch, but also everyday in the one class we had together. The glare told me “Don't come near me unworthy idiot.” One thing she would growl at me was “Ugh, stop being so happy I'm having a crazy week.” Then, of course, she would keep glaring holes into me.
One of the girls was also a vegetarian, and oddly enough, she didn't have a problem with any of the others eating meat, except for my sister, I had noticed. My sister happened to
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And she never really fully left one of them, but she tried her best to avoid her, for her own well being. But I let her know all the things they were doing bad, with the help of my sister as well, except she did it in a more menacing way which made my friend have to stand up for the others, willingly. But after leaving for the summer, everything slowly was fixed. And, thankfully, I never saw them, again, as they stayed at Cascade Middle School. But I did learn how to be more empathetic and be stronger. Be more confident than I ever could be if I never experienced what it was like to be in a
While growing up I only moved once from a quiet and tranquil apartment to a home near a train and friendly neighbors. The move wasn't that drastic due to me being young but I had to start school. School was very startling at first but as the days went on I became a bit more open. My family was a big help in that too because they talked to me about being myself and I shouldn't be shy when around strangers.
In the 8th grade there were two teacher that gave me a good experience at Stanford Middle School. This time it wasn’t math it was english. My teacher name was Mrs.Rooney. She made up slangs and songs. I remembered one time we even acted out one of shakespeare's plays. It helped me understand it better than just reading it. We had debates about topics so we could understand it better. We read a book and we answer questions on it every few chapters. It actually made me read the book when I didn’t want to. She made me want to do a lot of things I never thought of doing. Another teacher was Mr. Faulkner he taught science. Even though the class was not easy he prepared us for high school. We did research papers. When we presented power points we
I attended Castle Elementary for one year and then went to Sing Lum Elementary for seven. I was really scared to come to junior high. I was just a little kid stepping into a big school. I had heard that junior high was really hard and that you got a lot of homework. I was concerned that my classes were going to be all over the place and I was sadly right. My first impressions of the school were that it was huge. Junior high is different than I originally thought because I actually meet a lot of new people. I also became friends the people who went to school with me before but I was never friends with.
Junior high was not kind to me, being known as the nerd of the school… well, let just say it was not pleasant, everyone took advantage of me and teased me, but out of all the hell fire junior high brought the only foundation I had to keep me afoot was my lifelong friends, Abby and Janice. We grew up together and did the same things together we were called the three musketeers. Our group was complete everyone brought different thing to the table. Abby was known to be the blunt and fiery girl that many people adored because of her honesty, Janice was the pretty and trendy one whose personality could make anyone want to befriend her, as for I …well I was the smart, caring, clumsy girl who would be there for my friends ,as well as them protecting
Where do I even begin I went through four years in the Middle School and now I am off to the High School for another four years. At first when u think about it and it is scary to think about going to High School but then at the same time it”s not even that bad. You're not that little kid anymore that’s in Middle School you are going to go to High School. You will always have those memories about your time her at the Middle School but now that we have hit a certain age it’s time to face reality and expect things from the high that we don’t get here at the Middle School. Now it’s time to talk about what’s most scary and most difficult at the High School.
Have you ever wanted to go to middle school? Well I have always dreamed of
I was at a Denny’s eating peanut butter pancakes when I decided what I wanted to do as a career. Basically my whole life in middle school was a galore of trips to museums and science centers that my parents put together. One specific time we went to the California Science Center where they house an old retired space shuttle used in the late 90’s and early 2000s, The Endeavor. When you enter this exhibit you see this vast piece of machinery that has been to space and then back on earth about 300 times. From then on, space was among my many interests that I had as a kid in middle school. It was such a life changing experience for me when that shuttle glistened in my eye.
Dusten, Amie, and I all came home from middle school after a pretty rough day. Well, it was a rough day for me. I opened the garage door so we could enter the house because we never used the front door. When I opened the door, though, I was not expecting to see what I did. In a kennel that looked like it could fit a full grown dog, there was a little puppy. An english bulldog to be exact. When he saw us, he started barking at us. So I walked up to the cage and started to pet him through it. This calmed him down and he soon stopped barking.
As I was being born the doctors at Truman Medical Center Lakewood told my Mom to wait a few hours so I could be a New Year’s baby. Through pre-evident stubbornness, I was born at 7:24 p.m. that night on New Year's Eve. My biological father wasn’t there to witness my birth, in fact,, six months later he left and never came back. Luckily, the persistance I inherited has allowed me to overcome his absence, living in a low income household, and being different.
One of my fondest memories of learning (though I was not very fond of this incident at the time) was of me trying and struggling to spell “bunny.” Not losing her patience, my mother helped me sound out the word and I eventually succeeded, only to mess up the spelling of “penny” completely.
First grade is the first time when I really wanted to fight someone. This experience occurred at lunch time during school and this kid named Dylan was really irritating me. Dylan kept bothering me and pinching me during lunch and throughout recess. I was getting very mad and I wanted to fight him. Just like Ulrich and George, who both wanted the same land, wanted to fight each other. I was considering tackling him or just tripping him but I didn’t know when I should do it. I decided to tell my friend Ben about the situation.
While entering high school was a petrifying year for me, I did not want to go through the next four years in fear everyday. As a result, I joined an enrichment called Chicago Voyagers. I loved being in the outdoors because I get to embrace the nature before technology has filled our minds and that is what we revolve around constantly. Also, through this non-profit organization, I get to meet new friends and gain some personal skills like leadership, teamwork, and communication. I do not want people to see me as timid and someone who does not have a voice. Even though I may still be quiet, I see myself becoming more outgoing and loud compared to my past self. When I reflect on my time in high school, I have made most of my friends because I
When I walked that day into the school, I felt hatred from the surroundings. Teachers, students, and counselors looked at me like I’m the enemy. It wasn’t literally that, but that’s what I sensed. My experience in the Elementary school and in the middle school was daunting. I wasn’t a student that wanted to learn, educate, and enhance. School was a nightmare for me. I hated to go there nor even do anything that is related to it; It didn’t mean anything to me. I lacked improvement, and self-assurance, because I used my life for joyfulness and dissipate. The absence of good grades made my relations with everyone defective and I didn’t feel jubilant with it, until that day came.
Throughout my middle and high school years I have always been involved in many sports and activities, and that is a bit strange for a person that had never been interested in any type of sport and was very very anti-social, from seventh grade down. Athletics and Band where the two major components of my 7-8 middle school years. I was in all regular classes and my grades were not the best, with 70’s and 80’, I always did what I needed to do to get a passing grade. When I was in Band, I have to admit, I was pretty good even though I never really practiced at home, because my French horn was too heavy for a 4.5 feet tall girl to carry two miles home every day. In our district, High School started in tenth grade, and I actually did like it that
During middle school I went through an awkward stage in my life, I was trying to figure out who I was or who I could be. Middle school was a huge a part of my life with discovering being unique is in fact not a negative thing, weather its fashion, taste in music or personality. During middle school my fashion was influenced by gothic culture. I would wear band t-shirts shirts and black trip pants with chains and countless amount of zippers on them. I would often wear wigs daily to be able to have my hair match the color of clothing I choose to wear that day. to be able to different wigs that would match my outfit that day. In the hallways I would blast heavy metal and rock music. My favorite bands included Bullet for my Valentine, Green