Middle School Personal Statement

Ah, Junior High. Those awkward years between sixth and ninth grade when I had no earthly idea what to do with myself. I remember them well. I had to get used to being in a school that wasn’t an elementary school, the way older kids were acting, and how things were in my new school.

There are few certainties of what one will encounter during life. A common joke names two: death and

The teenage years often set the trajectory for a person's life. It is my hope that with an engaging youth program that speaks the Gospel to the needs of teenagers to help them realize their identity, vocation, and gifts. It is my hope to create an dynamic, exciting environment for youth ministry that speaks blatantly about the issues the student's are facing and present an open opportunity for confession and doubt. I believe in challenging youth to form their own faith and embrace a habit of spiritual disciplines that will remain beyond their teenage years. I also believe that discipleship is pivotal in fostering ones faith. I feel called to form networks of relationships between teenage peers, adult leaders, and parents to help instruct

I am a professional educator, father, husband who loves sports, and is fascinated by weather. I taught social studies in Pemberton, NJ from 2004-2012 and then I took three years off to be a stay at home dad. Since 2015 I have split my time between Timberlane Middle School and Lawrence Middle School. Two of my favorite things to do that are not technology or education related are watching the New York Mets and enjoying the beach. I love New Jersey, but my wife and I dream of living near the beach in a state with a warmer climate.

In Middle School, where we were still growing up as adults, we did not like following the rules. I was in 9th grade. That day the bell rang for our next class and me and my friends did not want to go to our next class right away. We waited outside the room for our next class and chilled and talked. Me and my friends were in class all day and we wanted to let go of some energy. We kept talking and if our teacher came, we would go into the class right away. Our school did not like students to hang out in the hallway because they made too much noise. We did not care, we still chilled outside the class. We talked about new shoes and what we were going to do after school. It was so much fun because I had not seen my friends since 8th grade and it was the

I walked into the loud building so scared and nervous. I couldn't believe today was the day. The day i'm finally in middle school. That day was the day that I could officially call myself a Vista Verde Middle School student. When I walked into the building the bell had rung for us to proceed to class. On my I spotted one of my very good friends, Esmeralda. After I said hi to her I walked to my first period class which is room 403 and my teacher is Ms. Blasnek.

I believe I can help to be a positive influence on the incoming freshmen by using my skills, qualities, and experiences to help their transition into a new beginning.

I am writing because I have some advice I would like to offer you based on my own experience. I’m writing this letter to help you get prepared for middle school and survive middle school. There are three ways you're going to survive middle school.

There's ups and there's downs, twists and turns lessons to be learned. A lost young boy trying to get through day by in a world that seemed a little bit too unfair. In middle school i didn't understand, i had no care in the world i thought I was invincible, no worries, no problem. I took my reality and turned into a dream to deal with the nightmares that haunted me at night. I just needed a second chance, i needed an awakening. Looking back on it now i wish i never taken the chances i had and opportunities granted.

It was the first day of middle school and so much had changed in just a few months. It wasn't because I was going to a new school, it was because 7th grade was the year I decided I was going to wear the hijab. A hijab is a scarf Muslim women decide on wearing as a cover for their hair; a way to show modesty. I never thought that something that I had grown up around; would be such a hard thing to do myself. I grow up with me mom and sisters wearing the hijab; I never once saw it affect them in their daily lives, so I never thought it would affect mine. When the time came and I decided to wear the hijab; none of my friends expected it, everyone started asking me questions about it. Even though I didn't mind answering the questions, I just

This is Mary McLeod Bethune School of North Lawndale in Chicago, and I am the new principle this year. Due to the poor economy around the school, things have been left to the way side, but I pray help give some hope back. Students are set back and 8th grade for some are their big celebration but I want to see them graduate high school. I want to be sitting in the audience at high school graduation and go those are my kids. Some issues at Bethune are based in the school makeup and location, teachers, readings levels, and the children encouragement.

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness,broken promises,regrets,first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no trouble, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, surrounded by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt helpless.

At twelve-years-old, starting Junior High was struggle for me. It wasn’t because anyone was bullying me or because my friends left me and I was surrounded with drama, it was actually personal inflictions. Junior High was stressful, the natural fear of not being accepted at me, a few months before my dear friend Ruby moved from Clovis to San Francisco. It was all just a lot, and in sixth grade I felt a little… betrayed by my long time guy friend. It hurt to know we’d never be friends again, no matter how hard I wanted to start over. That, and just being a normal teenage girl, I was often feeling misunderstood and under deep pressure from my family. It was a very depressing few years and there were even times when I became jealous and hateful and I

The commitment I have in providing first grade service is reflected in my 4+ years of experiences in administration and customer service domains. My specialties include a comprehensive background in providing critical administrative support, aptitude for assessing and identifying opportunities for process improvement backed by proven ability to generate solutions to administrative issues. I have built a reputation as a self-directed professional with excellent communication, interpersonal and operational planning skills. My dedication, experience, and ability to create and maintain high levels of efficiency and productivity has been recognized by senior management with resounding praises and multiple recognitions.

Senior year can be a moment of truth for college students. It is the time where we make life-changing decisions about our future, and while many of my friends have chosen to take a year off to “figure it out,” I have always been certain of the path I would like to take. When asked what they would like to do with their lives, many of my fellow peers cringe with the thought of such responsibility; however, when asked what I want to do with my life, the answer seems rather simple. As cliché as it may sound, I have only ever wanted to make a difference.