“Bye Juju” I said “Bye Kayla have fun, make some friends” my uncle said. Okay “I’ll try” I said to myself while hoping off his truck. As I was walking through the gates to enter the High school I just remember saying to myself “wow this isn’t middle school no more”. While walking I saw people walking left to right going in numerous directions it quite overwhelmed me actually. It was strange for me because, I came from a private school that had only thirteen kids per class room, so all around there were only about one hundred thirty kids that attended that private school this was going to be a huge change for.
All throughout middle school when we were assigned to read a novel I would dread it. My perspective of reading for enjoyment soon changed when I was in eighth grade. Mrs. Benavides, my eighth grade language arts teacher, assigned our class to read The Outsiders, and I coursed I was complained in my head, I don’t want to read (actually pretend to read and then use Sparknotes) another lame book. The first day we got the book we were all told to read chapters 1 through 3, and this time all of the kids in my class complained and I wasn’t the only one. So, there I was at home in front of my computer typing in “the outsiders by S.E Hinton”, into Google, and the top search that popped up was a link to the movie on Youtube.
For some reason he liked the way I was “unique” and chose to be my friend. I took an immediate liking to him because Hannah had been my only friend, but this new friend was a boy! I fancied over him all through the fifth grade, and when summer came I couldn’t wait to go to middle school and see him again. My life couldn’t get any better! I had TWO friends, and one was a boy!
7th grade was particularly harsh in that I lost my only friend to suicide. At that point I had no real reason to stay at the school so I attempted to get home schooled but couldn’t. So in 8th grade I left regular school and started attending cyber academy. It was difficult at first not knowing anybody but it didn’t bother me too much. Eventually I ended up meeting a few friends which are still my
Gloria stated, “I was in a time when things were segregated.” No lunches were provided, her parents had to bring her lunch. She was pretty active in sports, went to Hahnville high school 8 miles from where she lived, the buses were also segregated but new schools were built for George Washington, she didn’t go to school with white kids. Graduated from high school in 1955. After that she couldn’t get any jobs, so her mom paid to get public bus transportation, it was a private bus, but that was segregated too, Gloria went to New Orleans to get typing classes. She had nine siblings, parents only had elementary education, and her mom did a lot of sowing for white people and did all our clothes.
I started off certain classes like geometry or spanish with no clue what I was doing and even a few bad grades in the beginning. Specifically, I failed my first geometry test with a 54 in ninth grade and that did not sit well with me and from then on Mrs. Brown took the time out her own schedule and stayed after to
I am Telemachus. Walking down the hallway made me nervous. The stares of many people, who thought I shouldn’t be up there, scorched my black sweater and made me burn with embarrassment, making me wish I hadn’t worn so many layers despite it being thirty degrees outside. Here I was, a third grader going to a winter class for fourth and fifth graders. My dad had signed me up for a class for my grade in order to get ahead in regular school, but after twenty minutes, it was pretty clear that I had already went through this material during school.
Rupi Kaur was born in Punjab, India and immigrated to Canada with her mother when she was three years old. Growing up, Kaur wasn 't able to participate in sports, after school programs, or summer camps, because her family didn 't have sufficient funds. Kaur spent most of her time reading, and at the age of five, she discovered that she loved to draw as well. Kaur described herself as being , "shy and quiet" in school, but she would write little poems for her friends, along with love notes. It wasn 't until 2013 that Kaur truly realized her passion for writing when she attended a creative writing course at U of Waterloo.
Has a child around the age of two years old I listened to no one, dressed myself and liked to do everything on my own excluding potty training myself. Somewhere with the transition from middle school to high school I lost myself and some independence along the way. My freshman year had been a bust of getting in trouble and My sophomore year had been all about finding myself. Freshman year I found myself dating a senior boy and ditching out on class. Studies and my future came last in my mind.
Five years ago I was walking into grade two, covering my face, hoping no one would see me. I had been to the school on a visit, but I haven 't made any memorable friends yet. I came in and sat in my assigned seat. Joyce turned around and looked at me. “Hi,” she said as I looked at her with a terrible fright.