For most kids and teenagers, it’s easy for them to grow up but some have it hard. The ones who have it hard look at the kids with nice things, and ultimately end up being jealous. What young kids tend to not understand is materialistic things aren’t important. My friend Eric is a prime example of a kid that comes from nothing. Me and him spent our summer of 8th grade inside the house and helping in the community because we were being kids. Middle school and high school was a good to me for the most part. I was very popular; I always had the latest gear and the girls loved me. At a young age my mom instilled me with great character, how to be myself, manners, and much more. I was only that in school. When I was out with friends I tended to …show more content…
Within the first week Eric and I managed to run off an hour of sleep each day. wrappers, empty cans on the side of us… covers hanging off the bed, the room was a mess. My mom had enough she took the game for me and we couldn’t go to Eric house and play because he had no gaming system. The next day we got dressed, and headed outdoors. We were outside for 5 minutes, it felt like 3 hours. I thought we was in an oven, I hadn’t sweat so bad in my life shit I never thought I could sweat. We eventually made it to our destination which was the mall. I had just got done buying my shoes, now I’m at macys looking for a polo shirt; Polo was very popular in middle school, I find a shirt and I go try it on. Eric comes in the dressing room an ask if I could buy him a shirt, my response was, “I’m spending my last on the polo. why can’t you buy it?”. he responded with, “I don’t have money, I rarely do.” As I grew older I realized he was always over my house, always coming over for a dinner, and he asked to wear my clothes, but then he goes to say “Never mind” I walk over to the cash register and pull out my spider man Velcro wallet to pay for my item. I’m leaving out but before I do, I tell him hold my bag to allow me to tie my shoe. I look up to him stuffing my bag, he goes “I really want it” I knew if I walked out the store I could possibly get arrested, that’s if I didn’t get caught.
Some may ask why is life hard. Life is an amazing thing and we shouldn’t take the greatness of it for granted. Today you are going to hear a story about a young teenagers life that has been hiding stuff for his family. This young boy in the story makes it through the struggle he is going through. This is something we all have to do keep our head up and keep going no matter what.
Middle school was one of toughest. It was crucial for me to read, write, and speak English. My sixth-grade teacher wrote on my process report that I needed more practice with my English. So, I was required to be enrolled in an ESL (English second language) class. I was expected to write stories, present my country and culture, and was able to read aloud once month during the school year. It was one of the most challenging thing I have face but with enough practice the reward will be fulfilling. I was determined to do good on these assignments and want to prove people wrong that I can read, write, and speak English. I remembered that I stayed every night reading and watching tv shows with English subtitles. Whenever I stumble a word that I can’t
Life is made up of choices. We chose to go to school, choose to be brave and most importantly we choose to smile. I've never been the person to be open emotionally, when it comes to opening up I find the quickest way to change the subject. Middle school was like going through the Mean Girls movie, without the miraculous happy ending. I was lost, an outcast. Have you ever smiled for the wrong reason? Smiling has always been easier than explaining why I'm sad, sometimes all I could do was smile and hold back my tears. I had smiled for so long I didn't know if it was real or not, I thought if I smiled long enough I would forget about being sad, but it only worked for a little while. I came to a new school trying to start a new life by changing the girl people thought was annoying.
Middle School for me was exciting and a little overwhelming but I got through it. First of all, In middle school, they have a lot of frustrating work, which causes me to have horrible headaches and have a lot of stress. Second of all, The people here are very welcoming and fun to be with, and they make feel comfortable in my school. Third of all, The rumors I heard from my friend were horrible, but when I was in Quail hollow for a month or two, the rumors weren’t real, it was the opposite thing that I expected. In conclusion, Middle school is a great place to be but it was something that I didn’t expect.
Luis and his family had just moved from brooklyn park to lincoln heights on the last few days of july. He was nervous because he wouldn’t know anybody at the school in his freshman year but he was happy too because this was going to be his first year playing football and he was very excited because this would give him a chance to play the sport he loves and it would help him make some new friends before the school year starts, And at least he would know some people.
“Goodbye,” broken and hesitant as I could barely get the words out. Waving back at me was Aman. A small boy who would change my life forever.
I had passed through almost all three years of my middle school life and had done absolutely nothing to remember my last year there. The 7th-period bell had rung and I was on my way to my p.e class just keeping to myself as I speed walked all the way across campus to the boys' locker room. After rushing to get my uniform on I once again speed walked over to my roll call spot and stood there patiently waiting for the teacher to arrive. As I was waiting I noticed that something was different in fact, because there were two large wrestling mats laid out across the floors of the gymnasium. The coaches said, “ for the next three weeks we will be doing an intro into wrestling.” I leaned over to my friend and whispered, “ is he actually serious
The third grade was an exceptionally awkward time for me, more so than even the middle school and freshman tween years. The elementary school I was attending was mostly fed by one specific kindergarten, and since my parents had me go to a private preschool, I didn’t know anyone my first day. This didn’t stop me from making friends once I got acquainted with the system, but I definitely remembered the feeling of not knowing anyone, or at least the over-dramatized version of the incident my eight year old self remembered. Fast forward to the fifth grade, when we had a new student transfer in. He had just moved to California from mainland China, and since I lived in the heavily chinese Bay Area, no one really paid any attention to the new kid
Not to brag, but I’m a pretty good kid. I have never had detention throughout my middle and high school career. The only time I have been called to the office was last year when the freshmen principal thought I had skipped because I was counted absent in a class, even though I was present during that hour. I’m not trying to claim I’m a perfect saint, there’s been situations where I didn’t necessarily “do the right thing” and of course I get an attitude at times. While I might not get into a lot of immense trouble, I have a problem getting motivated to step out of my comfort zone, although at times I severely push the limits.
“Freshman year of high school,” Leah worried aloud to herself. “How will I ever survive?” Leah wondered as she walked through the menacing doors that seemed to doom her to the world of finals, GPAs, and college preparation. If you are a freshman this year, you may feel a bit like Leah. Yes, high school is significantly more difficult than middle school. In order to get a good start in this scary new world, follow these few simple rules; Take school seriously, do your homework, and study.
As a middle school student, specifically an eighth grader in the Bronx I was going through a lot of changes. This was also the first year that I completed without taking a leave to attend medical matters. Considering my many absences due to my mother having me attend with her to her appointments to interpret and fill out paperwork, I was a good student. I was a bit older than most students. At this point in time, I was realizing that I did not have many friends and that was ok. I was not liked by many students; I was even cropped out of the year book in a couple of instances. Even though I did not have many friends, and my overly controlling mother started stirring the pot when I was choosing a high school, I knew that I wanted to be an artist. I did not have any skills, just a passion for singing and drawing. Somewhere, somehow I knew that I wouldn’t
As a student at Mountain Heritage High School, I began weighing my options for what I want to do with my life and what it would take to get the education to make that happen. My transition from Middle School to High School has been the biggest challenge I have had to overcome in the past years of my life. From my fourth grade year to my ninth I played the game of football and enjoyed every second of it. I was a defensive linebacker and started every game and really was leaning toward a scholarship to play for some college; however, ever since I was five years old, I played the mandolin and took lessons every Friday after school.
My last year of middle school. The first two feel like they zoomed past me. Next year, I’ll be a freshman. I hope high school doesn’t go as fast as middle school has. Next thing I know, I’ll be in College.
My circumstances of leaving UIC was due to financial issues. My financial aid was revoked during my sophomore year of college at UIC due to SAP. I was not very focused on my school work during my freshman and sophomore year of college; having to work 20 hours a week and study for my classes. In my freshmen year, I selected 5 classes totaling about 16 credit hours, and that was the toughest transformation coming from high school to college. The transformation took me a while to adapt to UIC and the environment of the classrooms. I found myself lost and very unsociable during my years of UIC. I did not make any classmates friends until my sophomore year of college. All these factors made it tough for me to do great in school and adapt. I dropped
8th has been an amazing year so far. I have made many memories. I am very excited to go to High school next year. My favorite thing about middle school was the field activity program. We went on many exciting trips. My favorite subject in middle school was Technology. We got to build a lot of projects and had fun while building them. In 7th grade, we built a Seaperch submarine. We got separated into groups and had to work with our group to build the Seaperch. We learned to solder because we had to solder a part of the Seaperch. Our group had to make that we worked together to get our project done and not lose any of the parts. At the end, when everyone in our class was done with building their Seaperch we got to race them in a pool. In 6th grade, we built the m-bot. You had to work with your shoulder partner to build your M-Bot and then you had to write a program on the computer in order for the m-bot to move. When everyone was done with building their m-bots, Mr. Barnes made a course and our m-bot had to move through the course without crashing into anything.