It was finally here, the last day of school! For me, the last day of school was like being an emancipated slave. I was one of those kids that never liked school (I did pretty well though) and would much rather spend the day at home helping my mother around the house. For that reason, summertime was always my favorite time of the year (I even liked it more than Christmas time)
I got up more excited about a day of school than ever before. I got washed and my mom put my hair into two neat puff balls. The year was 2005 and I was seven years old. Back then most girls in my class had their hair relaxed, but not me! It was fine though because I thought that my puffs made me look like Penny (Janet Jackson’s character on Good Times). Well the walk to school had never been as enjoyable as it was that day. As I skipped down the rugged blocks and across the rusty train tracks I thought about the oncoming freedom, and the thought had me singing in exultation. Once at school, we received all of our work back; nothing but stickers reciting praise. Report card; straight A’s. What a start to a wonderful summer! The bells of freedom finally rung at 2:00 p.m. and the halls of Mary McLeod Bethune Elementary School were in uproar. I ran outside to the school yard proclaiming that I had gotten straight A’s. Grown-ups that I didn’t even know were saying “Good job”, “Harold needs tips from you”, “Gloria, that is the kind of friend you need”. My brother and sister and I raced home through the train tracks and the alley way. We all could not wait to enjoy the start of the summer. As soon as we got home we changed from our school clothes to our play clothes (we did that faithfully) and went right back outside. All of my neighbors were outside setting up for the annual
9th street block party. I was especially excited about that, because I’ve never been to one, and this year my parents agreed to let us go. Mr. King, our block captain was outside decorating the block with flags and banners. Everybody loved Mr. King; he was the mastermind behind anything good that ever happened on our small block. He was a tall, thin, middle-aged man who always wore an army green hat and kept a toothpick in his mouth.
Going back to school after summer was something I looked forward to. Seeing the friends I missed over the summer was something very cool. This past summer was by far my favorite. There was a party literally every night, I went to Florida to check out my future college, we went to Minnetonka on a friend's boat and much more. My favorite was going to the lake with everyone. We stayed out there all day and just hung out. Coming back to school was a huge transition. I had to change my sleep schedule from sleeping in until 11:30 AM to waking up at 6:00 AM. That was my toughest challenge excluding the need to begin a study habit during the weekdays. Studying is honestly my least favorite thing to do when there are so many other things I could be doing other than that. Overall the return to school was exciting for me considering it is Senior year, and we only have two semesters of school left! Time flies in High School and I never thought I would be here today!
The next morning, it was such a strenuous struggle to rise from my bed, I could have sworn I had been lying in quicksand all night. Walking in school was like swimming in a thick marsh. I had nothing to look forward to. Thursdays used to be the greatest day of the week, but now, all Thursdays held was gloom. That day, all I knew was despair, and it smothered me. This went on until I met up with a friend o...
It was the fall of 2010 and little did I know that my world was about to change drastically. We had moved back to Kenosha, Wisconsin in 2008 after living in Mexico, and I was starting to enjoy my life in the dairy state. My 6th Grade classes had just started at Bullen Middle School. It was right at this time when my world seemingly got flipped upside down. My parents had a family meeting and informed my siblings and me that we were moving to a small Iowa town called Orange City. I had feelings of nervousness, excitement, and sadness all mixed together.
First, Even though it was cold, I took of the jacket during lunch and played kickball in a thin shirt, my arms feeling like braille from goosebumps. But when i returned to class i slipped the jacket on and shivered until i was warm. I sat on my hands, heating them up,while my teeth chattered liked a cup of crooked dice. Finally warm, I slid out of the jacket but a few minutes later put it back on when the fire bell rang. We paraded out into the yard where we,the sixth graders, walked
As we arrived, my stomach started to turn inside out, and I wasn’t sure why, but I knew when that happens I turn into a nervous wreck. They sat me in the hallway as they chattered about me I was assuming. On our bumpy car ride home, my parents stopped through an ice cream shop, knowing that’s a way to cheer their little boy. They sat me down and told me about how the teacher is concerned with my low-level reading and writing skills. It bothered me very much, that the teacher had never said anything to me one on one. My parents told me that I might be held back, and to stay positive and don’t let this bring you down. This caused so much confusion and discouragement for a seven year old boy. I was still in discomfort after the day reading because of how the kids laughed when I read my
Emma grew up in Birmingham, a fairly large town in Michigan. Where her father and her grandparents had lived. She grew up in a fun, always exciting, house where her older sisters always brought new surprises. The Lewrys were very happy in Michigan, but soon after Emma turned four her mom grew tired of the rainy, cloudy weather, and they started looking for a new place to live. They had California in mind, because they visited Disneyland so often, and they decided to look there. Emma’s parents bought a house, and the family moved out there as fast as they could. When Emma got there she started at CDC preschool and met a group of new friends. She loved the California life. Then, she went to Solana Vista for all of her four years. In second grade, her best friend moved away, which created a big shift in her life. She had only her one best friend and no others. She felt alone. Then halfway through the year she opened up to new friends and that’s when she was the most happy. She was also was working very hard, and it paid off. In third grade, the principal asked Emma to represent the Solana Vista in front of the California School Board. Emma received an award for being responsible and a good student and said a few words about how she worked hard to receive the award at the meeting. This motivated her to never give up because she now knew tha...
I wake up comb my thick hair, brush my teeth, and get dressed. Numerous times I have thought about kids taunting me however, I began to recollect what mama said to me. She left the book on the kitchen table for me to read. I stood on the porch looking out past the yellow field, to the dirt road where the bus picks me up. My stomach cringes at the thought of going to school, but the rain soothed me, music was made and when the sun came out, a flawless ornamentation
I remember when summer was three months full of free time and having fun with your friends but as we grow up those days seem to thin out! This summer went by really fast for me. It seems like just yesterday we were finishing up the last day of my junior year. Although my summer was super busy I still had a pretty good time!
During school the day before graduation, I thought that school was very fun and zestful! In first half of school, all we did was return our books to the teacher and talked about what we were going to do over the summer. The second part of the day was even more fun because we just relaxed and did completely nothing! Once school ended some, a few my friends and I rode our bikes to Greg Broeren’s house. We just played catch and basketball. That night I couldn’t sleep. I was so anxious.
The summer started off like any other 8th grader’s summer. I was 13 years old and had just graduated from middle school. Graduating meant that I would be
The water droplets roll down my forehead as I lay in my bed looking at the water damaged ceiling. At twelve years old I slept in a one window attic in a tattered bed, under a leaky roof. I do not have any family nor friends to speak of and no real optimism for the future. School was my only outlet yet it was also beginning to be the root of my humiliation and embarrassment. Leaving school today with tears in my eyes and my teacher’s voice ringing in my head all I could ponder was this can’t be my life. Yet something my teacher said struck me as odd; she said “what we experience as a child helps to mold who we will eventually become”. I truly could not fathom at that age what kind of comfort she believed I would take from that.
The summer before sophomore year was a very difficult time in my life. It was the first time that I experienced loss and how deeply it affects people. It was the first time that I realized that friends were not always there for you and that sometimes it is best to not have any friends, then friends that treat you poorly. The start of my troubles was the last day of school before summer vacation, my friends had not been talking to me, or listening to my concerns of being ignored.
The first day of school started and Kandy was in 10th grade. Her new clothes got her a lot of attention, everyone complimented her about how they loved what she was wearing. That was the only thing she was confident about, her clothes. She knew that her style was awesome. Her best friend, Ang, was in two of her classes. Kandy thought that this would be the best year of school because she never had any friends in any of her classes before. Turns out they both had the same lunch. They would talk up by the road, on the sidewalk, to Speedway everyday for lunch. For some reason people would always honk at them and one day a girl yelled out the window and called them sluts. Obviously because she was jealous. The first few days of school went by fast, then kept getting slower and slower.
My favorite season of the year is summer because of the warm weather, the school vacation, and the endless fun. I really enjoy the warm weather because it’s the perfect atmosphere to do outdoor activities. My favorite part about summer has to be the fact that school is closed for two months. During summer, you’re free to do whatever you want, not worrying about curfew or waking up early for school. Summer time is a great time to relax with friends and family by soaking up the sun at a beach or simply having dinner together.
Having spent twelve years of my school life in just one small red brick building, the years tend to fade into each other. But the year I remember most clearly and significantly is my senior year of high school, where I finally began to appreciate what this institution offered to any student who stopped to look. Before, school had been a chore, many times I simply did not feel motivated toward a subject enough to do the homework well, and seeing the same familiar faces around ever since I was 5 years old grew very tiring soon enough. But I began to see things from a different angle once I became a senior.