As a young aspiring musician in middle school, I wanted to start a band desperately. Instead, I was known as Emerson Middle School 's’ music freak. I posted flyers in businesses around my hometown and online ads. I wanted to be like Amy Lee from Evanescence terribly, but my taste in music was different than most people. When my fellow classmates heard about my compositions and ideas, they thought it was a joke.
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.
Every student starting middle school has a conflict in making new friends the first days of school. Me myself also had problems making new friends because I was very shy. Fortunately I had one of my friends from elementary school. Although I'd love to tell you the way I made friends I changed over the year to survive middle school.
After leaving Jewish day school in the sixth grade and moving to a public school, I struggled to maintain my connection to my faith. It was difficult for me to return to synagogue on Saturdays, as there was a social pressure to make connections with new friends, and manage the new workload. Slowly but surely, I saw the parts of made me Jewish fade into the background. In the seventh grade, I had an enlightening conversation with my grandmother, who suggested I take part in the Ivry Prozdor program at the Jewish Theological Seminary, where my grandfather had received his rabbinical degree. On Sunday mornings, I engaged in fascinating classes on Jewish law, heritage, history as well as conversation Hebrew language.
Growing up was complicated. My hairstyle resembled a coconut. My teeth were abnormally crooked. Honestly, I was a living disaster. At the same time, I was raised by immigrant parents.
Imagine going to the same school for 10 years, only to move away in the middle of 7th grade. Transferring schools, that was my life. I’d gone to Ocosta for 9 ½ years, from two years of preschool to the first semester of 7th grade, so the prospect of changing schools absolutely terrified me. However, when 8th grade started, I enrolled in the Aberdeen district and found my own way. Overall, my decision to switch schools was a much needed and very freeing change.
Warren awoke to the buzzing sound of his alarm--6:30 in the morning. He threw his tan comforter blanket to the wall and slid out of bed. He walked heavier than an elephant across his wooden floor to the kitchen. His mother was making his everyday breakfast--two buttermilk waffles and a small glass of milk. He ravaged it to the last crumb.
What were you doing when you were 3? When I was 3 I wasn’t in school,but normally a child that young would be. Instead, I was watching cartoons, making a mess, and eating snacks. What I should’ve been doing was going to school, but me as a kid, I wasn’t a fast learner, I did know my ABC’s but, I didn’t learn them fast.
Middle school is a time where kids start to develop their own identity, build new friendships, and transition into being a young adults. Personally, middle school was a rough time; I lacked confidence in I was, and the fear that I wasn't good enough controlled my life. In seventh grade one of the girls I was friends with made the comment that I was too fat to be her friend, and I didn't deserve to be included in our friend group. As a result of being too afraid of finding new friends, who would accepted me for who I was as a person rather than what I looked like, I tried to gain the approval of the ones I already had.
The choice to return to school in and of it's self is one that requires a great deal of thinking, research, preparation, and decisions. During the mix of applying to schools and financial aid, we sometimes lose track of the degree of deication and commitment that is required once returing to school, myself included. This is my thrid time returning to school, primarly for this reason. Althought I have failed to complete higher education, up until this point, I have drawn out a success plan this time, before even beginning to look for a potential school, to ensure not just my success but that of my family as well.
I had been homeschooled my entire school career, but after a lot of failing tests and crying, my mom decided it would be best if I tried public school. I was not into the idea at all. I thought that those public school kids would destroy me, they knew so much more than I did, (Not true) and had so much more social experience (Also not true). I had been going to church activities for my entire life, and my parents made it a point to sign me up for weekend painting camps, and classes at the rec center. Yet it was nothing compared to the 6+ hours these kids have been at school every day.
My elementary school, while wonderful, fell very short in one area: recess. Despite the numerous snow hills that accumulated in the cold Minnesota winters, games like King-of-the-Hill were forbidden, sleds were apparently made to be pulled, not ridden down hills, and you’d be forced to sit on the bench as punishment if you so much as dared to throw a snowball. I know, looking back, that the teachers supervising weren’t trying to limit our fun, they were just trying to keep us – and those around us- safe. However, as a free-spirited child who loved to explore, recess left a lot to be desired. Many days, my friends and I even opted to stay inside and knit so we wouldn’t have to go outside and stand around, bored.
Suddenly, the DMV examiner stepped in the car and I was on my way. In the beginning, I constantly checked my speed and made sure I stopped when instructed. As I began to take a few turns, all I could hear was the pen scratching against the examiner 's clipboard and I couldn’t help but feel ancy. Soon after driving around the area, he told me to pull back into the area where we first started. I had a huge sigh of relief thinking that the test was over, but it only took me seconds to realize I was very wrong.
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 sat down and immediately felt my thighs stick to the leather seats on the steamy July day this drive took place. All of these regrets ran through my head, why didn’t I ask my parents to drive before, why didn’t I bring sunglasses, I think I’m in the wrong place, my instructor isn’t here yet. Soon enough, I spot a bald, middle-aged man walking towards the car with a confident stride. You really do have to be confident to be a driver’s ed instructor. I instantly felt at ease when he began to have a casual conversation with me about life
