My First Day Of Middle School Essay

It made sense to me. I never had a moment in time where I wanted to give up in an english class because it was hard. As those 2 Failures on my transcript indicate, that was not the case for me in math. With time to look over the outcome I realized I gave up. After I was out of school for around a month after my ACL surgery it was hard to catch up but It was not impossible.

My second semester of school I decided that because I already knew where I was going to college I didn’t have to try as hard in school and work as hard for my grades as I had before. I began slacking off inside as well as outside of the classroom. I stopped doing homework to my best ability’s, stopped studying for tests, and worst of all I was lying to my mother. For almost four months I treated my mother poorly. I constantly lied to her face about how my grades were.

Depression is something I have to deal with every day, some more than others. I do not think I can say I have escaped depression because it still haunts me but I know one day I will escape. I have grown to understand that I need to love myself and not let negative thoughts attack me and chain me down. Because of my experience with depression it help me decide what I wanted to do as a career and that is to become a teacher. During high school my grades would be slipping, but no one ever asked me why or even motivated me to work harder.

Over a long period of time, I didn’t realize how serious high school meant before heading to college. My older brother didn’t do well in high school and he was the only person to look up to at the time. While attending elementary learning the basics came to me gradually and as each year passed by I was more interested in why my older brother attended a different school at a certain age/grade. My first year in middle school as an experience as a whole wasn’t what my older brother described and I expected the same for high school. My older brother did graduate high school but didn’t take the measures to attend a university or community college.

Living their home country just so my siblings and I could get a better education and better life. As we all know, life in America is not that easy when you are newbies. As an 11 years old kid, I wouldn't know what to do or how to help my parents when they are going through a tough time. All I do was go to school, come home, and do some reading. Besides, school wasn't that easy for me because I didn't know English and I couldn't communicate with the people around me nor the teachers.

I once wore a mask to change into someone I wasn't when I first moved to smithville in third grade. I was scared and I guess that's normal when people are scared they hide behind a mask so that they fit in instead of stand out. I made a lot of friends for that year but every year I would allow me to be myself around people at school. Eventually I lost a lot of those people that said they were my friends and looking back now it was better that way because they were fake and didn't care and the ones that stayed with me are still by my side to this day. You wear masks from when you come into this world until you're 6 feet under.

When we left the school my parents remained quiet about the situation, I believe they felt it would keep my brothers and me safe if we were unaware. Furthermore, parents were so frantic that it took weeks before some students returned to school. It’s hard for such a horrible catastrophe to have an impact on someone who is only ten years old. However, watching movies and reading articles as an adult puts things into perspective. When I think back on September 11th I feel like it was a dream because I was so young.

I felt confident in my tumbling, however I had never stunted before and I couldn’t seem to get the hang of it. I am very short, so the only position available for me on the team was to be a flyer. This terrified me and as the summer went on, the majority of the upperclassmen whom I had become friends with ended up quitting. It eventually got to the point where I dreaded going to practice and didn’t want cheer to distract me from my school work. I ended up resigning from cheer right before school started and it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

Soccer had helped me break out of my shell socially and provided an outlet for stress relief. My life revolved around soccer. However, in the spring of freshman year I was burning out. I had finished the fall season of high school, winter league was over and I was trying to balance spring club soccer with high school track. Without a break and feeling overwhelmed, I grew disinterested in soccer as it became a stressful environment for me as the older girls had to join our team and I was no longer seeing the field a lot.

The reason I want a C is because my mom never wants an F or a low D in my grade book. She never expects me to get straight A’s and B’s but that’s why I want a C. I’m not always gonna pass every class with a C, because every class I take I always have trouble with the beginning semester. The reason for that is I never like my teachers at first, then I get to