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Transitions to middle to high school
Transitions to middle to high school
Transitions to middle to high school
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The balloons are out, the flowers are in bloom, I smell summer. I smell a summer like no other. Not because the groundhog came out early this year, or because I was one year older, but because I was a graduate, from Gilkey International middle school (finally). Sophie comes up to me yelling, super excited for the night ahead, graduation. As we rehearse our ceremony, in our high inched heels and dainty fake eyelashes Charlie runs up behind us screaming in our ear jumping us out of our own skin.
It’s about six hours since you left for Arizona . The way things have been, I know you wouldn’t have expected me to come to see you off. I was so focused on getting by on my own in the city, I didn’t realize how much I missed being with friends. And it was only today I realized how much I’ve missed you. You were my best friend for as long as I can remember, and it’s been almost two weeks since I last talked to you.
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.
If I were the person that I used to be back in high school, or even directly after high school, I would fail these classes with straight “F”s. The reason is not because I was not smart enough, but because I was not willing to put in the effort, concentration, and dedication needed to get a good grade. This is hard work! Good thing I decided to grow up a bit in the past 14 years so I take it seriously.
Before I was completely cleared to go to Northern, I had to appear before the school board and tell them why I wanted to got to Northern. When I arrived to the meeting, it seemed that the hallway stretched out as I walked towards the door. Soon enough, I made it to the door and made my appearance. This is just one of the few obstacles I faced to get to high school.
Guess what the hardest thing I have ever done? It was to think about how I felt the last 11 years of my life and describe that on around three pieces of paper for your middle school application. Just imagine three weeks of visiting 5 schools, in the middle of the school year. It is the dreadful first day of the week, and the sun is waking up in Virginia Beach at the Helman’s house.
“Nothing will work unless you do.” -Maya Angelou Entering my Junior year of high school I was forewarned about the most important and hardest year of my high school career, the year was looking more negative than positive from the advice given. Despite those comments I decided to enter with a positive mindset starting with my soccer season. I had been playing since I was 6, captain of my middle school team, injured my freshmen year, and was having one of the best seasons my Junior year for both my school team and out of school league.
Freshman year, what an awkward time in my life coming out of middle school with my poor grades I promised myself and my parents I was going to succeed while in high school. Did I though? My grades for sure improved but I still was not putting in as much effort as I should have been. I struggled to be able to communicate with all these new faces and in a completely new school but even outside of school struggled to talk to new people.
Let’s move on. Moving to high school, this is where it becomes permanent. Between the ages of 13-17 I had figured out for certain who I was and what I wanted to become. So I did it. The first two years were a bit rocky, I’ll be honest.
For a long while, during my time in middle school and the start of high school, the thought of doing really well in school never dawned on me. I’m the kind of person that always think about life in the near future, never extending far enough to think about what I really want to do and where I want to go. My grades had always been average, never dropping low enough to hurt my future but also never rising high enough to push me far, until I reached tenth grade. My laziness got to me and I just didn’t care anymore. My GPA dropped so low, seeing it can make anyone gasp.
When I was younger, I thought that I would live in the same place forever. I thought that I would have the same friends forever, and that nothing would ever happen in my life to change that. It turns out that not only was I completely wrong, but I was also wrong in the sense that what one has previously experienced, will be better than one’s experiences in the future. Entering high school, I thought my life was all set. I was set to attend the prestigious contemporary global issues program at Freehold Township High School, which also happened to be the school that all of my friends were attending.
Hello Mrs. Kim. I hope you had an amazing summer. I can not believe how summer has gone this fast. And I never really expected high school to come this early. It is as if middle school was still on its way trying to find ways to squeeze in my life, or at least that’s what I feel.
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.
I'm African and I'm the first in my family to graduate high school and attend college. Growing up I never expected myself to accomplish much as a student. my focus was always on starting a career , I didn't know education was the path that I was suppose to take to advance my career. I wish I could say that attending high was easy but it wasn't. it took my couple years to complete high
