The alarm clock is one of the most feared household objects. Waking up in the morning has always been a struggle for me and it is likely because I was up the prior night doing homework or catching up on social media. Other nights may include hanging out with friends, joking around even though we ought to be sleeping. In sixth grade, however, I hated my alarm because it reminded me of the upcoming day.
In my early years of schooling, I was the “cool” kid of my class. I kissed a girl during naptime and would sing the beginning of “Drop It Like It’s Hot” for my sister’s friends. I even got a “needs improvement” for talking during class. I asked questions, and unlike my peers, was attracted to learning; my peers started to ignore me. By sixth grade, I had few friends. I lost interest in classes that had been previously intriguing and was simply going through the motions of daily life. Some girls in my English class even nicknamed me “Eeyore” because of how incessantly sad I was.
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I reluctantly agreed. A few weeks later, I was happier than I’d been in months because I finally belonged. While most of the cast members were in high school, I, being in seventh grade, looked up to each of them. They included me in their conversations, and although I did not say much, they listened when I did. There was such a wide variety of people in the show, ranging from an honors student who taught me how to solve a Rubik's Cube, to another who went on to major in opera and vocal
The lunch bell rang loudly in my ear as I packed up my materials from math class. As soon as Mrs. Millie released our class, I raced everyone else in our grade to my locker so I wouldn’t have to wait in the back. I quickly entered the combination into my lock, snatched my lunch box from the top shelf and met up with Whitney by the cafeteria doors to get a good table that wasn’t in the back corner where we normally sat. “So, how have you been since...
I was one of those kids who didn’t go my own way, I liked to follow the crowd and do what all the other kids did. I wasn’t really taught to be social and talk to other kids as much as I wish because I’m really shy, and I don’t talk to many people. I wish things could of been different with schooling and my personal life. Even though the way teachers taught was good, I don’t think
I wanted to be them. I loved hearing the crowd as they would lose their composure at the announcement of the Homecoming Queen. It invigorated my emotions, and filled my heart with confidence and acceptance. I was amazing. Upon entering high school, I strived to make new friends and acquire everyone’s approval, even that of my teacher’s.
At that time I was struggling in life; I was downsized out of my part-time job that I really enjoyed, my family had to put down the dog that I grew up with, and I found myself with a lack of motivation. After consulting with my parents, I immediately signed up for the next class, beginning in November
The transition from middle school to high school is what shaped me the most and this adjustment has changed me in both good and bad ways. As a freshman, I enrolled in a private school, called Bridgemont High School. It was a very small school and did not have the same help as the public schools offered. I didn 't have an ELD class and classes providing extra help were limited. Eld means einglish language development, these classes are classes to help develop your english speaking skills even though i can speak english i had poor grammar.
Guess what the hardest thing I have ever done? It was to think about how I felt the last 11 years of my life and describe that on around three pieces of paper for your middle school application. Just imagine three weeks of visiting 5 schools, in the middle of the school year. It is the dreadful first day of the week, and the sun is waking up in Virginia Beach at the Helman’s house.
Coming back from summer vacation is difficult, but coming back and having to start in a totally new environment makes it even harder. I remember coming back and being confuzed. Not just academically, but also socially. I would wonder how I would fit in with my new peers, and if I would start falling behind in my classes. Lucky for you, I have some advice for you, so you can do your absolute best in Jr. High, whether it’s academically, socially, or anything about personal responsibility, I’ve got you covered.
When I decided that I would do something recognizable, it would be my final year at Renbrook and I didn’t want to be another face in the crowd I wanted to be someone who
“Nothing will work unless you do.” -Maya Angelou Entering my Junior year of high school I was forewarned about the most important and hardest year of my high school career, the year was looking more negative than positive from the advice given. Despite those comments I decided to enter with a positive mindset starting with my soccer season. I had been playing since I was 6, captain of my middle school team, injured my freshmen year, and was having one of the best seasons my Junior year for both my school team and out of school league.
Throughout my year, I learned that it doesn’t matter to me how popular I am or to do things that make me cool. “‘Cause I love how it feels when I break the chains” describes me breaking away from what I used to think and start making new opinions. Now, at the end of 8th grade, I don’t care about popularity or doing the cool thing. It doesn’t really bother me when I do something differently than other people in my
Let’s move on. Moving to high school, this is where it becomes permanent. Between the ages of 13-17 I had figured out for certain who I was and what I wanted to become. So I did it. The first two years were a bit rocky, I’ll be honest.
This really made me feel down, as just the year before, I was the 2nd overall chair in my class. For a few weeks, my confidence really wavered; However, with the encouragement of some upperclassmen, I eventually decided to move on to the next thing. All-Region, the real deal was only a month away. By using my failure as motivation, I discovered a work-ethic I never knew I had, practicing more than I had before. Every day, I would get back home and the first thing that was on my mind was practicing the trombone.
These days in highschool there are 2 major groups of kids that walk the halls. There are many differences between these 2 groups and many stereotypes that go along with them. These 2 groups of students are the popular kids and the outsiders or awkward kids. The popular or cool kids are the leaders of the school in most people’s minds.
Rationale Coolness and popularity haunts every teenagers mind, and triggers them to act in a certain manner, wear certain things or even, adopt a certain personality that may not be their own. I fall under the middle strata of the social hierarchy existent in my school. Neither am I the “coolest” and most popular, nor am I the least popular. However, I see both the extremes every day when I go to school, and it intrigues me to think of questions like what made the ‘cool’ guys popular, what made the ‘uncool’ guys “uncool”. What are the factors that affect them being cool?
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.