It was the Spring of my 8th grade year, and while most kids in my grade would consider Algebra as something they learned, I got to learn a life lesson about self-control. I was attending a private Christian school that year, and had been there since 4th grade. I had a few close friends, but also made a few enemies. I had a real issue with one student named Ethan and he would consistently get under my skin every chance he had by saying negative comments or making jokes about me. Instead of seeking help from teachers, I would just try to forget about it and move on. But every negative comment and joke they made really did get to me. During middle school I often dealt with anger and insecurity. Eventually all of these comments built up in me
6.1.3 Semester 2 Final Exam Immediately after we are born, we start picking up sounds; the sound of our mother’s voice, the music playing in the elevator on the way to the car, and the happy cheers from a small child seeing their new sibling for the first time. We are
Personal Narrative Essay It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.
I moved to south east corner of Georgia in little ole Waycross. You probably don't know where that is but imagine dirt roads, mud, bad weather, and alligators and that's where i moved to. I was enrolled in Williams Heights Elementary School and placed in Mrs. Rodgers class but my trouble making days weren't over. I always was messing with my teacher by erasing what she had written on the board or just being defiant. I was so bad that one day i decided to start a food fight in lunch by launching milk cartons like mortars. This sparked the immediate retaliation of the opposing table and since i threw the first milk carton i was the one who got in trouble. When I went to the Principal's office the principal said
Why is confidence so important? During my early years I was bullied in and out of school. My first experience with bullying started when I was in daycare. A girl named Kelly started bullying me. Every time I saw her she would talk about either my hair or my clothes or the way I looked. One day, my brother and Kelly’s sister were watching Kelly and I. Kelly’s aunt had told her to leave me alone. And after her aunt left the room, Kelly started pushing me to see what I would do and after a while I got really angry, so I punched her in the face. As her aunt came back in the room, she saw Kelly on the floor with me standing over her. Kelly’s Aunt then said, “Did I not tell you to leave her alone.” After that experience I knew that I had the
When I was in middle school, I truly didn’t care for school. I just thought it was a mandatory part of the everyday adolescent child. I came to school each day dreading the fact that I have to sit for hours and listen to lectures that I thought to myself that I don’t need in the future. It was the beginning of the second semester in eighth grade, I was called in by my advisor. She told me that if I don’t improve my grades, I would have to repeat a grade, and I would have to wait two years until I enter high school. This unnerving fact stopped me in my tracks, and I remember the cold feeling that suddenly surged through my body. There was a possibility that I could fail and repeat a grade. And so I thought to myself, is this really how I want to continue my life? Is
When I was in the second grade we had a new student in our class named Yvonne. Yvonne had recently arrived from Haiti and knew very little English. Due to the fact that she didn’t understand English a whole lot, the other kids in my class thought it would be funny to call her names and bully her. One day we were at electives. Our class was divided into two, some going to Dance others going to Drama. The doors were across from each other so we could see what was happening. I was in Dance, as well as Yvonne. We were practicing our routine for Ciara’s “1, 2 step”. Yvonne was quick to pick up the dance and was amazing at it, which I think made the other kids in our class resent her. Our instructor dismissed us 5 minutes early to pack up our things. I quickly went to my corner and grabbed my backpack. When I looked up I saw a bunch of girls surrounding Yvonne. I remember hearing them calling her names like ‘ugly’ and ‘loser’. I noticed that no one moved to defend her. One of the girls actually pushed her to the ground and took her backpack dumping all her things on the floor; that’s when I acted. I pushed my way through the girls and placed myself in front of Yvonne. I grabbed her backpack out of the girl’s hand pushed her and called her a ‘mean witch for making fun of Yvonne’. I also told the other girls that if they messed with Yvonne, they would have to
In 1978, when I was 14, my family moved from Phoenix, AZ to Cerritos, CA; a small city in the heart of the greater Los Angeles area. Phoenix was mainly White, Barry Goldwater conservatives trying their best to hold onto 1950’s Americana, but Los Angeles in the late 1970s was
I was a first grader at Esqueda Elementary School. I had a mean teacher that never let you go to the restroom no matter how many times you asked. Would call your parents if you didn't finish your homework. I would get distracted easily and would never comprehend what I
Uffe Berserker I charged forward, pushing my way through the other warriors. I clenched my teeth and growled as hard as I could, trying to send fearless vibes. On the inside I am terrified- why in Helheim would I ever sign up to do this, what if I don’t make it home to my family? Or worse… what if I get captured and tortured?
The Rival Once upon of time there were these two boys that ran cross country their names were Amar and Will they both ran for Tupelo High cross country team,and they were the top 7th grade runners on the team. Will was a bit faster runner than Amar although Amar would run and train hard he just could not yet run as fast as Will but that would one day be his goal but for now that would have to wait. Competition season was fast approaching, our first real meet was the last Saturday of the month of August. The day of the race Amar was full of nerves because this was his first real race,yes he had trained but he had never ran against other schools. Amar thought to himself this is no Will, there are so many kids from other schools to try and
When I got to the blacktop of the school. I put on my hoodie and made my way to my classroom. Other kids kept giving me dirty looks, and others even yelled insults at me. But, I blocked the words from getting to me. Hours and hours passed which seemed to be an eternity. Chris and his friends sat behind me and I tried not to make eye contact with them, but they still tried to hurt me mentally and physically. I once tried to tell my teacher once, but all she would tell me was...
Cornered, Terrified, and feeling the despair of the situation creeping in, I was numb. Staring at Drew and trying to grasp the situation, a flash of rage overpowers my anguish as I suddenly have a flashback of Drew welcoming me into the squad with open arms. The warmth of that
The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.
As I walk into the building, I start thinking about how things can happen, such as how I can lose or how I can win. I see all the other fighters and suddenly, I get nervous and scared. My coach tells me to just think of them as another trainer.