As a small, scrawny, confused 8th grade boy, the transition from a coed middle school - Roger Ludlowe Middle School - to Fairfield Prep was an enormous step for me socially and academically. At that time in my life, I was unsure if Fairfield Prep was going to be a good fit for me: all I had ever heard about the school were glowing reports from my older sister's friends who attended. Fortunately, looking back at it, attending Fairfield Prep was one of the most impactful and beneficial decisions I have ever made for myself as it inspired me to be "open to growth". This institution has not only pushed me academically, but it allowed me to stretch my comfort-zone and become more comfortable with myself.…
Amelia stepped into her room a huge smile on her face. Grand Ridge Creek boarding school, one of the most prestigious boarding school in the country and she got in, despite popular belief she was quite smart and although she got there mainly on an athletic scholarship her grades had been good enough. Squealing she took the empty bed placing her bags on top. “You bring enough,” The strained voice asked coming in carrying three bags.…
I was 10 years old. I looked from the edge of the mat, unaware about the endeavor I was about to take the moment my foot touched that mat. I finally decided to walk on, like they had taught me by bowing, it was the first of a near million times I was going to do this. I was a white belt, at the best taekwondo centers in the area. All the kids, stood to the side eerily silent, waiting for instructions.…
I did not realize what was happening until after the warm colored leaves had disappeared beneath the snow, quite like my old self had disappeared beneath my new self. It was December and, I had always hated the winter months. That winter was supposed to bring record-breaking cold weather, and living in northern Illinois meant frostbite galore. All I did those days was sit in a box (I’ve called school) for eight hours, and get home with eight more hours of homework. At least I had homework to get my mind off of it, at least for a little while I could still be sane.…
It was 8th grade I was sitting in band class in the 8th grade in the back row, the trumpet section, when Mr.Jones was up front talking about a thing called district jazz band. I have no idea what it was but when I heard it I knew that it would be something I might want to do. I thought about it for a few days and then after class one day I asked him if he thought I should audition for it.…
Let's start with the basic things, I'm twelve years old, a boy from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and I attend Zion Heights J.H.S. I am about one hundred seventy four centimeters tall and I can also get really excited about the simple things. I am a weird person, I can be annoying, unusual, or stupid. For me as a person, I can be nice, open, or closed, it all varies. My point is that "I'm a man of many hats".…
Alyssa, the Tutor I was sitting in my sixth grade class, eager to see what we would be doing for the day. My teacher, Mrs. Sobus, was passing out papers from the tests we had last week. I had a feeling I did not do so well considering my scores from tests in the past. I anxiously sat in my seat and looked around the big, white classroom covered in shark images. As I looked around, I saw everyone talking to each other and being happy with their grades and there I sat with a devastated face.…
I attended three elementary schools Mckinley, Bessie Owens primary and Bessie Owens Intermediate. At the end of my sixth grade year, i was excited to go to junior high for many reasons. I was looking forward to having lockers and multiple classes. When I got to Tevis I thought the campus was really big and being late to class would be common. I also thought I was not going to have that many friends because I came from another school district.…
Swing Set She always jumped over the cracks in the sidewalk, like any other person once did. The skipping always helped her forget about the bruises on her legs, the swelling of her lip. Her heart would always beat faster, her thoughts would always be wilder, the very moment she took off her shoes to embrace the warm April sand.…
Angevine Middle School in Lafayette. The school is very large. One side of the hallway is lockers and the other side is a window. The classroom my group has their activities is in the Special Education room. The room has big windows, Christmas lights, colorful pictures and other things that are visually appealing.…
School is like a six-hour walk on a rainy day, it’s not fun. But, when you’re surrounded by the right people it’s not so bad. Hidden Oaks Middle School, you start at seven and end at two. Five days a week, eight hours a day.…
Mrs. McGrath tells us to clean up and sort our belongings. She reminds us to read over the weekend and not forget our homework. I gather up all my schoolwork and put them in my neatly sorted desk. I reach in for my homework folder and make sure my assignments are in there. Mrs.McGrath sends us to our lockers to put our homework in our homework.…
The Blizzard By: Noah Zepeda “Do you guys want to skip class today at school” Charlie said while riding the bus to school with me and Emin. “Yeah let's do it” I asked Emin if he wanted to. “Do you want to skip class with me and Charlie at school. “Sure” Emin said, But I can tell he didn’t want to.…
This is the story of my life of when I was an ignorant kid, to when I am a kinda less ignorant person. As my life successes in my 6th Grade Class helped me as an individual and scholar. The failures in my 2nd grade which still are hard for me today, while reading and writing. My greatest strengths is the ability to calculate long and hard numbers in my head. Or how I can’t concentrate is my greatest weakness.…
I wake up in the morning, i get ready, drink my coffee and scroll thru the mornings news. I put my shoes on and was on my way to school. Driving to school with all my friends in the morning is fun, it makes you forget how awful school really is. I get to school, park my car and walk into 1st period. My teacher then proceeds to ask us for our essays due from the night before.…