The First Day of Seventh Grade It was my first day of seventh grade at Urbana Middle School. After I completed my first four classes, it was time for lunch. “Finally,” I thought, “I get to sit and talk with my friends.” Well at least that’s what I thought. However I was already late for lunch, which was bad because I absolutely did not want to make an entrance. When I walked into the cafeteria everyone was staring at me. I didn’t think things could get any worse, but, again I was wrong. I looked at the table where my friends were sitting and saw it was full. “Why didn’t they save me a spot?” I wondered. I felt my face get red, not with anger, but with embarrassment. My friends were laughing at me as I walked with my head down looking for
Summer had just begun; we were enjoying our first few stress free weeks of summer, speaking of summer assignments we received and vacations that were going to be had. It must’ve been at least two in the afternoon since I never get up before noon during the months I have off from my education, but my best friend and I had been hanging out for a while leading up to the trip to Dunkin’ Donuts. We were just minding our own business when abruptly, my friend quivered in her seat, her eyes wide with fright.
If I could change one aspect of my first semester of high school, I would change that I should have studied more. I would change this because I was always rushing the night before to get all the extra information I could get about the topic.I always felt like I didn't know what I was talking about. What I could do is try studying sections of the test a night. I could also try to start studying for the test a week or a couple days in
Oh seventh grade, what a year to remember. That was actually my favorite year of middle school. At home during this time was a mess and my grades also plummeted but I think going to school took some stress off because I was taking some time to "myself" and forgetting for a while about my home situation. Seventh grade, I would say was a year of friends for me. I had and still to this day have a friend from kindergarten that I considered a best friend. Until a new girl came along, lets call her Patricia. Patricia basically took "my spot" I guess in fifth grade while I was off at my new school for the year. Anyway speeding forward to seventh grade I noticed my best friend, lets call her Amanda, not really talking to me anymore and or passing by
When I was in middle school I thought life was just full of joy and I really did not have
Ask yourself, how was your 8th grade year… Was it good, bad, fun, or stressful? Well most of my 8th grade year was bad but the ending actually turned out good. The start of my year was exciting, but that was just the beginning. As time went on and the work started to come in, that's when things turned south for me. I started stressing about everything I had to do, I was getting to overwhelmed. I would catch myself slipping constantly and it was worrying me because I didn't want to get held back a year. I slowly started to lose all interest in all of my work.
If you knew me in the sixth grade you would have loved me. I was extremely popular but not for sports or anything cool i was just extremely bad. Everyone found my behavior funny. I wanted to keep everyone laughing and keep building my reputation because wanted to be known by everyone. I hated the things that did but i never forgot to love myself.
Do you remember your first week of high school? Most people when it comes to their first week of high school they remember it like it was yesterday. In my essay I will tell what my first week of high school was for me. My topics will tell how my first week was interesting yet boring.
We pulled up to the front of the school and got in the drop off line. As I watched students climb out of cars while saying goodbye to their parent(s), and walk to the front entrance I thought they looked like zombies. I kept thinking to myself, “What am I about to walk into?” I kept reciting in my head what my sister told me a while ago; “High school is like a horror movie to freshmen. The seniors are the slashers, and you are the victims. Don’t be afraid.” That statement never left my head. The bell began to ring. Everyone rushed in to find their first-period class. I had no idea where I was going. This whole place was all new to me. I looked at my schedule, looked at the room numbers, and looked at the buildings. I didn 't dare ask anyone how to get to my
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.
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
I could hear music from the cars passing as well as, the strong scent of animal feces. I held my breath and rolled my window up, while my dad’s attention quickly changed toward me instead of the road. He still smile, even though he knows what to expect out of me. Nevertheless, the awful scent was not going to take away one of the most memorable moments of my high school years. As I entered a mixed of screaming and cheering voices of my peers, I entered the short, wooden gate. The backyard was packed and the crowd as large as everyone in our grade gathered together in a classroom. I felt six months ago, when I was studying for my first midterms. In reality, it was only about twenty girls in my friend, Emily’s backyard. I have not had friends gathering in since the UGGs
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
It was my first at Cherokee Middle School. I pulled up to the front of the school. Reluctantly, I pulled my legs to the right side of the seat and slide out of the passenger seat. My lungs automatically lifted and I took a deep breath. Sighing, I pulled out my eighth grade schedule. I glided through the doors of the building in a sea of sweaty middle schoolers. The cafeteria unfolded to my right and the main office to my left. The cafeteria
It was the third week of school. Jessica was sitting on the bleachers for PE, she was wearing her blue jean jacket and her hair was tighten up, and did not dress out for the gym. Because of the bullies that they usually come to her and call the “The skinny little lady”, Jessica was always aware from her legs, which guys always saying were bony and skinner than the pen, and that wasn’t the only thing that she was aware of but also the way she talks and smile, her life was entirely miserable. The PE coach came and witnessed Jessica when she wasn’t wearing the uniform, his face turned red while he looked at her outfit , Jessica did not what to do so she hide behind her best friend Collin, Collin was a very funny
The next day, lunch was different. Everyone was trying to get away from me this time. Not the other way around. I was eating lunch and I was really lonely, since nobody wanted to sit by me. I was sad and a little upset of the way that things have been, but it did spark me that I wasn’t the scared one. Nobody invited me to their house, nobody wanted to play with me, and