I was in a chess tournament about two years ago against many people in my school because I joined a chess club. Unfortunately, I didn 't get far in my last one and was hoping to be better this time. I was doing well until I saw a seventh grader paired with me in the semifinals. I was very nervous because last time I went against a seventh grader I lost and was knocked out from the tournament. But this time I was a lot better at chess than before so I had not a lot of doubts even though a lot of people thought that the grade seven was going to win.
When I was in elementary school I wasn’t the brightest kid. In fact, I always got B’s, C’s, and sometimes a D at school. Despite getting that score, my parents rarely got mad at me. As a kid, I would always wondered why my parents never care about it, and a lot of time I would think to myself that none of my parents is actually care about me. Going home from school, I got jealous of my friends that got picked up by their parents.
Growing up through middle school years, I had conformed to settling for whatever grades I got and not really working hard. When the transition was made to high school, I truly learned how much work would have to been put in for to make average grades, much less above average ones. At the beginning,
I had waited till the last second. I was going to blow any second now. I can’t believe I let Jack use the bathroom before me! He needed to go, and I was trying to be nice. Screw being nice!
I hated it. Everything about it made me want to run away. The students, the teachers, my classes, just everything. I sat alone in lunch and I had no friends to hang around with. I got bullied.
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.
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
Seventh grade was fantastic, but I would like to change a few things for next year. Next year in eighth grade, I need to increase my vocabulary, participate more in class, and stop procrastinating. I need to increase my vocabulary. I can read more books to learn new words. Whenever I don’t know a word, I can ask others for the definition or look in a dictionary and remember the definition for the next time I encounter the word.
Our Good Lunch I hated school, so much that I would stay home often. But that strong hatred ended when I came to middle school. Most people hated middle school, but not me, I loved middle school. The new environment helped me meet my best friend, Delia. Delia, unlike me, is someone who isn’t afraid to make new friends.
College algebra is fast paced! The work is hard but rewarding up to this point. I’ve found success in studying but realize that I need to keep up with the pace of the class more and by being creative in how I reach my goals. The more I learn, the more I find examples of in society and the world around me.
Every once in awhile I look back on the first day I met Ryan. It was the day I entered Middle School. At the end of that first school day, I emptied my locker and realized I was carrying an armload of textbooks. This was the usual procedure for the start of any school year. Anyway, I started the walk home and noticed Ryan carrying even more books than I was.
First Day of Middle School I was trudging to school on a crisp summer day. I had lazily wriggled myself out of bed about a half an hour ago. It was my first day of school at Sartell Middle School and I was shaking in my shoes I was so nervous. I was a 7th grader and had just switched schools to Sartell.
I knew my middle school career was over when I almost blinded my principal. Sure, I knew laser pointers could hurt someone 's eyes, or so I was told. Never had I ever used a laser pointer before, so who better to test it out on than the principal himself? Right? Apparently not.
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.
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.
