When I started Unity High School I thought that it was going to be boring school because my first choice was Skyline but my mom made me come to this school so I had to obey what my mom wants because she takes care of me and helps me with whatever I need help with so going to the school that she wanted me to go to was the least I could have done. I thought that high school was going to be difficult because the work that my brother would bring home when he was in high school looked really hard and I did not understand most of the work he needed to complete. But I realized that I need to be taught the material before I go on and do the work and I learned that as soon as I started high school because I started getting the same work that my brother
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.
Freshman year came along and I wanted to attend Sullivan High School. I wanted to come back to my hometown, I was just missing the people I started it all out with in the beginning. My dad and I had all of the paperwork finished already to go for me to attend Sullivan High School in August, but my mom refused and wouldn’t budge to let me go. She didn’t want me going to Sullivan, she wanted me to stay with all of my new friends I had made at Owensville. She thought my best bet would be to stay and proceed to go to OHS.
I entered Bishop Connolly High School in fear. I thought I would be drowned by homework, and I thought that I would find difficulty in finding friends. Those notions were not true. But aside from my fears for high school, I had an aspiration to become to closer to God. My family is religious, and I intend to carry the tradition to going to Church every Sunday and every Holy Day of Obligation, but there is more beyond going to Church.
When it comes to sports my family has many ties to Middletown High School South. In the Going as far back as the 1980’s when my Dad attended the same high school. He was a standout wrestler for the team and was given multiple scholarships to wrestle in college. My family name is everywhere within the trophy rooms and walls of Middletown South. I am the youngest of three children with two older sisters coming through high school before me.
As a young aspiring musician in middle school, I wanted to start a band desperately. Instead, I was known as Emerson Middle School 's’ music freak. I posted flyers in businesses around my hometown and online ads. I wanted to be like Amy Lee from Evanescence terribly, but my taste in music was different than most people. When my fellow classmates heard about my compositions and ideas, they thought it was a joke.
Imagine that you have been trying something hard for so long and then finally just quit. I have always had ok grades here at Lowell Middle School. this year I started to go in the lower range of grades like D’s to C’s. But other years at lowell schools were not even close to years like this.
Laconia Middle School was the local school for those that lived in Laconia. Knowing most of my classmates and having many friends I felt as though I was at a very good place in life. Attending school everyday was fun for me. I got to be in classes with my best friends, had some of my favorite teachers, worked out a wonderful schedule and played the sports I loved, but if anything middle school was especially important to me was when I began to pick up a fascination for history and also began to realize how the Bosnian War had affected me as a person. Seventh grade was the year I was asked to write an essay about my biggest fear.
I soon realized that highschool is not some teenage dream. My freshmen year 4 people at my school were either killed or died. One of those people was someone
Lincoln Middle School is an interesting and fun place to be. It’s set up like a figure eight so it is easy to get around. All the teachers are friendly and have quirks that I always enjoy. Some teachers are better than others but all of them are good. I love Lincoln, it is easily my favorite school because you get lots of exercise going through the hallways during passing time.
The Mora High School cafeteria is a very familiar place to me, with it’s columns in the middle of the room, the off-white paint, and white and blue tiled floor. The cafeteria is usually a place full of a lot of kids and incredible amounts of noise. It’s nearly empty except for the four tables placed in the formation of a square near the little nook where the lunch ladies serve us food, or at least what tries to pass as food. The seats around each table are occupied by the cast of Annie celebrating the completion of their second show. The cast of Annie doesn’t even come close to filling the cafeteria, but the noise level could nearly be the same as when it’s fully filled during lunch.
I’m not an orator, nor am I a scholar. Though I do enjoy a good debate and engaging in intellectual conversations ; I feel like I am never “good-enough”. I always seem to find myself comparing myself to others. Whether it’s my grades or appearance. I never feel worthy.
This 8th grade year and my entire middle school experience was a fun time and a blast. I hope I get to experience In high school. The one question for high school is will it be a drastic change. In this bit of writing from my humanities I asked a big question.
I am currently a freshman attending high school. Prior to becoming a high school student, I was eagerly anticipating my transition into the high school from middle school. I was convinced that everything would change for the better as soon as I walked through those unfamiliar halls. I had high hopes that my teachers and classes would suit me better than those that I encountered in middle school, which were rather lackluster.
Middle school story So it all started on the day I became a middle schooler It had been while since I had made contact with any of my friends for the past three years and it was weird to see them again for the first time and it was weirder seeing them at my bus stop and it was awkward at first then I got on the bus. And soon the day was to begin and I made some friends on the bus and I still am friends with to this day.
It was a blistery day when I was born on January 28, 1997. I was due a month later, but that was not to be, as my mother Jill had to undergo a c section to have me. I was a whopping 5 pounds, and had to be transported immediately via helicopter from the St. Peter hospital to the Children’s Hospital in the Twin Cities. I had some lung function problems, but I eventually made it out of the hospital and back home. The doctors told my parents that I may have some learning difficulties, because I was a premature child.