When a person or multiple people read go through my notebooks when I turn my back also cause me to be exceedingly distrusting, and I practically never let my supplies out of my sight just so other people can’t dig through them, although I became aware that this happened more in Elementary school than Junior High, but I am still anxious about others sifting through my sketchbook.
My middle school experience has been filled with many ups and down. In fact, one could even say that my middle school experience has been pretty mediocre. I dealt with stress and made stupendous memories throughout my years here, but while being in the middle school I have truly discovered who I really am. Middle school can be a challenging place at times, but I have really discovered myself and morals that are important to me. In sixth grade, I was dealing with the transition of being a new middle school student.
As the days progress, there are always new adventures waiting each day. I constantly learn new skills, meet wonderful educators, volunteers, and most importantly, assist children who have the potential and enthusiasm to achieve different goals. My day started on a rainy, Monday morning, no different than any other Monday, so I thought. I traveled to Johns Island on this day; Angel Oak Elementary School happened to be my morning destination. When I arrived, I did not expect any additional duties, other than observing tutors and students throughout sessions.
Today was PLC day at Prescott Elementary, which is much like a shorten day, instead of getting out at 3:38 pm., children are let out at 2:38 pm. Even though it was a shorter day, there is still an after-school program. But instead of starting off the program with snack, the children get to go outside. When I walked into the classroom, it was complete chaos, all the children were being very loud and not listening to the teacher. There were also many kids at seats by themselves instead of on the rug, I’m guessing this was their punishment for acting out.
My first day as a middle schooler was a horrible one. I faced a lot of depression and loneliness. Before I went to Chaboya Middle School I was in Ramblewood Elementary. I was on way to graduating the sixth grade and I was on my way to Sylvandale Middle School, the middle school I was supposed to go to, with all my best friends that I had in Elementary. After my graduation at Ramblewood Elementary my parents gave me some news about my middle school.
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.
It’s Fall term at the Kent School. I’ve been attending there for about three months, and I have only just recently gotten adjusted to my new life for the next four years. In contrast to my old school, this new place is stressful. After strenuous weeks of tests, quizzes, cross country races, and, of course, sitting through chapel, having that Sunday to relax at the end of the week is a feeling I treasure. On these special days, having not much else to do besides homework, my friends and I like to walk into town and have lunch.
I step out of my Dad’s blue shiny Honda van as he says “good luck on your first day”. I force up a weak smile as I close the door and it made a whoosh noise as it closes. I look at the entrance for a good five minutes. I take a deep breath and slowly as a turtle, a zombie and snails. I thought to myself, a zombie and a snails.
This letter is to address my changing of school within the past few year. I first attended Pennsylvania Highlands Community College starting in high school and had received an Associates in Liberal Arts; I had left this institution to pursue other education opportunities. Attending Mount Aloysius College based on an interest in their nursing program, I had decided to leave this institution after not being accepted into the nursing degree. Conemaugh School of Nursing, I voluntarily took leave after my father passing away unexpectedly, leaving business and personal matter that needed my immediate attention. Most recently I had attended Saint Francis University, where I would still be attending today, but I had lost a large scholarship that was
The four long year I had a lot of ups and down during this years. There were always amazing teachers. That were very helpful. There was so much to do in the middle school. Couple of my most memorable and amazing time at the middle school are when I made my best friends, made the softball team and want to gateway.