Lincoln 4th Grade Center: A Short Story

Growing up in Chicago, I attended a neighborhood school from preschool through first grade. Although it was an exceptional school for elementary kids, the education for middle school and high school students was not as adequate. Seeking a better place to raise their children, my parents were faced with a tough choice. When I was in 2nd grade, our family made the decision to move to the suburbs. On July 3rd, we all packed into our Honda minivan and drove 45 minutes to a new home in the town of Winnetka. Within my first year at Crow Island, my new school, I learned so many new things. I started playing the violin and speaking Spanish, neither of which were offered at my old school. I met my best friends that I'm still close with now. Over the

When I was younger I went to an elementary school in a very urban area. Most of my classmates

Canton, Georgia was the city where I was raised from the time I was seven years old. The quiet neighborhood was where most of my friendships were developed. The majority of my friends rarely left Canton. We attended the same elementary, middle and high schools and played on the same sports teams. My upbringing is what most would consider a normal, American childhood. During the summer before my sophomore year in high school, we were given the opportunity to move to the city of Chicago for one year due to my father’s job which required relocation. That August we moved to Lincoln Park, a neighborhood in the city. Moving to Chicago was a new opportunity to live in a metropolitan city. Since I never lived outside of the suburbs, I was not sure what to expect. Jones College Prep, a highly

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.

As I visited my old middle school Thursday night, and was talking to some of my friends,

Going from Quaker Farms Elementary School in Oxford to Mitchell Elementary School in Woodbury was a huge change that I hadn’t experienced yet when I was eight. Most importantly, the people I would be spending six hours a day with were completely different, and I didn’t know a single person in the new school. Thankfully, my new classmates were welcoming and were open to talking to me from the moment I got there. In addition, the teachers were very nice and helped me find my way around. Besides the people in my new school being different, the school itself was also a lot different. The level of learning in Woodbury seemed to be different than Oxford, and the layout of the school wasn’t anything close to what I was used to.

Being a first grader in Hudson, Ohio can lead to many laughs to say the least. Who knew what would entail on a late, wet, October afternoon. All seven-year-olds love the competitiveness of a good game of tag, but nobody knew this outing was going to be taken this far. There was a great sense of pride in winning a game of tag, yet surely enough it can all be taken away.

Sixth grade was possibly the worst year of my life. There were so many fights and I moved for the last time. I never had any real friends until sixth grade because my mother moved me around so much. I moved from place to place, got robbed a few times. My life was pretty eventful. I started sixth grade in another school, before Reeds Brook, and I didn’t fit in anywhere in my old school, so I was by myself a lot of the time. Soon, every summer i came to see my dad, he lived in Hampden and spoiled me with money because my mother never did. Soon I became ‘Damaged’ in my mother’s eyes and she didn’t seem to care nor want me anymore. At that time, I was in Maine, ready to go back, home. The thing was that i didn’t want to go home,

Every story has a conflict, but do they always have a winner? Not all conflicts have a winner. As external conflicts, most of the time, have a winner; also, internal conflicts happen in the head of someone or something, and often don’t have a winner because there is only one person in the conflict.

The school was much bigger than my Elementary School, Stonehurst Hills, there were a lot more kids or students that attended this school, and I couldn’t find my old or current friends. I felt like a fish out of water. As the months went on, I progressively got more and more lonely. I never got to see any of my old friends and when I did see them it would only be for a few seconds. Either I see them in a hallway or during lunchtime.

It was my first year at this school, and I’ll be honest, I was scared to death. At the time, I lived in El Paso, Texas and I was attending El Fida P. Chavez Elementary. I was in 2nd grade and I had done a decent job at making friends if I do say so myself. I have and probably always will be very athletic, and at the time I was in soccer and did a large amount of outdoor activities.

She was “pregnant” twice in middle school. Once from “a completely real guy from another school” and another time from “a totally not fake old flame from daycare who had come back into her life.” Just more of her stories I was so used to by this point, however it was middle school and she was boy crazy enough to convince people it was true. Both pregnancies mysteriously ended in miscarriages when she started getting close to being found out.

As I attended my sophomore year here, I had no friends. On the first day of school, my first friend was Arianna Passi--who I am absolute best friends with up to this day, my senior year. From there, new friendships with basically half the high school started to form with me and I wasn’t used to being friends with people in different grades, because it wasn’t like that back at home. I realized how much more smaller the school was even getting to

Late a minute and we have to run Eyes half open, shoelaces undone We reach school and we see our friends, Immediately, the torture ends. Today I hurry off to school, To work, learn and play. I'm in a brand new grade this year.

The friends one has in elementary school may differ when they transition to middle school and high school. Similarly, as they go off to college, being that they know no one, they are forced to make new friends. Then, because there is