nervous about school tomorrow,” I exclaimed. “What if I don’t make any new friends? Then Middle School would be very boring,” I decided. I began to ask my mom some questions, sitting nervously at my house. “Zachary, there are always kids who will share the same interests or hobbies with you.” My mom started, “Just don’t worry about it you will be fine.” Friends are very important over the course of a lifetime. Without any people to hang out with, it will just make Middle School even worse
Middle School was supposed to be a place where you make friends, learn, and figure things out about yourself. I definitely did some learning, but let’s just say it was not the exact way I expected it to be. Now as a Mentor, working in the same school I attended, I realize how much fun I’d have in Middle School if i were a student now. It’s a different generation, a generation some say is completely lost but observing the way these students interact with each other is positively different then it
that I haven’t seen in many years, along with other two faces I remember. Especially clothing caught my attention, being that around middle school the casual dark blue jeans,white shirt, and bad 2007 haircuts. Let’s just say that middle school’s around 2000’s wasn’t the great year for hairstyles. Focusing closer on the background it was a picture of the old middle school I attended when I was around the 6th or 8th grade; I’m not really sure myself it’s been a while. Anyways back to the photo, it was
to this the last game of the season and we already lost to this team once. well i wouldn't call it a loose I would call it a blowout a murder slaughtered anything but not a loose and here we are again the same place at our court at Northwestern Middle School 6th grade basketball and most people say championships don't really count in 6th grade but this was not a championship for us this win or lose goes to heart this is not about a trophy it is about redemption. As I step on to the court. I was thinking
understanding Math and English concepts in middle school. Many days I would come home and ask my mother for help with my homework and she would not help me because she did not know how to do it herself. At the time I just though she just did not want to help me, but as I grew up I realised that it was honestly because she hardly spoke English and did not stay in school long enough to learn the curriculum being taught to me. Many days
events from my childhood that I cannot let go is, Red Bank Middle school. What life looks like if I did let RBMS go, and lastly, some techniques which includes; letting go of those who we need forgiveness from, and forgiving myself in general. First, my experience that I cannot let go is without a single doubt is the way my middle school teachers treated me. I went to Red Bank Middle School for 3 years. I swear to god that was the worst school I have ever been to. It was so much of an abomination I
believe it to be, as “what goes around comes around”. People who you had once helped would ignore you, thinking that you were weird and uncool for doing a beau geste for the sake of others. During my middle school years, my parents had been separated for a while and I was the epitome of a shut-in, both at school and at home. At lunch breaks, I ate quickly and holed myself up in the library, cynically enjoying my solitude, and I was surprisingly shy of a few classmates who, now that I look back upon those
always craved to be better than others. I always wanted to be the person that everyone else followed. So in school I tried my hardest. In middle school I joined the avid program we had because those kids were the role models of the class. I joined asb too because those were the kids with the most school spirit. As soon as I got to high school I kinda lost myself, I was stuck in this huge new school with a bunch of new people. How was I supposed to become a leader? There were way too many people and I
something fancy because I could hear the sizzle of the batter getting poured onto the pan. I quickly finished eating so that I won’t be late, because I remembered that last year we would always get stuck at the traffic light in front of the school. When I got to Urbana Middle, I went to my homeroom class and sat next to my best friend Julianna. “I can’t wait to see who is in my first period class,” I said. “Me too! I have science
day at an American middle school. It was in late August of 2013, that day I woke up to my radio alarm at seven in the morning. I was not used to waking up that early, but the sunshine and chirping of birds made me feel positive about the coming day. I brushed my teeth and put on black dress pants and a white blouse, common school attire for Russian students. As my aunt came over to drive me and my cousin to school that morning, I checked myself in the mirror, grabbed my school bag packed with notebooks