Demarest Middle School: A Short Story

It was a regular day, but something felt different. I woke up brushed my teeth, washed my face, and ate some Captain Crunch Cereal, the best in the world. My mom walks in the kitchen and cries out “Jay you’re going to be late, get your things you need, so when the bus arrives you can run out the door”. I’m young

That’s right folks, you read the headline right! Lately in Reardan High School, the new student named Junior is the talk of the school. His real name is Arnold and he is a Indian who came from the Spokane Indian Reservation. We have asked his classmates about what are their opinions and thoughts about him. Most of them have said, their first impression of Junior was interesting, considering he was one of the first Indians willing to go to a school like Reardan. According to a classmate, Junior was in a fight where he punched a guy’s face. And ended up winning people’s respect, especially the guy he fought with. He is now dating the “prettiest girl” in the school and is fitting in with all of the kids. He recently tried out for basketball and

School was the same as yesterday, full of zoning out. When I got home from school I ran into my room and threw myself onto my bed. I laid there for a good ten minutes or so. I was scared to death, but at the same time I was so excited. I knew I would make it, but I was still terrified though. The fact that I was in the first group to go made me a lot more nervous. In a way it’s a good thing so I wouldn’t have to think about it and get more nervous than I already was. Once I had got ready I laid right back on my bed. I’m not sure why I was so tired, but I clearly was. If my mom wouldn’t have called me I would’ve been dead

I was a very shy and quiet kid compared to others growing up. Submerged among my peers and lost in the crowd, I felt more at ease and found myself mostly at home where the attention drifted far away from me. However, when teachers asked me to speak before the class or answer questions, uneasiness flooded me as though I stood before hundreds of strangers. While speaking, my different bonds of friendship to each and every person sitting in the room disappeared as apprehension controlled me and my voice shook with fright. This fear of public speaking came from my experiences during the first few years elementary school. When I attended Mission Park Elementary School, in 5th grade unfortunately, I didn’t enjoy reading. After a few months in class

VROOM! The bus goes when the engine starts and drives to school. Ugh! The thought of going to school again and beginning the 2nd grade in Maurice Hawk School. EH. I wasn’t so nervous because I had the same class as my friends. I know my teacher was so nice to me in 2nd grade, because basically all elementary school teachers are really nice to kids like me. Her name was Mrs. Ramirez. I had to run to different classes during that class like speech or just different subjects because I hate the thought of being late. When is was time for speech, my teacher picked my classmate and I up because we forgot to come to class. I know I just said that I hate the thought of being late, but hold your horses! It was only the first day! Give me a break! But anyways, while we were walking slowly and calmly in the hall, we started

One beautiful Monday morning, everything was calm (for now). I woke up very fresh, excited, and ready to go to school! It was a nice and sunny day, the best way to start a week. I woke up at 6:00 a.m and had a lot of time to get ready for the school day. After that I wore my clothes, did my hair, and brushed My teeth. Next, I had breakfast that included cereal, milk, and apple juice. My sister and I went outside and saw that my dad was waiting for us to get in the car, so that he can take us to school.

The bell had just rang, school was out. “Olivia, Mrs. Larsson calls.” Olivia is in 6th grade. Her teacher Mrs. Larsson talks to her every day after school telling her the same thing over and over. “You been misbehaving at lunch today”! But this time it was different. “Olivia it's your turn to stay after school and clean the room”. Olivia hated cleaning the room after school, she always ended up staying too late. “ Now run along and tell your mother, I don’t want her to worry like she did last time!” “Ok Mrs. Larsson.” I reply, I run to call my mom but she didn't answer, and my dad was at work so I couldn't call him. “Yup my mom knows.” I say, but she really didn't. “Ok then, well I am going to go home so behave yourself!” Mrs. Larsson says

“ In the early month of May at the Menifee Middle School, it was a normal day until ‘YES’, ‘HIT HIM’ ‘HIT HIM.’ Students were pilling out into the schoolyard toward the echoes of cheering. With the excitement in the air, it was the chance for students to grasp the glimpse moment of exhilaration.

School has always been an important part of my family's life. My parents worked several jobs to make sure my three siblings and I had what we needed for school. My grandmother always lectured us about doing well so we could get into a nice college - an opportunity she never had. I remember watching my older brother go off to kindergarten and throwing tantrums because I wanted to go too. My mother made sure we all knew our alphabet and nursery rhymes before we even got into school. We grew up with some disadvantages, but my family did what they could so that we were on the same playing field as all the other kids.

I am Mr. LaBreck. I am not the Principal of Chocksett Middle School in the Wachusett Regional School District. I am just an ordinary man who lives on a farm with an ordinary house. And ordinary animals. But something out of the ordinary happened

I’ve been at Barrington Middle School for three years. It is the place where I transitioned from a child bright-eyed and ready for the world, to the older, if not wiser young adult, that I am today. I’ve been here through the good times and the bad as I went from year to year. I am leaving this institution of knowledge more prepared because of AVID. I am leaving ready for my life ahead.

The school day did not start out as the normal routine and I was not used to this. I came in the classroom, set my backpack in my cubbie, and the teacher was watching the television screen. I cannot recollect what my teacher told the class about the events. Either I was too young to remember what she said or I was not paying attention. After everyone settled down, Mrs. Scholar began the school day. I remember some kids were leaving school. Their parents came and picked them up after just dropping them off an hour ago. Some of my classmates did not come to school that day at all. I

For years, past principals of Sherwood Middle School have grouped kids based on history and looks. It has brought the students to hatred of these staff members. For the past two years the oldest prisoners at Sherwood Middle School have had to endure the wrath of the strict and mean guards. Now there's a new one that is making the kids think twice. In the second paragraph, we will talk about the old principle, what he was like and what kids thought of him. In the third paragraph, we will talk a little about the new principal, why he's here and where he came from. Lastly, will we talk about how the students reacted and what they think of the change.

One Thursday morning when I was in the school with my friend two boys were picking on me and my friend it happen on the bus and the hallway. That made me and my friend upset me and my friend goes to Arnall Middle School. it happen 1 week ago. What happened was two boys were picking on us so we told them to stop. But they keep going so we told the teacher. So he was talking to them out of the classroom door. So they can have a conversation about bullying.

     Once my family and I arrived at our new house I was still very saddened because of the move and had trouble not getting mad at my parents. Summer went bye like it wasn’t even there and by the time school started I was very depressed. The new school I was going to was Naperville North High School which was about ten times the size of my old school in Pennsylvania in size and in the number of students. In my school in Pennsylvania there were about twelve students in each class, here the number runs around thirty two. The school building was so big I had a lot of trouble getting to class on time let alone finding them in the building. The school wasn’t what I was bothered by the most because it was the fact that I didn’t have any social life and I was a social person. There were a lot of different groups of people at my new high school, it was tough for me to fit in and meet new people. Everyone just knew me as the new kid and didn’t even bother to find out what my real name was. The first