Friend My Friend

His name was Jermaine Harris. I first met him at my cousin house and we started conversating then we realized we both go to the same school. He was a grade higher than me. Jermaine was light-skin, tall and had nice hair. Our schedules were different so I would leave my fifth period class to go down to the lunchroom to see him. We would only text, that was my only crush. Last time I saw Jermaine was in May at Shaw prom line-up. Periods at school were absolutely the worst. It was like the boys in my class knew when any one of us girls were on our monthly cycle. They would make fun of us, that would really annoy me. When it was my time I would try to keep my attitude from being real like nasty towards other. I kept a happy constant mood until I got home. People think I’m mean. People see me as a quiet person, but I am the most funniest, coolest person somebody could meet. For seventh and eighth grade the same people were in my class, and we became a family. Everybody in that class had a bond and we felt it couldn’t be broken. That couldn't be more true even though I transferred I still talk to everybody I had class with. Good to see everybody still in school, this our last year Some of us has jobs now, other playing sports one person is now pregnant but she still in school. Having these people as friends made middle school as great

Many of my friendships have changed between Elementary school and Middle school. In elementary school, pretty much everyone was your friend. As kids you accepted everyone much more openly and paid no attention to your differences. Then, as you get to Middle school everyone begins to try and find their place. Cliques began to develop and everyone had a group they belonged to. More drama and arguments began to arise as we transitioned into

It's funny how we have been in the same schools from elementary to high school, but it wasn't until high school when we first started talking to each other and really became friends... Or in my case became "fake friends" during our first two years of high school, that is. Crossly were hesitant to be friends in the begging but manage to continue our friendship through out high school. Anyhow, crazy how things came to be in the end, as close we have gotten and how helpful you been on bringing the best of me in school, especially when we had english class together back in freshman year in high school, believe me, if I wouldn't have chosen english nine and ten honors with you I wouldn't been as proud on my improvement in better developing my english

This paper is about me, Salvador p. Diego Jr.. It my Family, my interest and my goals. This is not a life story. This paper is a about me.

Well diary, it all started at CSY Middle School with by best bro, Landon. We were just talking in the locker-filled hallways all by ourselves, for school had been out for at least 25 minutes. All the kids had gone home, except for the ones at basketball practice in the gym. Then there were teachers grading papers or doing whatever teachers do after all the kids leave their classrooms. Everyone was gone, and we were alone making small-talk.

As the school years flew by, Tyler and I remained strong friends, in addition to the other strong friendships we had built within our friend group. At this point in time, it is surprising if we don’t talk every day, as we have several classes

Before I came to Baker Middle School, I attended elementary school in Laytonsville. I had a group of friends that consisted of five people, Olivia Fink, Olivia Pallas, Mason LeBlanc, Kody Johnson, and Stefan Jacob. The Olivia’s both attend this school alongside me, but sadly the other three attends a different school. I became friends with those three because we all had common interests in multiple categories such as cartoons and humor. I still keep in touch with them, but I know we aren’t as close as we used to be. With the Olivia’s we all became best friends in the first week of Kindergarten and we still have been by each other’s side since. We became friends because we all sat next to each other on our little chairs, and talked about anything

We both went to high school, and even more relatable, we both have medical issues and we both switched high schools. Headed into my freshman year I underwent surgery because of a tumor which was found in my cervical spine. The surgery left my right arm in complete paralysis. My first day of high school left me looking pretty pathetic. Walking in with half my face unresponsive due to nerve damage, a neck brace, and my right arm being controlled by the breeze, did not help me gain friends. People avoided me, I couldn’t tell if it was because they were afraid of breaking me more or because they didn’t want to be seen with me. Things started to change when a few of the seniors began to talk to me, and the teachers started to know me. I gained more friends through the process of social capital. Because of my new ties I was able to expand my group, so when went back for surgery in New York a whole class of people put together a “get well soon” package. High school was looking doable, but I was then presented with an option to transfer schools. The decision was hard, but I transferred. This new school would present me with more opportunities, just like Arnold’s new high school presented him with more opportunities, but just like him my old high school friends and school itself resented me. These changes in my life put me in new subcultures as well, which

Second period had just ended and you would see students walking out to the field. Taking it easy I approached the end of the ramp, I took a look around and I saw the many small cliques. I heard a faint voice call my name so I turned to see who it was. A teacher. She looked at me and signaled to come over. She had told me to talk to young girl who was by herself, just like me. I sat down next to her, we were both silent. I decided to break the ice and ask her a few questions and she asked some in return. We had some form of a conversation, and because of that we became friends. Best friends. I never knew that it was that easy, and soon after that our friendship circle became a lot bigger. I was able to laugh and smile just like how I saw the other students on the first day of school. I was able to come to school and enjoy it. When I was young I always thought that I would be attending Mira Mesa High School, I never had imagined graduating at High Tech High North County, until

When I was in kindergarten, the first of many schools I would attend, I made quite a few friends that year including some that I still know today. One of the friends that I made in kindergarten was a girl named Amelia. From kindergarten to 6th grade, we were good friends. Then, everything seemed to fall apart. Now, she seems to almost despise me for reasons that I do not know and hope to find out. Well from kindergarten to the end of third grade I was at St. Bridget’s in Watervliet. Then, from fourth grade to the first three weeks of sixth grade I was at St. Ambrose. Most of my friends from St. Bridget’s went to St. Ambrose after St. Bridget’s closed in third grade; so, I didn’t really need to make a lot of new friends or worry about being shy, because at that time in my life I was very shy. While I was at St. Ambrose, I made a friend name John, whom I still know and happens to go to CCHS “Catholic Central High School” (My current school) too. While I was at St. Ambrose, I pretty much did most of the bulletin board designing for my fourth grade teacher, Mr. Balcavage. He was really tall and he had huge hands. Some times in class he would pat some of us on our heads, and for most of us, his hand could have palmed our heads. While I was in fourth grade, my class and I were doing a project on the planets.

When we both entered separate high schools, we began to face a problem that we had never experienced or even thought about, distance. Beginning a new lifestyle with new friends and a new social environment without each other probably made our first year of high school the worst. Not being able to see each other every day created invisible barriers between the two of us. There were depressing situations where we needed the calming comfort of our best friend but we were a few kilometers away from each other. We later realized that it was in our best interest to learn how to adjust. By the 10th grade, we were able to manage our time and workload so we could make time for each other. We would text every day, if not, every other day and video chat using skype whenever we could. We would always start our conversations with a detailed update of what happened in our lives since the last time we talked. We managed to learn how to communicate with one another in such a way that it was almost like we did not miss a single

I once knew a man, a man by the name of Paul Baumer. I would not have considered myself to be a friend of his, or even an acquaintance. I observed him from afar, only talking to him during battle and for practical means. He was quite a cultured man, for he loved to write poetry and let his pen dance on his paper, leaving only their wake of dried ink behind. He was deeply affectionate towards his family as well, and wrote frequently to his poor mother, dying of cancer. I wished that one day, I could be half the man that Paul Baumer was.

Nicholas is more than a writer; he is a brother, a unicyclist, a piano player, a student of the German language, a cross-country runner, and a volunteer at a local hospital. His true passion, however,

She was very nice, sweet and friendly. I invited her to my house, we hung out to other places outside of school and she was VERY shy there too. 1 year passed, we chatted through Facebook and we made videocalls through Skype and watched movies together. It was great, because she was a good listener and I started telling her my inner secrets. She was also a great advisor and a great friend; she never betrayed me or failed in being a good friend. Now, we're in Senior year, and we're the bestest friends ever. And I REALLY am grateful of having her in my life - she literally made me a better person and made me feel hopeful again... This is just a shoutout to everyone who reads this; people can be more awesome than you think, and they can even change your

I’ve been in school for 13 years of my life ,i grew up with most of the same kids; We were a huge family almost, everyone always looked out for eachother.  I was participating in a lot  activities. Since the beginning of freshman year, I participated 3 years of color guard, i met new people with the same interest as me. Almost every friday we had a football game and Saturday's was our competition days; we all bonded as a section when we all got ready and did each others makeup. Then,