For most of my life lived in Wisconsin. I graduated from Mahone middle school and had mostly A's and B's from my class. Most of my classes were not honors and it never appeared to me that I would go far in life. So when I enter Glen and Fike High school, everything changed dramatically in my academic.
In the middle of the winter of the 5th grade school year at the Kaneland Mcdole Elementary School, I made a decision to protect my best friend so he wouldn't get in trouble from my teacher. It was very cold while I waited at the bus stop every morning trying to amuse myself by sliding down the icy driveways. Ethan S., Sergio, and Grant were my best friends in 5th grade. Sergio was Mexican and a little shorter than me. He also sat next to me in desks of 5 or 4.
February sixth was the day of my last middle school game. We were playing our rivals , Ledford middle school. The first time we played them we only lost by two points. The first five starters for Ledford and our first five including myself were all standing at half court for tip off. The ref. threw the ball up and Gillian tipped it back to me.
There it was, standing in the distance, a tall gloomy gray-colored building. With a few splashes of blue paint added to the dull cement to add color to what would otherwise be a lifeless building. This building was non-other than the one and only Stoller Middle School. I never referred to it as a middle school but more as a prison, it was full of rules that were put in place just to suck away any possible fun from a child’s mind. Maybe I didn’t like the place because I was suspended five times from it.
Freshman year came along and I wanted to attend Sullivan High School. I wanted to come back to my hometown, I was just missing the people I started it all out with in the beginning. My dad and I had all of the paperwork finished already to go for me to attend Sullivan High School in August, but my mom refused and wouldn’t budge to let me go. She didn’t want me going to Sullivan, she wanted me to stay with all of my new friends I had made at Owensville. She thought my best bet would be to stay and proceed to go to OHS.
When it comes to sports my family has many ties to Middletown High School South. In the Going as far back as the 1980’s when my Dad attended the same high school. He was a standout wrestler for the team and was given multiple scholarships to wrestle in college. My family name is everywhere within the trophy rooms and walls of Middletown South. I am the youngest of three children with two older sisters coming through high school before me.
Lots of people say that middle school is hard, has lots of responsibilities and you have to be on time for everything. Then I thought there weren 't serious till I actually went to middle school myself. Soon after elementary I went to a middle school that I went to was called Lincoln middle school, it wasn’t a big school, but it was a decent school. When I first went into that building I was excited to make new friends and meet my teacher, but then this lady that was the 6th grade dean(consular) gave me this piece of paper that had many classes on it and I ask her “why there are so many classes?”
“GOAL!” My final kick as a U-14 soccer player ended the game with a score of 3-2. With that game, the team ended its season in second place, a great accomplishment for this motley bunch. As the season came to a close, and we were awarded our trophies, I was already looking ahead to high school. For years I knew that I would attend Bishop Hendricken High School, a school well-known for its soccer team.
By the end of fifth grade, I thought that I had figured out how other kids thought and acted. Believing that every person would accept you no matter what or that the worst of your problems was that the kid who sits behind you doesn’t feel like playing kickball at recess. Or how we didn’t have to care about how we looked because we wore uniforms everyday. And if we wanted to "express ourselves" then we could just say it out loud. I thought middle school was going to be a breeze
Every once in awhile I look back on the first day I met Ryan. It was the day I entered Middle School. At the end of that first school day, I emptied my locker and realized I was carrying an armload of textbooks. This was the usual procedure for the start of any school year. Anyway, I started the walk home and noticed Ryan carrying even more books than I was.
Change is inevitable. It’s a potency no man can stand against, you can only adapt to the change, or else you’ll drown in a tidal wave of the unknown. People get complacent in situations, then the rug is pulled from underneath your feet, and you are now lying on the cold, hard ground. The most exuberant change that happened to me was during middle school, and I was completely blindsided, totally unprepared for what lay ahead of me. Seventh grade was phenomenal.
Mondays were always dreadful, especially when you go to Liberty Middle School in Columbus Ohio. Every single day my sister would complain about going to school as she would look down at the dead brown leaves. But for me I liked going to school, I liked all of my teachers especially Mr.Nicolosi. He was so nice and he had a side of humor too. Anyways, I always loved going to school but that all changed when that horrible accident happened.
As a middle school student I was always horrible in math. It truly was my worst subject. Lucky enough for me I was able to pass with the lowest scores possible. As I graduated and entered high school, I realized that it was no longer that easy to pass without knowing the material. So because of this I knew I had to study and take time out to really grasp the methods and learn how to use them.
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I was silent and never felt the need to smile my first few years of elementary school. Why? I could not understand or comprehend what I read. When I was given a selection to read independently, I couldn’t remember the first section of the passage by the time I was finished reading it.
