Fellow classmates of West Peace High School, It's been a long four years. We’ve worried about test and quizzes, turned in thousands of assignments, stressed over procrastinated projects , and all managed to somehow keep our grades up. Those were the days that we were high schoolers. But we are no longer. June 6, 1959 marks the day that we were considered high schoolers, now graduates. I would like to take the time to share a short story with you. We all know that no one is perfect and that everyone makes mistakes, am I right? “In life, the things that go wrong are often the very things that lead to other things going right.” - Huffington As a child I learned this the hard way. Growing up I had no one there to help me, no one there support
In the book, Luma had a lot of trouble getting a field for the team to practice on. Every time Luma would get close something would go wrong that was out of her control. It frustrated me because I think she was doing a good thing but people were absorbed in their problems, so they didn't think to do the extra work or to go the extra mile.
I am Mr. LaBreck. I am not the Principal of Chocksett Middle School in the Wachusett Regional School District. I am just an ordinary man who lives on a farm with an ordinary house. And ordinary animals. But something out of the ordinary happened
I am Tahnieah Leach the daughter of Letisha Allen and the granddaughter of Angela Leach out of Chadbourn North Carolina. I attend West Columbus High School in Cerro Gordo were I was a former cheerleader, track runner, and also participated in the dance, theater, chorus, and talent search programs offered at my school. If I had to describe myself I would say I was a very outgoing, determined, and dedicated person. When I have a goal, passion, or interest in something I dedicate my time to learn more about it, perfect, and mater it. My high school career has been a mixture of ups downs twist and turns but through it all it has taught me many life lessons and has been four years to remember. High school has shown me who I really am as a person, it has
“ In the early month of May at the Menifee Middle School, it was a normal day until ‘YES’, ‘HIT HIM’ ‘HIT HIM.’ Students were pilling out into the schoolyard toward the echoes of cheering. With the excitement in the air, it was the chance for students to grasp the glimpse moment of exhilaration.
We pull up to the May Wood County High School, my mom quickly drives off as I get out of the car. I turn to the building, not even two seconds after looking at it, a lady in black comes up to me and grabs my arm. "You need to get in the school before the bell rings young man!" Her voice was eerie in a sense. She dragged me into the building, standing there were tons of other students talking to their friends and socializing. The lady walks back outside to "greet" the other late students. I stand in the middle of the sea of students, not knowing what to do. Everyone was eyeing me and I could definitely hear them talking about me, all of a sudden the bell rang and the flock of kids moved down the hall to their first period. I had to take a quick
I’ve been at Barrington Middle School for three years. It is the place where I transitioned from a child bright-eyed and ready for the world, to the older, if not wiser young adult, that I am today. I’ve been here through the good times and the bad as I went from year to year. I am leaving this institution of knowledge more prepared because of AVID. I am leaving ready for my life ahead.
It all started at Wachter Middle School in Mr. Puffe’s classroom. Paige, Emma, Carli, Tessa, and Macie were in Mr.Puffe’s classroom working on a project they had to finish. Emma and Tessa were doing all the science stuff while Paige, Carli, and Macie were just talking about what they should mix together to make a different creature. They thought of maybe doing like a zebra and a panda or an elephant and a giraffe or should we do a giraffe, elephant, zebra. They couldn’t figure out what to do so they ask Emma and Tessa what the should do.
“ Yea, I heard that there’s a nutty negro student became the president of an Americanism Club in Cleveland Central High School. I bet that poor thing didn’t even know what is Americanism.”
I feel as if happiness is a joke and no one ever let me in on the punchline. I see others enjoying it and having a grand old time, but I just don’t quite get it. There are times when I think I have figured it out, but it will slip from my grip and I’m left miserable, once again finding that I was wrong about it all along. It’s a vicious cycle of never-ending despair. That’s just my life for you.
A time where I held a single story is when I was younger I thought all muslims were shooters and bombers that carried suicide vests, AK-47s, and curved daggers. That was around fourth grade when the only thing that was on the news reported on was the war in Iraq and all the terrorism that was happening everywhere, that was also the time where Osama Bin Laden was killed. In that time even the school I went to was messed up because there were two muslim kids in the class and everyone was scared of them because at recess they would pray, and everyone would like make jokes that they were summoning curses upon Americans. Soon enough we thought that they were actually summoning curses on Americans after a
If you knew anything about Penelope Wood you wouldn’t expect her to be lying dead on the cold cement just meters away from the last incident, and yes this isn’t the first time someone has “committed suicide” at Middle Park High. I find it absurd that anyone would ever think she would purposely climb to the top of the science block and jump, like what makes those stupid cops think it was a suicide? Not to mention only the teachers had keys to the stairs after what Thomas did. Something like this would never have crossed her mind and I most definitely know this because she was my friend, not just because she was the only one who stuck by when everyone else harassed me after my Mother made me cut my hair like a boy but because we were almost the
It seemed like a normal day at Majikku High School, it was lunch time and I ate outside with the football team. “Raven, are you excited for the game next week?” asked Nicholas, I opened my lunchbox and nodded. I wanted to tell Nicholas ‘Every game is important to a caption’ but there wasn’t much of a point. The game really wasn’t that important to me, I was going to be a senior next year and I’m more focused on getting a job. Nicholas kept talking about the game, he is probably the most excited about it. There is a total of 15 players on the team. Me, Nicholas, Max, Charlie, Flame, Zane, Aaron, Laurance, Tony, Spencer, Craig, Tyler, Evan, David, and Jonathan are all important to the team. Everyone has there own parts and we act like a huge family, there are always a few fights every now and then but we all get along. After a bit of talking and eating, the bell rang and it was time for everyone to get to class. I stuffed my lunchbox into my backpack and ran to Honors Chemistry. I always saw my class schedule as a game, if I can get to each class before the
That’s right folks, you read the headline right! Lately in Reardan High School, the new student named Junior is the talk of the school. His real name is Arnold and he is a Indian who came from the Spokane Indian Reservation. We have asked his classmates about what are their opinions and thoughts about him. Most of them have said, their first impression of Junior was interesting, considering he was one of the first Indians willing to go to a school like Reardan. According to a classmate, Junior was in a fight where he punched a guy’s face. And ended up winning people’s respect, especially the guy he fought with. He is now dating the “prettiest girl” in the school and is fitting in with all of the kids. He recently tried out for basketball and
Another turbulent time that taught me through failure was when I tried to arrange a birthday party for my sister. Everything was supposed to be arranged by me, so I went out a bought the invitation cards, party favors, balloons, decorations, food, and a few gifts. I filled out the invitations early and put them in a box to store them until I was ready to send them. Time flew by fast between daily life with my kids and responsibilities, and before I knew it the day of the party was upon me. Quickly that morning I decorated and cooked and prepared everything. As the hour of the party came and went, no one showed up but the birthday girl, whom I had called personally. Later it occurred to me that I hadn’t sent out the invitations! That was why no one had come. I soon learned from that mistake to be more organized and manage my time better when planning events.
“ Everyone makes mistakes.” This was a phrase that continuously played in my head while tears rolled down my face. I was thirteen years old and had recently been practicing driving with my dad in our church parking lot. I believed I was the poster child for safe driving. I never drove too fast, hit any cones or made my dad scared for his life while riding with me. After another great driving lesson with my dad, I worked up the courage to ask my dad if I could park my mom’s car in the garage. This seems super trivial but I knew if I did it and my dad recorded my great parking job I would earn some cool points with some of the kids in my class. After ten suspenseful seconds, my dad finally answered my question and let me park the car. I was ecstatic and already filled with pride. I made sure to drive slow so my dad could get some great footage of me driving. My foot stepped on the brake but for some reason the garage wall kept getting closer and closer. I had made the biggest mistake. I had stepped on the gas instead of the brake. Just as the wall began to fall, so did the tears from my eyes. I jumped out of the car and tried to clear off some of the bricks from my mom’s car. As I tried cleaning it off, the rest of the wall came crashing down just as I knew my life was going to when I had to tell my mom what happened. My dad ran over to make sure I was okay and began to try and comfort me, assuring me that everything was an easy fix. Although I appreciated the mercy my dad