The Carolina Day Key Middle School went on an overnight in September 2015 at a place called Camp Timberlake for Boys. All of us got to know each other well. On our last day a few of our canoes flipped over while on the French Broad River. One of them was Lacy, Aubrey and Mr. Flamini’s canoe. Lacy and Aubrey’s canoe flipped over when Mr. Flamini tried to clamber in.
Crossing the street, I could feel Texas in the air, it was a cool spring April day, the air was dry, and sweet with new spring foliage. Spring in Texas was favorite time of year. As we are saying our goodbyes, my nieces, Crista seven, and Carrie six are crying so hard it makes my heart ache. Sandra eyes filled with tears, gives me a big hug "I love you Ronda," she says, "I am so proud of you," as she reaches up, and brushes the hair from my eyes, like she had done so many times before.
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.
The Journal For Conquering Middle School The time had come for me to become a 6th grader. It would definitely be a difficult transition for me going to a brand new place with hulking monsters known to everyone as the eighth graders. Going to middle school would mean that I would have to meet new people from other elementary schools and that I could possibly lose my old friends. I really wanted to stay behind in elementary school where everything seemed so predictable and friendly.
I entered the doors of Forge Road Elementary School on a Monday morning with a glowing, vibrant smile. My fellow fifth grade classmates were astonished by my hair, perfectly pressed and straitened, cascading from the top of my head down to my shoulder blades. The night before, my mother finally complied with my importunes and strayed away from our Sunday night tradition of braiding my hair into what seemed like a hundred tiny, stiff braids. Sunday nights were war; my knotted and curly hair the enemy, my mother the brave warrior, and the comb her weapon. I was joyfully elated when my mother agreed to straighten my hair .
At Lake Norman Charter School, our motto is to learn, lead, and serve. The main thing I do is to learn. To learn means to gain or acquire knowledge of or skill in something by study, experience, or being taught. Learning relates to the motto because in order to do the other parts of the motto, you must learn. Students, like myself, live up to the learn part of the motto.
Standing in that very moment beneath the bright lights, with everyone watching in disbelief, is the sight I will never forget, and the sensation of feeling total accomplishment. Everyone has a fear; the fear of snakes, spiders and so on. My ultimate fear was nothing like those kinds at all. My fear happened to involve a stage and my opposable “beautiful” voice as my family members would say. Yes,
Third Grade It was a cool and very cold morning at my school. It was around 10 a.m and we went outside to have Recess. We were playing two hand touch football.
I was angry I had to be there by 5:00 and I had to get my car back by the end of the day. I went to mainstreet and was shocked to see that the traffic was absolutely dreadful. I had to make a detour, it was already 4:00! So the next left I found, I took I went past bell creek, A charter school that was older than I. I turn to the left three more times Before I realize I should stop going in circles.
Hi, I'm Sam (pn) the yellow (ab) banana (cn). I go to Milton Middle School (pn). My best friend is Cade (pn) the red (ab) apple (cn). I live in a refrigerator (cn) at the school (cn) with my friend Cade. I woke up and went to first hour with a bunch of fruit (colln).
I don’t care any more though, because its all changed now. September- a time where the leaves lay lifeless. My spirit synonymous to theirs. I hated school, just like any other teenager and the years weren’t fading away like they said, they clenched tightly onto every last minute not letting an hour pass which didn’t contain murmurs of misery muttered by every pupil.
"Approach to demolish the quietness of everything, dork." He laughs, his blue eyes shimmering with the giggling as he looks forward at the street, "Accuse the sensitivities, Charlie. You 're likely one of only a handful couple of young people in presence who might utilize "peacefulness" in something outside an English article without flickering. Furthermore, I 'm the dork?" "Touché," I answer with an inconspicuous smile, reclining against the truck 's false calfskin traveler situate, feeling truly content with life. I 'm with my closest companion, taking to hang off with a couple of more common companions for a night to commend our up and coming graduation.
Imagine this, a little girl coming up to you trying to talk, but she can't get more than one syllable out. That is how I was for a lot of my life. I had a very bad stuttering issue. Now, I am a very talkative person, but when I was little I was so nervous to stutter, that I would avoid talking to people at all costs. I would only stutter when I was talking to a group, but with my friends I talked with no issue.
Growing up was complicated. My hairstyle resembled a coconut. My teeth were abnormally crooked. Honestly, I was a living disaster. At the same time, I was raised by immigrant parents.
