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. He was really grateful to hear about that and decided let my dad know about it. Now I’m not quite sure what it was
There was a time in my life where it was a bad time, but, it was also a good time. I was trying to play games at my old school, Roosevelt Junior High School. I got caught, and what came with it, is troubling . When I got Home my Mom and Dad greeted me with a bunch of things, saying I shouldn’t be doing that, and this and that, but, what also came with it is, my grades dropped, it was horrible, I just couldn’t keep up with all my homework.
Middle school was nothing less than a controlled mess: cluttered, chaotic, and strewn, but understandable to those who lived in it. I started a new segment of my life during a difficult chapter. During the summer between the fifth and sixth grade, I had a falling out with most of my friends. It was over something stupid, some meaningless childhood argument that I can hardly remember the meaning of now, but at the time, stood for an injustice I couldn’t roll over for.
When I was in elementary school I wasn’t the brightest kid. In fact, I always got B’s, C’s, and sometimes a D at school. Despite getting that score, my parents rarely got mad at me. As a kid, I would always wondered why my parents never care about it, and a lot of time I would think to myself that none of my parents is actually care about me. Going home from school, I got jealous of my friends that got picked up by their parents.
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.
When I graduate from high school and I am just about to start my real life I want to look back at my life and be happy, I mean doesn 't everybody want to look back on their lives and have no regrets? I know that there are a couple of things I am happy that I 've done and a couple I wish that I wish I could change a bit. So now I am going to reflect back so I know what I can change before I start high school.
"Did you start yet? " I mumbled through a numbed mouth filled with medical tools. The doctor chuckled and replied, "I am actually almost done. " My mouth felt swollen and bubbly and I could not see his work at all.
All I was doing, was eating my lunch. "You suck," "You cant do anything!" Tears rolled down my eyes... It was February 1st, 2016, and I just finished math class. I was really stressed out in math because I was just out sick for two days and I wasn't understanding anything.
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.
I felt sick. My breath was coming in short, uneven puffs and my stomach felt like it was being twisted and squeezed and shoved into my lungs. I could feel the butterflies bumping into one another and then crash landing against the edges of my belly. My hands were shaking harder than they were this morning and I could not find my voice. I wanted to fall into some kind of pit where I could go home and eat ice cream and pretend that I did not exist.
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.
Middle school is a time where kids start to develop their own identity, build new friendships, and transition into being a young adults. Personally, middle school was a rough time; I lacked confidence in I was, and the fear that I wasn't good enough controlled my life. In seventh grade one of the girls I was friends with made the comment that I was too fat to be her friend, and I didn't deserve to be included in our friend group. As a result of being too afraid of finding new friends, who would accepted me for who I was as a person rather than what I looked like, I tried to gain the approval of the ones I already had.
Thinking back to third grade, I can recall constantly getting in trouble in class. I was not a bad child and my classmates even considered me to be a teacher’s pet, but I could never get on this particular teacher’s good side. Every day, I would go home and my mother would ask me “How was your day?” I would tell her about what I learned, what we did as a class, and what I got in trouble for that day. On one instance, my best friend turned around in her desk to tell me a joke and I laughed.
I was sitting in the Doctor Who covered room, looking at the confusing, empty schedule, I had 30 minutes to fill in my life for the next year. Junior High. I am going into seventh grade. I thought of a younger me, walking through the halls of Webster, thinking, "I 'm a second grader now". But, she has a long way to go.
I came into the Zesto’s store, hair all over the place, bags around my shoulders, excited to tell my mom about my trip. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. So much excitement, thrill, and determination out of almost everyone on the trip. This is one trip that I will never forget because of the laughs with friends and the surprise storm on our last night. Going into my 8th grade year, my youth group started the first annual canoeing trip for middle schoolers.
A year ago I was a sophomore. Today I am a senior. My application would be incomplete if I did not explain why and how. I had a rough start to my high school career and below I explain why my attendance is how it is and why my GPA is somewhat low.