(I can’t remember) in fifth grade. Another accomplishment would be in band, when me and my fellow colleagues in the Wind Ensemble at James Workman Middle School performed at the SCSBOA (California School Band & Orchestration Association)
It all started on a fall afternoon. The wind gushed through my body sending icy chills up my back. I quickly tightened the hood of my army green jacket as I could feel my teeth chattering.
It was in fourth grade when I started playing golf frequently. I would always run off into my backyard, drop my ball in the giant divot I usually play from, and start hitting the ball towards my golf flag. It was just a hobby at the time. I wasn’t super serious about trying to go to tournaments, nor was I trying to become like Tiger Woods. I just wanted to play the game.
We were getting dressed and went to flames. We all went to go register. Then we ran to the foam pit. Then i did a back flip into the foam pit. Then my dad did a front flip in the the foam pit!
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.
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.
When a person or multiple people read go through my notebooks when I turn my back also cause me to be exceedingly distrusting, and I practically never let my supplies out of my sight just so other people can’t dig through them, although I became aware that this happened more in Elementary school than Junior High, but I am still anxious about others sifting through my sketchbook.
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
Middle school was an extremely rough time for me. I was bullied constantly. I was like the figurative punching bag of the school (I was never physically harmed). This eventually made me leave the public school system and go to a completely different Catholic High School. I picked the one High School in the area that nobody from my old school was going to.
During my freshman and sophomore years of high school, I was a dancer at a local studio and at Arts and Communications Magnet Academy (ACMA). Dancing was fun for me, I met a lot of great friends and was able to express myself through art. I genuinely loved going to ACMA. But, dancing and attending ACMA led me to meet someone who forced me into situations I never expected to be in. Although I wish I had not ever been forced into those circumstances, there is a silver lining to it.
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.
A couple yards from the playground, a swing set stood swinging in the soft breeze. The grass was a bright green and the sky was cloudless. The air smelled fresh and wonderful. I could still taste the hamburger I had before we had left. I was four years old and my grandma was taking me to the park
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.
Until middle school, it was typical that I argued with my mother instead of my father as she was the one always home with me and pushing my buttons. However, when I entered middle school something changed. My mother began working part time and it was my father who seemed to push my buttons. Since my mother was adjusting to being busy at work and at home, my father took on more of the parental disciplinary role. This meant that I had to ask him when I wanted to do something.
Me, being the 11 year old I am, decide to load my plate up. I knew I wouldn’t be able to eat all of what I had grabbed, but I still grabbed it all because I wanted to make sure I had enough energy for gymnastics. After I ate half of what was on my plate, I go outside and practice cartwheels. My mother was in gymnastics in
