When I was in “middle school” I went to Joseph M Gallagher Middle School. It was different because it was a whole building for just 6 graders to 8th graders. I wanted to be with my friends and my mom made me transfer so I was upset with her for about a year. The separation from my friends was hard because most of the people who went their spoke other languages. Every time I felt that they were talking about me because I couldn't understand what was being said. They were nothing like my other school it was so much bigger. I knew a bunch of people at my old school ,but not at my new school. The lunch room was split in half with the gym and my new school I had 2 lunch rooms and 2 gym. I was by myself most of the time and I was always bored. …show more content…
I had about 7 solid friends and we all had the same classes. I started to get comfortable and familiar with the language and felt like I fit right in after a while . There were some really nice teachers that were more than willing to help me. I hated one of them; she always was so grumpy because she couldn't deal with her class so she took it out on everyone. My physical appearance was not that much different but I grew a few inches taller. I wasn't able to play sports till I was in fifth grade. I was so excited because I wanted to be a part of something that helped around the school. The sport I played was volleyball and it has to be my favorite sports since I got the hang of it. I hated it at first. I couldn't hit any of the balls back over the net and couldnt send them back either. I was trying to quit ,but my friends or my mom wouldn't let me. They said it better to learn in and not give up on it. Once I got the hang of it I did a lot better and was more comfortable with it that before. I even helped the new people when they needed help. Everything was good with the sports, but my classes I was struggling in. I had the hardest time learning how to write in cursive. Everybody thought it was easy ,but I was the only one who didn't have a clue what I was doing. The one of the thing I hated was my name. It had so many loops in it and I never was allowed to pick up the pencil. It looked like