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Today, Cheez-Its were banned at school. I can’t believe that they would do this! I was in the cafeteria when it happened, and I believe it was a small thing that happened. You know boys are going to jack around, but don’t blame everybody for it. Today is November 14, 2019, and it was a peaceful day in Sundown.
The main theme of the book, Speak, centers around feelings of isolation. Before beginning her freshman year, the main character, Melinda, attends an end of the summer high school party. For reasons that are not made known until later in the story, Melinda ends up calling the police, which causes the party to get busted and makes everyone hate Melinda. In addition to being an outcast among her friends and peers, Melinda also struggles in her relationships with the adults in her life. Throughout the course, we have discussed how many topics of adolescence can be critiqued through books and movies.
During lunch, Lillian and Nevaeh sat together talking about the usual things and discussing how weird the popular kids were. Nevaeh asked Lillian if she would ever consider hanging out with them. Lillian made her voice deeper and pretended to act like them and both girls fell over laughing. By the end of 7th block, Nevaeh was ready to leave feeling pleased about her day.
The day before I started middle school, my older brother, Harrison, asked me what I was the most excited about. I replied, rather foolishly, that I was excited to get lost. I held a vision in my mind of Camels Hump Middle School as a huge and complicated building, Hogwarts-esque in scale, with twisting hallways and hundreds of unique rooms. I wanted to explore, get lost, and take a big step outside of my comfort zone. Harrison let me know that our middle school consisted of 4 hallways, nobody gets lost, and staying inside of comfort zones is like a professional sport in middle school.
At the beginning of lunch, Goldie walked into the crowded cafeteria. She scanned the crowd to look for her friend Samantha. Goldie fiddled with her caramel colored hair (which she rarely combed), until she finally remembered that her friend was gone for a tournament that day, and so with a long sigh she decided to sit in the corner of the room. She ate as fast as she could so that she can go out of the room after lunch. A crowd of bullies, with mostly dark green and gray eyes, looking harshly at Goldie slowly gathered around her, they were laughing and making fun of how she was eating, where she was sitting and her appearance.
The transition from middle school to high school is what shaped me the most and this adjustment has changed me in both good and bad ways. As a freshman, I enrolled in a private school, called Bridgemont High School. It was a very small school and did not have the same help as the public schools offered. I didn 't have an ELD class and classes providing extra help were limited. Eld means einglish language development, these classes are classes to help develop your english speaking skills even though i can speak english i had poor grammar.
Well, It was a record day for us. Lunch was ok. Lunch has been steady for us. We just need the extra push during lunch. Hopefully it is just people saving money to pay of their Christmas bills.
She diverted the attention to herself and created commotion across the entire cafeteria. Some were laughing at her boldness others were sending icy glares. Amongst the giggling mass was our table. "Oh, my freaking gosh Lydia. Sit."
When I was growing up, my mom had the habit of packing me leftovers from dinner the night before, usually vegetables simmered in a masala sauce with some rice. While delicious, the aroma had the tendency to drift across our small lunchroom and pierce the noses of anyone who dared sit next to me. It stank of something foreign and unfamiliar, something to be avoided. My lunches transformed me into a pariah; no one wanted to sit next to the girl with the smelly food and the funny-sounding name. Because I was the only brown girl in the whole class, ignoring my peers was about as much of an option as was standing up to them.
During my freshman year of high school I struggled in many areas of my life including personal, social, and academic. I was in an emotionally abusive relationship, struggling with my self-esteem, and fighting to keep my grades above c 's. Since then I have grown, learned from my experiences and it can all be seen through my transcripts and the friend group I now surround myself with. I came into high school with a boyfriend who I had dated on and off throughout middle school. He was the kind of boy who did not understand the concept of how to treat people, and being so young I did not fully understand the way he was treating me. My parents were not his biggest fans because I often came home upset because of the things he said to me, and the way he treated me.
Narrative: I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out.
In the duration of my middle school years, I maintained excellent grades, except I had just one issue that held me back from a satisfying life. That issue was the fact that friends came very hard to me in my middle school years. Before my struggles at my middle school, Trafton, I had a very productive social life in the Elementary school I attended, Roberts Elementary. Here, it was very easy to make friends and have a great social life, since no hard work was required as a kid. Middle school, however, was a great challenge for me.
I turned in my seat and ate my sandwich as Vanessa braided my hair in a fishtail. I’m pretty sure that during the entire lunch period, about thirty people teased me, saying, ‘Skeleton girl!’ , or ‘Where’s your flesh?’ I’m officially positive that I hate people. * * * I swung my red backpack over my shoulder as I walked down the never-ending hallway to Mr. Smith’s office.
Junior High years were pretty… interesting to say the least. Seventh grade was my first year in the high school. Yes, I was pretty nervous going into a school with kids who were much, much older than me. I knew I wasn’t the only one nervous. That kind of helped my brain chill out a bit.
Lunchtime surprisingly came faster than expected, but she had no idea where to sit in this gigantic cafeteria. She scanned the cafeteria trying to find an empty table, but was unsuccessful. She escaped from the noisy ambiance of the cafeteria to the hallways on the first floor. She didn’t have any place else to sit, so she decided to settle on the ground.