Essay Topic A When I first moved to the small town of Spring, Texas from London, England my life was thrown into turmoil. For the 11 years that I had spent living in England it seemed as though everything had a tendency to fall into place, as if my life was a perfect game of Tetris. But after leaving behind everything I had ever known; all of my friends, family, and the environments that I had become so accustomed to and moving to the United States, the pieces began to no longer fit together. After my first day of middle school, I was quickly made aware of just how out of place I was. It felt as if I had been catapulted from a world of composure and order into a world of utter chaos. While all the other students were continuing their routine, straightforward lives under an environment they were already well acquainted with, I was making an overwhelming transition to my new life. To say that my academics suffered would be a colossal understatement. I went from being a top student at a prestigious preparatory school in London to a lackluster student at an enormous public school in Texas. In light of all this unfamiliarity and confusion I yearned to …show more content…
The last 7 years I 've spent living here have been riddled with mistakes and missed opportunities. Even now I continue to make mistakes; my fall semester under the PACE program I didn 't finish as strongly as I could have, and as a result my chances of finishing the program with a competitive grade point average to apply to the McCombs School of Business are hurt. Although this is unfortunate, I look at my mistakes as an opportunity to learn and find motivation to better myself. I 've learned from the mistakes I made in high school, and I 'm learning from the mistakes I 'm currently making in college. I will continue to prove that I am capable of high achievement and will continue to better myself in pursuit of my goal of a career in
Middle school was a big deal, I was scared and didn’t know what to think of my first day. Having to switch classes and have a different teacher every hour was a scary thing, I was use to having the same teacher all day with the same kids which I thought was great spending all day with my group of friends I thought was the greatest thing ever. But I had to get over that, I had to learn a whole schedule of classes, going from class to class all day and I thought that it was impossible to do but man
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
anxious to see what middle school held for me. As always, I started my first day of middle school late. The entire year I was late. I had a total of 2 good friends starting the year. I nervously walked into homeroom and things got immediately better. I became friends with a girl in my class, who still is one of my best friends. However, 6th grade was not the best year for my personality. I was a little rude, needy, loud. I also had horrendous style. But by the end of the year my academics were good
up with a grin on my face, ready for the long but exciting day. Today could change my whole middle school career. So many questions. Where to sit at lunch? Where to go for classes? Will I be able to beat the intimidating ring of the bell? Today was my first day ever of middle school. I got out of my warm, soft bed and threw on the clothes I had set out the night before. I made my bed in a sloppy and rushed way, brushed my teeth, and did my hair. It was just like any other day, except the fact that
kids we make decisions every day, whether they are big ones or not they still affect us. In many different situations I have made terrible decisions but I have also made very wise ones. Although the path I took for this particular story turned out perfect. After realising the downsides of taking classes that weren’t for me I ended being a year ahead in math and in all the most advanced classes for every subject. In the summer before sixth grade I had to think about my classes and which ones i wanted
Any fifth grader would be happy advancing to middle school. I was an exception to what I just stated. I recently moved from a fantastic house in New York City into a junky little house on the bay of California. Even worse, I lost all of my old friends, and was starting fresh off the bat. My first day at school was hard enough and when I tried to talk to the tall older students around me, they simply ignored me. They continued to talk knowing my presence was still there. Of course, I was basically
thought that I was the only one who didn't know that rule. But turns out my friends didn't know that rule as well. Or should I say ex-friends. I had a happy life. I was never bullied or picked on or made feel like trash. I loved everything about my life, my family, my friends, and just my life in general. My family was always there for me no matter what and always gave me wonderful advice when I needed it. My friends always had my back when another kid picked on me or always found a way to make me laugh
was the first day of middle school, and it was the first time I had heard someone swear like that. It was one of the words forbidden by my parents and something I would never think of saying. That was the day that I started to realize I was in my own little bubble, naive about the world. My parents, both avid converts to Christianity, met each other while both majoring in theology in Bible college. I joined the church the day I was born, and my religion continued to play a big role in my life, shaping
This happened to me the spring break of 8th grade. I had to move from Jenks to BA, which I absolutely hated at the time, but I soon realized that the move was one of the biggest blessings of my life. Sure, it was stressful at the time but now, looking back on it I realize that I can barely even remember what my old house looks
How I Survived My First Day Of Middle School BUZZZZ!!!! I woke up to the sound of my alarm buzzing by my head. Its sound twitching every muscle in my body, forcing me to get up. Hauling my tired body up, I made my bed and made my way toward the bathroom. Now that school had started, I had to ditch my summer routine and get “back to the basics.” First days are always nerve racking whether it’s your first day back to school or even your first day at a new job. Nothing is more terrifying than
When I was in middle school I thought life was just full of joy and I really did not have anything to worry about. I thought the people that I associated with in middle school would be here forever. I had life all planned out for me and my friends, going to the same high school together, homecoming, prom and graduating together till September 27, 2010 came. When that day came realization hit me making me learn that life I not going to be about joy but it going to also be some down falls in life.
My middle school years were incredible. I went to three different schools during my middle school years. I attended McIntyre Middle School, Millbrook Middle School, and Brewbaker Middle School. All three of these schools were amazing and I did great things at each school. I would love to relive my middle school years. I believe middle school could make or break a child. Many children had problems in middle school but me on the other hand went through middle school with a breeze. I never had a problem
It all started with an e-mail. Over the summer my mother, who works for the Medomak Valley school district, received an email addressed to me. It was from my seventh- and eighth- grade teacher, Mrs. Madelon Kelly. The email started out with stating how much she missed having me in her math class and presented me with an opportunity to work on the Medomak campus during the school day assisting and eventually teaching a math class. This email presented an opportunity to be part of what is now an amazing
Middle School Changed Me Middle school was a amazing experience, for me anyway. I, myself have changed tremendously from the beginning of 6th grade to the end of 8th grade. Not just in appearance either, on the inside as well. Entering middle school, I was scared because I looked differently compared to the other kids around me. I feared that I might get bullied by upperclassmen or even my peers. Though it did help that my elementary was literally 5 steps from Luna Middle School, the middle school
Rosa Taylor elementary school from Kindergarten to Fifth grade. Rosa Taylor is where I learned to play chess and after a couple of year I was good enough to try out for The Macon Chess club. The first two times I tried out I didn’t make the team because I would always make it to the last eight games and end up losing. Also, when I was in elementary school that is when my father died and my love for football started, I started playing football at The First Presbyterian Day School (FPD). I played football