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In August 2013 I had a shot to be great. I was a sophomore on the Junior Varsity football team at my high school. This scrimmage was different than my past scrimmages, I was starting for the first time since 8th grade. I spent countless hours in the weight room preparing my body this season. As soon as the scrimmage started, I knew my work was going to pay off.
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
Week three the pain was killing me, I couldn’t feel my muscles they were exhausted, but the results on my muscles were having a huge impact on my body. In week three I decide to rest my muscles and run for a week. My cardio was insane, I could feel my lower body muscles have an impact on my body. Every day I was running, my body was feeling more energetic. Final week my body was transforming into another size and my muscles were getting bigger.
Throughout the next eight months I improved in all types of areas. I got faster, stronger, and smarter. Football was right around the corner and I was ready to earn a varsity
Our Good Lunch I hated school, so much that I would stay home often. But that strong hatred ended when I came to middle school. Most people hated middle school, but not me, I loved middle school. The new environment helped me meet my best friend, Delia. Delia, unlike me, is someone who isn’t afraid to make new friends.
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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.
first time in middle school Has this ever happen to you.in the first day of middle school? Well for my yes. It start off like any normal first day of school.
I am in the middle of my freshmen year as I write this Narrative. Now, that you are reading this I am a sophomore and you are a freshmen. I will be telling you what you can do to make your year or years better here at NorthView High School. I remember thinking it was going to be scary I thought I wasn’t going to have that many friends. But, the truth is Middle school and High school is not that different then you think.
After a year of consecutively doing the same routine from day after day and
My first impression of Will was that he was extremely small for the average sixth grade student. He was about 4’10” or so and maybe 75 pounds. He was perfectly dressed in Under Armour sports attire and matching Nike athletic shoes and socks; an outfit I have since learned defines his “away from school” character. Will came to school with every possible supply on the list the sixth grade team had mailed to him weeks before properly labeled with his name and homeroom teacher. This young man was ready to begin life as a middle school student.
As we road down the street to the high school to find Roberto all the familiar places that I saw weren 't going to be their for much longer because I knew that we were going back to Mexico. When we arrived at the high school the immigration officer got off the car, locked the door with me inside and went into the high school to get Roberto. My heart began to crawl into my chest because the next time we would get off the car it would be in Mexico, after a couple heart aching moments, Roberto and the immigration officer came out. As they approached the car, Roberto grabbed the immigration officer 's kevlar vest and slammed him into the van head first which left in laying on the ground. Roberto ran up to the car opened the door and said lets
Have you ever worked so hard at something, gave it all you had, and then see everything you’ve done pay off in the end? It was the summer of 7th grade, I was only a few days away from beginning my eighth grade quest. This year, we were getting a different math teacher, Ms. Helkowski. I had always thought of myself as proficient in math, achieving high scores.
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.