I have never attended an elementary or middle school.
Now before you assume that I have abandoned nine years of school, let me explain. I attended a small Catholic school growing up. It wasn’t defined as a traditional elementary or middle school. To me, a division between the two was nonexistent. I just referred to it as school. My timeline here began with Kindergarten and ended with eighth grade. Classes consisted of the same set of kids with the exception of stragglers that left and joined throughout the years. With the exception of the few that joined later, my grade basically grew up with each other and we were somewhat a close knit family by the start of eighth grade. We had an esoteric understanding of how each person’s dynamic fit
What was your own middle school experience like? What extracurricular activities were you involved in? In my opinion, I did not quite like the middle school I attended. However, I did meet some great friends that I am still friends with to this day.
Freshman year came along and I wanted to attend Sullivan High School. I wanted to come back to my hometown, I was just missing the people I started it all out with in the beginning. My dad and I had all of the paperwork finished already to go for me to attend Sullivan High School in August, but my mom refused and wouldn’t budge to let me go. She didn’t want me going to Sullivan, she wanted me to stay with all of my new friends I had made at Owensville. She thought my best bet would be to stay and proceed to go to OHS.
As a young aspiring musician in middle school, I wanted to start a band desperately. Instead, I was known as Emerson Middle School 's’ music freak. I posted flyers in businesses around my hometown and online ads. I wanted to be like Amy Lee from Evanescence terribly, but my taste in music was different than most people. When my fellow classmates heard about my compositions and ideas, they thought it was a joke.
Laconia Middle School was the local school for those that lived in Laconia. Knowing most of my classmates and having many friends I felt as though I was at a very good place in life. Attending school everyday was fun for me. I got to be in classes with my best friends, had some of my favorite teachers, worked out a wonderful schedule and played the sports I loved, but if anything middle school was especially important to me was when I began to pick up a fascination for history and also began to realize how the Bosnian War had affected me as a person. Seventh grade was the year I was asked to write an essay about my biggest fear.
February sixth was the day of my last middle school game. We were playing our rivals , Ledford middle school. The first time we played them we only lost by two points. The first five starters for Ledford and our first five including myself were all standing at half court for tip off. The ref. threw the ball up and Gillian tipped it back to me.
I was withdrawn from my previous middle school and things were rather calm at home I threw myself into my school work and found a sense of secret control threw self-harming and obsessive dieting it was rewarding to see the numbers go down on the scale, and up in the books. I was still withdrawn and sick I was just better at hiding it and the layers of secrecy in my life would build with age like the rings in a tree trunk. It was nearly the end of my eight grade school year before anyone intervened. The boy I sat at lunch with had tried killing himself the difference was, he warned people in his family and got caught plus help. He was put into therapy and on medication but I was also caught in the spotlight the school found out about my cutting
Middle school is often portrayed as the not-fun years of school because kids are going through so many changes. The middle school years are very important because of these changes. Without the proper institution to guide them through these changes, students may make poor decisions. That’s why I believe my experience at Central York Middle School has been imperative to my academic success. One important thing for a middle school to do is to create a fun and friendly environment for learning.
There it was, standing in the distance, a tall gloomy gray-colored building. With a few splashes of blue paint added to the dull cement to add color to what would otherwise be a lifeless building. This building was non-other than the one and only Stoller Middle School. I never referred to it as a middle school but more as a prison, it was full of rules that were put in place just to suck away any possible fun from a child’s mind. Maybe I didn’t like the place because I was suspended five times from it.
We had cliques based over our interests and hobbies. I never thought of them differently. We were all just friends hanging out with each other.
Going to school shaped who I am in many ways. It taught me how to do math, how to write, and many other things that have interested me and that made me think. School also brought my friends and I together. Without school bringing these things to me, I wouldn 't be who I am today. When I first went to school I was very excited, hyper, and emotional.
In the duration of my middle school years, I maintained excellent grades, except I had just one issue that held me back from a satisfying life. That issue was the fact that friends came very hard to me in my middle school years. Before my struggles at my middle school, Trafton, I had a very productive social life in the Elementary school I attended, Roberts Elementary. Here, it was very easy to make friends and have a great social life, since no hard work was required as a kid. Middle school, however, was a great challenge for me.
The elementary school years are hard to remember because it has been over a decade since I attended the younger grades, however
I check my watch as I race to catch my first ever Austin Metro bus home. My metro bus ride to school in the morning proved disastrous. Taking the southbound rather than the northbound bus had left me confused while waiting for the return bus and embarrassed while explaining the reason for my late arrival to school. It 's 4:33. Oh man.
To me, a division between the two was nonexistent. I just referred to it as school. My timeline here began with Kindergarten and ended with eighth grade. Since Kindergarten the same set of kids would be in my classes with the exception of stragglers that left and joined throughout the years. With the exception of the few that joined later, my grade basically grew up with each other and we were somewhat a close knit family by the start of eighth grade.
It was especially nice because we had an esoteric understanding of how our dynamics worked