1226 Piedmont School Rd resided directly across the street from an enormous, private K-12 academia of the same name; the house serving as the poster child of the neighborhood’s median income to all who commuted to and from the institution. In front, the driveway curved in a half-circle, at just the perfect angle to make mom’s new E-class look pristine facing the road. Supplementing the view on either side, two Japanese Maples my father planted for my brother and I as a birthday present: one named after him, and the other after me. In the spring the leaves sprouted out from the branches with five tips, like hands reaching for the sun; in the fall they turned bright red, like a bouquet of roses before perishing. Against the backdrop of the brick
All the students were in the cafeteria and eating their lunch. A table of boys pulled out Cheez-Its and started to crush them in their hands. All the people around them were asking them to stop, but they didn’t, so I got up and walked over to their table to ask them directly to stop. They looked at me and laughed. The nerves they have!!
When I was attending Kaneland John Shields Elementary School in Sugar Grove, everday was just the same. First we started out with Silent reading our books, and then moved onto reading with our guided reading books. Next, we would move onto writing, where some days we free wrote and others we had an assignment. After Writing we had specials, which consisted of, art, P.E, computer,and music. Then we had lunch, math,and lastly social studies and science.
For most of my life lived in Wisconsin. I graduated from Mahone middle school and had mostly A's and B's from my class. Most of my classes were not honors and it never appeared to me that I would go far in life. So when I enter Glen and Fike High school, everything changed dramatically in my academic.
NEW PROVIDENCE, NEW JERSEY- This past Friday, on June 5th, the rain did not prevent Salt Brook Elementary School from inviting New Providence High School students from across town for a day of community service. It was the high school’s third community service trip of the year as students previously visited the Community Food Bank of New Jersey in Hillside and Allen W. Roberts Elementary School. The 23 high school students on Friday’s trip took part in various field day activities such as the Bean Bag Toss, the Long Jump, and the Spoon and Golf Ball Relay.
As a junior I moved from Ryan HIgh School to Braswell High School due to my zoning with the new school. Braswell High School was a brand new high school. I attended the first year it was open in which the highest grade level they offered was juniors. Most of the students moved from their old high schools to Braswell were devastated due to the strong school spirit at their previous schools. The administration at Braswell attempted to inspire new school spirit in all the students especially the junior class.
As the days progress, there are always new adventures waiting each day. I constantly learn new skills, meet wonderful educators, volunteers, and most importantly, assist children who have the potential and enthusiasm to achieve different goals. My day started on a rainy, Monday morning, no different than any other Monday, so I thought. I traveled to Johns Island on this day; Angel Oak Elementary School happened to be my morning destination. When I arrived, I did not expect any additional duties, other than observing tutors and students throughout sessions.
In the middle of the winter of the 5th grade school year at the Kaneland Mcdole Elementary School, I made a decision to protect my best friend so he wouldn't get in trouble from my teacher. It was very cold while I waited at the bus stop every morning trying to amuse myself by sliding down the icy driveways. Ethan S., Sergio, and Grant were my best friends in 5th grade. Sergio was Mexican and a little shorter than me. He also sat next to me in desks of 5 or 4.
“I see you’ve chosen the Aldridge cabin” said the old man. “The Aldridge cabin?” answered Heather. “Yes, it is said that 15 years ago, the Aldridge family stayed in this cabin for a week. Many say the next day they were murdered except for the little boy but nobody seems to know who killed them”.
There it was, standing in the distance, a tall gloomy gray-colored building. With a few splashes of blue paint added to the dull cement to add color to what would otherwise be a lifeless building. This building was non-other than the one and only Stoller Middle School. I never referred to it as a middle school but more as a prison, it was full of rules that were put in place just to suck away any possible fun from a child’s mind. Maybe I didn’t like the place because I was suspended five times from it.
I was lost. Friends were not at my disposal. Time was in abundance. Thoughts was all i had. Freshman through Christmas break of my sophomore year I attended Berks Catholic High School, but before that I graduated from a feeder school named Scared Heart School.
Once they arrived and said their casually platonic gratitudes and goodbyes, Charlie approached the large, and in her personal opinion, quite boring apartment complex that was her home. The hunk of a building bordered the Kenduskeag river, where Charlie and Betty prefered to swim on summer days, second to the Quarry. Of course, they had promised their mother that they wouldn’t jump off the cliff, and instead climb down, yet the giggly ten year olds did not know anything better except to lie. Charlie knew very well her mother would prohibit even stepping
It was a cloudy fall day, this particular morning in first grade. The air was cold and wind slowly crept up my back mysteriously. The walk to John Stewart Elementary School was horrible. Yesterday, I had gotten into a fight with my friend, Ava about what she thought I said. To make matters worse, it turned out to be Thursday which meant that I had to walk with Ava to school.
but I thought it was nice to finally be able to stretch my legs. As we came back around to where our kayaks had been we realized that my mom’s kayak had floated away and was out in the middle of the lake! My mom thought about swimming out to it but it was too far out. I got in to kayak and went to get it, I pulled up to it and tied the handles on the back of both kayaks together so I could pull it. As I got close to the island my mom waded out to me, untied it and pulled it on to the shore.
Looking back at my middle school years all I can see is a series of awkward moments. If I could go back with the knowledge I know now I do not think I would do that much different. I probably would not try to fit in so much. I always tried to fit in to cliques, which is a group of close friends who do not let in outsides, and I was trying to be like them instead of myself so I could fit in (Berger, 2014: 365). Trying to fit in I think I lost who I was and tried to become everything I was not.
