The pubescent years of middle school were some of the most evolutionary times of my life. It was a time in which school was ever changing for me. At times the horizon was smooth. Other times, on the other hand, were like a stormy night.
\ When middle school began in the sixth grade, I was still a naive young girl, unbeknownst to what life held for me. However, this was the year I began to discover who I was to be in this complex world. Before middle school began. I was an introverted person who let others determine what happened in my life. Sixth grade was the year that I broke free of any cowardice weighing me down. I slowly, throughout the year, became an outgoing and charismatic person who stood up for whatever I believed in. I would never have been able to do this without the people around me that year, such as my classmates and my homeroom teacher. Bursting with the confidence formed in sixth grade, I entered seventh grade with an undisturbed mind. I had good grades and great friends. How could anything go wrong? Alas, fate brought a cruel awakening to my life taking away someone dear to me. My grades
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Nothing could’ve ever prepared me for the year that was ahead of me. In this year, friends drifted apart with only the occasional conversation. I was fortunate enough to have a few friends that continued to hold on tight. If I didn’t have them, the year would have been a boulevard of insanity. The newfound confidence found in the sixth grade nor the wisdom gained in the seventh grade could have helped me in making the numerous life decisions presented to me that year. From applying to high schools to actually deciding where I’d be spending the next four years of my life, the year was filled with intense decisions to be made by an indecisive girl. Consequently, a new badge was added to my maturity sash with each option I chose. Making decisions are a part of life and only I can make the right choice for
8th grade, 8th grade from the opening day to the signing of the yearbooks. This is the year of memories, goodbyes, and regrets. 8th grade and I’m still realizing that there are people in the world that would die to go to a school like this. A school where every body knows everyone’s name, respects everyone, and where violence and fighting are about as common as the Yankees missing the playoffs. When I’m done with my homework and go to bed, as the days of 8th grade wind down, summer will come and go, and I will find myself in one of those giant, scary places called high school.
I remember the time when I had gotten promoted to high school as a 9th grader. That time was so important to me, at that time and age. It was a phase that you usually get over. I was growing up and starting all over again in a different environment with entirely different motives. I had started at the lowest class in the school, once again, as a freshman. I wasn’t a big 8th grader that internally felt more in control due to my age and experience. It was quite odd, just a couple of days before promotion, I was 8th grader, however I had more similarities with a 6th grader. This was me starting from strength to weakness. Through that I figured it out. Life is a process of phases that repeat, and helps a person grow. The famous novelist and blogger
Throughout my life, I had always received recognition for being very agile and quick. My first day of Middle School consisted of the track and field coach attempting to persuade me to join the school’s athletics program. I had previously never been apart of an athletics team, and was willing to take advantage of the opportunity. Throughout my three years of middle school, I was the one consistent member of the school’s track and field team and had an overall successful personal record. Coaches from opposing school would praise me leaving me feeling very confident about myself.
Ever wonder what happens if everything changes in a blink of an eye? On June 3rd, 2016, I graduated secondary school. That night in my middle school gymnasium, the administrators had organized a celebratory party in the graduate’s honors. I remembered dancing the night away with the people I held so dear to my heart for nine years. The strobe lights shining and music blaring while we were staring at each other with content. We parted ways at the end of that cheerful night. We were sad to say goodbye, yet we didn’t know that some us were saying goodbye to each other for ever to go lead different lives apart from each other. At the time, I knew that moment will always be a highlight of my life but later I came to know that it was also a catalyst for change. Although freshman year and half of sophomore year brung hardships that have come and go, the experiences have changed me for the better throughout the year and a half.
Eighth grade was the year where I wanted to finally create a better work-ethic for myself. Even though I had the purest of intents, everything did not go as planned. Of course, a drastic change such as the one I wished to achieve wouldn’t happen overnight, but I had to start somewhere. In the beginning of the year, I would try my best to get a head start on projects whilst putting forth my best effort. I had already started to have a more positive outlook on the year than I ever have before. New opportunities would arise and, for once, I would be able to take them. Along with this, I started to stay true to myself and delve more into my newly formed interests. In the beginning of seventh grade, I had discovered a new passion and eighth grade was the year I finally decided to take some action. Sixth grade me would have never stepped anywhere near a stage, but eighth grade me jumped at every opportunity to help out our theatre department. Having signed up for theatre classes, I was very anxious, but that didn’t stop me from establishing my own confidence to put myself out there. I am most grateful for this change because I have made so many new friends and have shared wonderful experiences with all of them that I will cherish forever. Of course, some friends came and went, but those few who have stuck with me through everything mean the world to me. I still have friends from sixth grade, and I have friends that I made just this year, but they all deeply care for me. I wouldn’t be who I am today without them, as cliche as it sounds. Even though my friend groups may change, all of them have changed me for the
My Freshman year was a rough time for me. It was my first year in high school, and things were so much different than what I was used to. Everyone had their clique of friends. It seemed like everyone knew who they were and where they belonged. I was struggling to find my own place in the school. I was only 14 years old and it’s okay to not know who you are when you’re that young. But when I got to high school, I began to have a lot
It’s very surprising, to be honest. If I rewind my life to the very beginning of junior year, I would have never suspected that I would encounter multiple hardships, one after another, each excessively worse than the last. Yes, junior year was extremely tough domestically and socially, but little did I know that my horrid problems at home would affect me academically. Undeniably it was my willpower and my strong belief in never giving up which steered my grades and my life to the straight path and made me realize that mistakes happen in life for a reason, they happen so we can learn from them, so we can share our story with others and help them avoid the hardships we encountered. When I reminisce about my junior year, I don’t extract sadness or failure, I see the rejuvenation and the revival of a talented individual who encountered a slight obstacle on the road of life.
We just have to write a few essays, each for the numerous applications; but, we all know how to do this from our practice doing it every single day, assignment after assignment. There’s a lot of money on the line, but it’s not like any of us will get it anyways. So, we really just focus on the present. We long for the weekends where we can embrace our teenage spirits. We make new friendships and try to find an unrealistic relationship like Troy and Gabriella’s. All we’re really looking for is the validation that we can look back on these moments and think, “high school was amazing”. Our Friday nights are full of adventure; our Saturday nights are full of stupidity; and our Sundays are built for repenting the previous nights and catching up on every single assignment. We’re living quite the life. So when our parents catch us revelling in sin. Or we forget to do an assignment. Or we flop on one of those important family parties. We may just break. And it’s definitely not because we’re incapable of handling the challenge. It’s because one off-putting comment towards us can ruin the whole scheme that we’ve set up for ourselves in order to manage everything. It’s because we hold so much in and we put up the best front every single day. Little did we know how easily everything can come crashing
My eighth grade year has been littered with moments of fun and joy and moments of confusion and sadness. Days where you wake up and think that it is going to be a great day but then one piece of news can make you sad or angry. Everybody’s eighth grade year has had these moments, some more severe and drastic than others. Everyone tends to either climb to the top or sink, for me, it has been in between.
Overall, my first year in high school was very enjoyable. I was able to forge many friendships that I still hold today. However, I lacked social confidence and never ventured out of my small group of friends. Indeed, many of my classmates didn’t even know about my existence until grade ten. However, Kwantlen Park Secondary has fabricated me into the person I am today. I’ve learned to be confident and bold, yet grounded and wholesome. I’ve gained valuable life experiences and wonderful friendships. I entered secondary school hoping for it to end, but I’m sure glad I’ve had such an extraordinary
During adolescence I made decisions that were questionable, affected me deeply and caused me to endure some setback on a personal and academic level. I paid my dues, persevered, and came through it all in surprising ways. I learned the value of hard work despite the adverse odds and u...
My eagerness to embrace life in high school squashed when I came face to face with extreme mean behavior at the hands of kids my own age. My grades started falling, from an honors student I had turned into someone who just hated school. From sulking, to rebelling to being remorseful, had become my permanent demeanor.
When I was in high school I had a problem, which was being shy. Being shy made me seem as if I was anti-social, and caused me to have no friends, but my shyness was decreasing each year of high school because I talked more, and by the time I reached 12th grade I had many friends, who are very close to me till this day. While being in high school, I was always focused on my studies. People believed that I was a genius in high school, but I really wasn’t, I was just focus on the lessons, and understood what the teacher taught us. As I reached eleventh grade, I was chosen to be a part of the National Honor Society; I thought that I was never going to be part of the National Honors Society. I was at the hospital when my friends told me the good news—that I was selected to be part of the National Honors Society. As I reached 12th grade I learned that working while going to school is a bad idea if you can’t multitask right. When I was working I didn’t realized that I wasn’t multitasking right; I wasn’t putting enough effort into my studies, and having a job was distracting me, so I decide to quit my job, and continue my education by going to college. Growing up was scary, but I’m ready what the future is holding for
Graduation: the last day that I would unwillingly set foot on the fields of Horizon High School. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, and tried so hard to keep my feet moving one after the other in order to maintain my perfect stature. After the two hour wait of opening speeches, class songs, and the calling off of the five hundred plus names that were in front of me, it was finally my turn. As my row stood up and we walked towards the stage it had set in at last, this is it, I am done. My high school career ended on that night, but it didn’t close the book that is my life, it only started a new chapter, and with it came a whole slue of uncertainties.
Time flew and I was in middle school talking English in a confident way than I ever did before. I realized English was something I was really passionate and writing was a great way to express myself. I brought a journal where I wrote everything from my favorite teacher to best memories with friends. As I flip the pages, I can remember each day like it was yesterday. Middle school friends that I still stay connected with taught me more things about myself than anyone could. I was always independent when it came to my education because I knew I always had the choice of giving up or moving forward and trying it again. However, English was all about teamwork to me without, my third grade class and teacher, I don’t think I could have learned English so quickly. The support of my family meant a lot too who always told me to keep on trying no matter what happens and to make the most of a situation. It was always nice to have a helping hand along the way, my twin brother; however, we went our separate ways when, high school came. Being the youngest sibling, I wasn’t ready to go to a school alone but I knew I had