Martin Luther High School: A Short Story

One day in Lindley Middle School there were two girls in Mr. Foreman’s classroom and their names were Anazia Maisonet-Snell and Lanecia Hayward. So as they were just sitting in class doing their work Lanecia decided she was going to take Anazia’s pencil case because her pencil broke and when Anazia saw Lanecia took her pencil case Anazia said, “Give me back my pencil case” and Lanecia didn’t which made Anazia very upset. Then Anazia got louder because she knew that that would make Lanecia give back her pencil case. Since Lanecia gave Anazia back her pencil case Lanecia didn’t bother trying to take it again.

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

Martin Luther King, Jr., said that he wished for the day when his children “would be judged not by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.” Write about a time in your life when the content of your character was tested.

I remember my mom waking me up early and telling me to get dressed quickly. I had no clue where we were going. My mom kept repeating that we were to go on a road trip. She still wouldn’t tell me where. We got off the highway and the first thing I noticed was that my phone didn’t have any service. There was one road that we took for a good thirty minutes, then my mom stopped the car. I read the sign that said “Eagle Hill School”. I was very confused. We went on a tour of the campus and I still didn’t understand why we were there. All at once, it clicked in my head; I was going to attend here in September. At first, I was upset that my parents would make me go to school just for the learning disabilities that I have. I had the idea that people would make fun of me back at home for going to a disabilities

During the 8th grade one day, the results for the SHSAT came back. I remember sitting in my social studies classroom, pressing my hands together praying to get into Stuyvesant. The teacher handed out the envelopes with the results, calling the students one by one. “Jacklin, Amanda, Anthony…”, she slowly called out. It was in alphabetical order and since my last name starts with a “Y”, my envelope was at the bottom of the pile. I closed my eyes and waited, until my teacher called out my name. As I heard “Kevin”, I quickly walked to grab my envelope and returned to my seat, slowly raising the flap with my index finger and thumb. I slowly grabbed the paper with my results and unfolded it. Paying no attention to what other information was on the sheet, I read “Stuyvesant High School”. At that moment I felt tremendous joy and wanted to shout at the top of my lungs. I wanted to faunt my success and push my paper onto everyone in the classroom, telling them about how hard I worked for three years for this test. With a smile on my face I looked up and realized that the entire classroom was filled with weeping and silence. To my left, one classmate covered his face with his arms and I could see a droplets of tears on his chin. On my right, I saw other students staring at their results with a blank look on their faces. The mood in the room only grew worse by the minute and I stared down at my results, folded it, and put it back into my bookbag. I wiped my smile off my face and rose as the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Outside the classroom was worse, the hallways were filled with more depressed and crying students with dead looks on their faces. How could I express my happiness in front of hundreds of students that just had their dreams crushed this day. I turned to the school exit and slowly walked out and happened to bump into a friend of

Melba, who is just a teenager had to face hardships greater than any teenager should have. She faced excruciating troubles like her loss of education because of her movement on integration and the temporary loss of her mom’s job which affected her and her family because she went to a school called Central High. How do you justify such a stressful, life-threatening, and bloodcurdling experience she has been in? I certainly believe Melba’s integration of Central High was not worthwhile.

Ten years after all of the drama with TJ and the Wallace’s, Cassie gets transferred to an all white Jefferson Davis school. On the first day of school Cassie walks on the bus with all of the white kids, as she was walking to the back of the bus the white kids were staring at her in a weird way that makes her spit on a white kid before she even gets to sit down. She then gets thrown off the bus and has to walk in the mud with a black kid, Scotty Smith that had moved here two days ago. When Cassie figured out that a boy was moving into a house in front of their house she was blushing. As they were walking to the school it was very awkward because Cassie likes Scotty Smith, but she didn’t have the courage to tell him before they had to split apart to go to their different schools.

I went to Ebenezer Middle School in Rincon Georgia for all three years. By the time I had made it to middle school I had adjusted to uniforms and the new people in a new district.I was upset that the uniform shirts were now green, and I had grown used to the navy blue shirts from fifth grade. I was very excited to start switching classes more and I was ready to start playing an instrument. In middle school we had A days and B days. Everyday it switched between the two. Everyday you would still go to your main classes, but the fifth class would switch everyday. That fifth class was an elective, and I had band as one of them all four years. In eighth grade I had the option to do band everyday so obviously I chose to do that.

Young, but driven, Jorge began dancing in the spring of his senior year at Sharyland High School. He was welcomed into Melba's School of Dance's family where he was introduced to ballet, tap, jazz, hip hop, and folklorico.

“ 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.

Until sixth grade, I went to Shepherd Christian Elementary School. Once I moved on to sixth grade, I had to switch to a school that went through high school. I didn’t want to leave my friends; I was scared. I was touring multiple schools to see where God was leading us. When I came to Liberty, I immediately felt loved. Liberty was much larger than my old school. On the first day, I felt at home.

I have been coaching and menoting in Asbury Park for some thirty years. I am writing this character letter on behalf of Kyle Weedon, Jr., who attends the Martin Luther King Middle School. Knowing Kyle is an excellent student in the classroom, this letter will express his sportsmanship and work habits on the football as an athlete.

It was March when I received the letter from Gwinnett County School , saying that I will be attending Berkmar Middle School for my 8th grade year. I smiled, but then the thought of my friends made my face to a frown. I guess things happen for a reason. Later, that day I showed my mom the letter and she asked “ What's that ?”

“Imagine there’s no countries, it isn’t hard to do. Nothing to kill or die for, and no religion too. Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say that I’m a dreamer but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us and the world will be as one.” This quote is by John Lennon. I think it refers to what happened on August 28th 1963, a hot summer day when a quarter of a million people showed up on the steps of the Lincoln memorial. That day was the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, brought together by civil rights groups and religious groups at the time, king gave a speech to try and open the countries eyes about it. Just a year earlier, only 6.7% of African Americans were able to vote in the state of Mississippi. The

It all started when I went back to public school, I knew I was different from all the other kids, no one liked me, I had no friends, everyone made fun of me, and I hated it. It was the first day of sixth grade and I was excited, but I knew that I needed to make new friends because I left all my friends at my other school. I wasn’t smart, so I had to be put in the regular classes with all the bad kids. They weren’t smart and they didn’t care about school, but I just had to deal with it. Almost every day someone asked me why I was in the regular classes, all I said was that I’m not that smart, they made fun of me, and it hurt me. It kept getting worse, I couldn’t make friends because everyone would bully me and call me names.