Why Is It Important To Be A 16-Year-Old Kid?

At 15 years old, and growing up without knowing the hardships many America went through to carve out a good life for themselves, I wanted to get the perspective of a family member and their experience growing up in a time much different from our own. Recently I had a chance to sit and talk with my great-grandmother. Having mostly grown up with my mother’s side of the family, also having my middle name being parallel to my grandmother on that side, and hearing he stories they would tell, I decided that I wanted to get to know my Dad’s side of the family a little better, so I picked up the phone and made the call to my Grandma Toman, as we call her. Being as she lives so far away, it’s hard for me to get together with her often, so this one phone call really gave me the chance to get closer to her. In this day and age, as the screens on our phones are getting bigger, and we grow closer to our devices, we drift apart from our families.

It's the last day of 5th grade. Today we’ll find out who our new teacher would be next year, and then it happened! Our teacher handed out our report cards and supply list and right on the bottom in big, bold letters, said the name. It was our 6th grade teacher, Mr. Persampire.

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.

The end of 8th grade. Alex and I had spent so much time together. We fought a lot though, we hated each other for some time but in an instant we told each other we loved one another and went on to spend lots of time together. This happened many times during 7th and 8th grade. We built a couple groups of people that we would hang out with. Alex and I had made at least 20 close friends that we could hang out with any lunch or brunch. We had grown to be so close, and at the end of eighth grade he told me that he was moving. I felt horrible. I had made lots of friends, but the one person that I spent every day with was him. Alex and I spent a lot of time together before he left. But then he had to leave. I was kind of lost, I had friends but no

It has come to my knowledge that in order to join cross country I would need to go to the summer program. Due to being in summer school for Geometry(for two semesters), and my mother wanting to get the most out of the summer athletics program signed me up for tennis. This was due to tennis despite being right after summer school was in a time zone that I could attend, on the other hand cross country was held in the later half of the summer a time that my family dedicated for a mix of vacations and christian camps; and because of the various events would make it so I couldn't come to a good portion of the cross country program, making it the worse of two choices. However, because I am now unable to go to the summer program I was hoping if I

From 8th grade to 9th grade I’ve changed dramatically. I had pimples on my face, very long hair which made me look like a porcupine, and dressed unique. I was in a lot of drama and fights, but I didn’t mean any of that I was just sensitive. People thought I was a creep, yet I became everyone’s best friend. 9th grade is the best year for me especially since I got to meet new people. I changed my style in 9th, I got a buzz cut, I started wearing shirts that actually looked like it fits me, and pants that didn’t fall. I became a big sneaker head about Jordan’s, and started listening to artist I hated before in 8th.

On Friday, March 4 around 2:15pm my friend Iris and I decided to drive around to look for a park with children interacting to start our observations. We visited around six parks that varied on their components and locations but had no luck of three children interacting with each other. Most of the them were empty and the few other ones had a few children interacting more with parents or by themselves than with other children. At this point we reasoned that children must be in school causing the parks to be empty.

In November, the air is cool and burns my face. The wind passes through my nose and it feels as if I am breathing in a thousand miniature razors. My finger tips and ears are numb. My right side aches where I had been elbowed in the ribs and my ankle from where I tripped just up the field. I hear my mom in the crowd, “Go, baby, go!” Even though, every muscle in my body screams for me to stop, I go. The pain does not bother me, neither does the cold. I am just happy to be here.

Middle school. The scariest place imaginable, at least for me. It’s my first time in a public school, all my life I have gone to California School for the deaf. I don’t know what everyone is going to think about me, i’m so scared but my mom tells me it’ll be good for me to experience the “real world”. It’s only me and my mom, my dad died when I was 6, he was in the marines. But it’s my first day of school and i’m really freaking out. But at least I will have my friend Emma, she lives one house away from me and were best friends. She’s not deaf, so at first it was hard for us to become friends. But one day she looked up on the internet how to say “Hi i’m Emma, let’s be friends” in sign language, and now we’re inseparable.

When I hit this age, I became more competitive with sports. I joined the baseball team for Maples. After I won my first championship game, I realized and thought that baseball was for me. This has been my first ever dream job of mine. Therefore, I practiced and focused on getting better in baseball. This is also the time when I started my high school year. For me, it was really scary because there are a lot of new people; new faces and I always think that I would get bullied by the seniors. High school year, it was difficult for me to not like someone because I’m at that age where I need someone to be part of my life to guide me and be there for me through tough times.

During Kindergarten in California my classmates and I was so happy to be out of school. During the summer, my Mom and brother and I went to Washington to visit my relatives. I got used to going to Washington for vacation, ever since we go to Washington I start crying and throwing a meltdown, but I got over it because, I love it going to be a great time. I even saw my other nephews and nieces. We took pictures, play games, watch TV, and even play outside. And then we celebrated my 7th birthday there during August, and I enjoy it. Throughout the ½ months in Washington. My dad visited us to see how is our vacation. We stayed over at our cousin’s house during the summer. The fun moment I had is that I get to go to the mall

I got here at sixth grade late so seventh grade was a full year of Rudyard for me.Almost all my friends were bad influence they would smoke and go do bad things. I was starting to be apart of that group. My main friends in 7th and 9th grade were Eric, Jarrod, and Josh we used to play Xbox all the time I usually never left my house. I was a really cocky student I would never do any work I had all zeros and I used to go to etc all the time. So I wasn’t a very liked student. I dated sam in the eighth grade and I only texted her cause I was too busy playing video games with my friends. Long story short I broke up with her in a text.

Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.

Around the age of ten is when things started getting weird with me. Whether it was my personality or it was my physical appearance. Around this time is when I started to dance with my older sister Katie. I never liked it as much as she did. I hated the make up that we had to wear before we preformed, and I hated that you had to get your hair into this tiny bun on the top of your head. Back then I had no hair which made it ten times worse. After five years of dancing, I gave it up and started to focus on school more. Obviously with me not doing a single thing during that time period and being a very picky eater, I started to gain a lot of weight.

In the Sixth grade i was motivated to get all A’s and B’s i make sure i study like a.It was my first day at school all my classes was good but i had one classes i had to face it was math i had hard time last years with math but this year i feel like i will get all A’s in Math.When i walk in i sat in first row so i could pay attention.My teacher walk in and Induction himself his name was Mr.Smith and he said all u have to do just pay attention in class and take note.When i get up to induction i was felt s onomatopoeia. I induction myself and said my name is Malik Jordan Booten is and said my favorite sport is