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Later that day I walked around my neighborhood reminiscing on my childhood. I thought about the good and the bad. Like, the time my mom have me a puppy for my sixth birthday, he died ten years later when I was sixteen. Eventually, my mind wandered to regrets as it always does. Tommy.
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.
There isn’t much I remember from elementary school, I never thought anything I did before jr high really mattered. However there is one thing I won’t be able to forget about. Not because it was particularly significant to me, but because it was significant to my father who always brings it up. I’m sure if he hadn’t reminded me of it so frequently I would’ve forgot about it a long time ago. You see, in fifth grade I had a really scrawny nerdy friend who’d get picked on quite often for being like so, and one day he told his dad who also worked with my father and told him that I would stand up for him when he was getting bullied.
A huge number of kids that are going on to junior Think the won’t be able to survive, most of them are scared to come because they fear that they won’t have enough time between classes, Not opening your locker, and lastly they fear that they will be squashed or pushed by the 8th graders! These are the steps on how to survive middle school. When I came to middle school I was pretty scared to but I survived! The first thing I had trouble with was that I couldn’t get my locker open, every time I tried I couldn’t open it
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.
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.
“Congratulations Mija, you did it!” My mom shouted as we were walking down the stairs of Dundee Elementary where I had graduated 6th grade. As we stepped down to the last step, I looked around and took a big gasp of air. “Ahhh! I did it.”
When i got to highschool i was 15, very nervous because it was highschool and it was a brand new school too. I 've never expected high school to go by so fast in the 4 years i 've been here. Many great and awful things happened to me in those 4 years. I matured in high school and realized what i truly wanted to do, like and disliked.
I would never have thought walking into the cafeteria this morning, how much a signal mans words could impact and change me for the better. Dr. Fowlin’s words were like music to my ears; I could not stop listening to what he had to stay. He made solutions to my thoughts and worries. To be honest, before the assembly, I felt bad for those who do not fit in, but I never took action to make them feel welcomed. Once listening to Mikey, I realized I could do many simple things to make someone's day.
I believed that high school would be a great difference from middle school. I remember that most of my classmates were scared of the adventure we had before us. I, on the other hand, was excited. Ever since the sixth grade, I have longed to walk those halls. I was tired of the strict rules and limited amount of freedom.
Middle school was the first year that I came to Haven from Buhler. It was difficult to adjust to a new school and finding new friends. I new one person from Haven when I moved. Sarah Eikleberry was a girl I met at the church camp I attended the summer previous to seventh grade year. When I came to Haven, Sarah stuck by me and introduced me to many of her friends hoping that I would fit in with everyone.
All i wanted was to throw my alarm clock across the room and sleep for the rest of the day. I could smell my mom making breakfast, it was pancakes my favorite. I finally got up after smelling that. While I was getting ready, was kinda excited to be in the sixth grade. I was finally in middle school.
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.
It was 3:05 and there was only 55 minutes left until summer. I was waiting all day for school to get out. I was thinking of all the stuff i was going to do for summer. I was looking forward to swimming playing x box, football, and going to sandy pines. When I finally got home after a long day at school.
It was late October my 4th grade year, at Carmen Elementary and I was in Mr. Clifford’s class and we were leaving the very last hallway all the way down to the left. We were going to lunch and from the other building walking towards the north building where we were, was a man in a green polo shirt and a black and silver swiss army watch. He had his wedding ring tattooed on his ring finger on his left hand and he was about 5’10.