Buttons BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. The shrill beep of my alarm clock roused me from my peaceful sleep. I turned my head to get a better look at my clock, it reads 4:30. “ Uuuhhh this is too early.” Groggily, I hopped out of bed and grab my uniform from the hook and take a quick shower to help wake myself up. I grabbed a bowl and spoon from the cupboard in the kitchen and pour myself a bowl of cereal. Hastily i wolfed it down and headed down to grab my bags. My dad was waiting by the back door, we head out to the car and are soon pulling onto the deserted streets. We arrive at Seatac airport quickly and began to look for the group I would be travelling with. As we were walking we meet up with another person who would be traveling with us. He is dressed the same as i was, grey cargo shorts a green button down and a sash. Finally I spotted a large group of people gathered near baggage check. I say good bye to my father and we exchange a quick hug, after that it is all hello’s and handshakes. We get out our ID’s and began to check our bags and get our boarding …show more content…
Tonight was the presentation of champions. This was when we found out how good we actually were. The teams had been narrowed down to four after one of the principals from florida had a meltdown in the middle of the ceremony. Dressed all in full class A we were brought into the arena. We were seated amongst the other ceremonialists, next to the stage. Tonight were the finals of the dancing competition as well as the announcement of national rankings for ceremonies. The first hour is nerve racking. It is all dancing, don’t get me wrong it is cool but that’s not what I am here for. The drum beat seems to never end, it has been so long and all we want to know is who won. Finally the time comes and the national president takes the stage. The first part of his speech is just white noise until I hear him say “ the Third place team
As we approached the red and black car, I got into the car and noticed how roomy the car was. I was very exuberated to go to Minnesota. I packed 3 very stuffy bags. One of my bags was filled with clothes. The second one was filled with all my basketball stuff.
I have many personal values that I have maintained throughout middle school. These personal values have helped me get through middle school, and helped with many various things on my journey to middle school. My first personal value that I’ve maintained is my religion. This is a very important personal value to me, because it is what I believe in.
The time had come. The award ceremony of the last competition of the marching band season, the National Championships for class IV A was beginning shortly. Being at the J. Birney Crum Stadium with the rest of band, as well as other marching bands from around the Northeast, was surreal. The energy was crackling through the air as we waited with anticipation for the ceremony to commence. Minutes before, all of us were watching a lively performance by Sacred Heart University.
There isn’t much I remember from elementary school, I never thought anything I did before jr high really mattered. However there is one thing I won’t be able to forget about. Not because it was particularly significant to me, but because it was significant to my father who always brings it up. I’m sure if he hadn’t reminded me of it so frequently I would’ve forgot about it a long time ago. You see, in fifth grade I had a really scrawny nerdy friend who’d get picked on quite often for being like so, and one day he told his dad who also worked with my father and told him that I would stand up for him when he was getting bullied.
By the end of fifth grade, I thought that I had figured out how other kids thought and acted. Believing that every person would accept you no matter what or that the worst of your problems was that the kid who sits behind you doesn’t feel like playing kickball at recess. Or how we didn’t have to care about how we looked because we wore uniforms everyday. And if we wanted to "express ourselves" then we could just say it out loud. I thought middle school was going to be a breeze
A huge number of kids that are going on to junior Think the won’t be able to survive, most of them are scared to come because they fear that they won’t have enough time between classes, Not opening your locker, and lastly they fear that they will be squashed or pushed by the 8th graders! These are the steps on how to survive middle school. When I came to middle school I was pretty scared to but I survived! The first thing I had trouble with was that I couldn’t get my locker open, every time I tried I couldn’t open it
The first day of middle school for me was both terrifying and exciting. I made a lot of new friends within the year. I remember the first day very well. I had woke up at 5;30 a.m. I was extremely tired.
During middle school, I experienced many fun activities, including sports, entertainment, band ,and learning. Since the first day I came here, and the last day I will ever be walking through these walls. When I came here, I was scared of walking through those doors that gateways to the middle school. My dad was next to me, I didn't want to leave his side. As I walked, tears filled in both my father and I. Once I got in, I couldn’t look back.
Middle school was a tough time for me, but it was not always that way in the beginning. During seventh grade, I knew all of my classmates. While I was starting a new chapter in my life, it felt great to have all these friends. I never knew during that time that I would end up regretting that. Something changed one day in the middle of seventh grade and somehow I became the school's outcast.
After weeks of torturous homework, exams and assignments, high school was finally over! Summer holidays here I come! My family got plane tickets to Miami Florida. The land of beaches, sun and fun. We are heading to the airport in three hours.
I came into the Zesto’s store, hair all over the place, bags around my shoulders, excited to tell my mom about my trip. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. So much excitement, thrill, and determination out of almost everyone on the trip. This is one trip that I will never forget because of the laughs with friends and the surprise storm on our last night. Going into my 8th grade year, my youth group started the first annual canoeing trip for middle schoolers.
Granted, I comprehend that I am not much more than just an ordinary adolescent. However, I am an adolescent with a commitment to myself. Which is, to leave my mark in this world. I know that the process will indeed be challenging, but I am willing to go the extra mile in order to attain what I desire. Also, as Brandy Clay stated about himself, I too believe that I "...was blessed with certain gifts and talents and God gave them to me to be the best person I can be..."
“You’re not going to remain close to everyone you were friends with in grade school,” my mom gently reminded throughout the summer before my freshmen year. But during my freshman year at Notre Dame, I had remained friends with almost all my friends that I had in 8th grade. When I decided to go back to Jackson for my sophomore year, I thought my best friend and I would remain close. I thought that if we could stay close through the turmoils of elementary school, middle school, and not even attending the same school for eighth and ninth grade our friendship could last throughout high school.
I walked through the hallways uneasy as everyone was looking at us as if they had never seen people. The last step before seeing my dad was to wash my hands and put hand sanitizer on. The lady opened the door and we went down another hallway to my dad’s
My first day of high school as a freshmen in a new level of education Is what I was thinking when I woke from slumber that morning in bed. Stepping foot on the campus wasn’t even the beginning, taking the school bus in the morning is where the first taste of being a freshmen and actually starting and being an high school student. I started to get really nervous and a sense of reality hit me. Walking towards the bus stop all I see is a huge group of high school students waiting around for the bus, calm and cool as I try to stay to be I approach the waiting area not knowing what to I’m getting into.