Final straw for me was my own personal hands on experience. I was a junior in high school, a sixteen year old girl. Into the hair and makeup just to go to school. It was the end of the week and I had planned out what I was going to wear to school on Friday. Funny now to look back at it, because who was I trying to impress. Well, Thursday night I had all my stuff set up and planed on getting up early to curl my hair. Told my sister I was getting up early and I would be quite so she could sleep in. By the time morning came, way to soon for me, I just wanted to sleep. Forget all about the hair I could just put it into a braid and get some sleep. Shutting of the alarm I rolled back over to sleep another half hour or so. Before I could get back to sleep I was shaken vigorously. Thinking my sister was trying to be helpful and get me up so I could do my hair, I said OK I am getting up already. Took the morning trip to the bathroom and still didn't plan on curling my hair. Back to bed for me. Returning to my room I stood in the doorway looking at my bed. Sitting on the bed in a red and white shirt with blue eye's was a boy I have never seen before. But, he wasn't really there was he. How could he be when I only just got up and no boy's wherein the house. It dawned on me that my sister is still asleep, so how could she have woke me. This must be who woke me by shaking me. I looked at him for what seemed like a long time but was merely seconds. I closed my eye's and said out loud,
Middle school was the worst three years of my life. From getting bullied to getting suspended each year of middle school, I learned that it’s not that pleasing and not that great. I honestly would say that I strongly dislike it and would never go back and do it over again because it was boring as can be, too much bullying, and getting suspended. I have learned my lessons and thought about what I've done.
School was exactly how I had imagined it to be while I was in grade school. I had the privilege of having recess, early lunch hours, and most importantly, naptime! The day I started sixth grade, my whole world seem as if it flipped upside down. I was no longer at the top of the “food chain”, school was way more stressful, and I had, in fact, found new talents within myself.
After sitting at the same desk for three years, I figured I was beyond seeing anything new. I was wrong. After that third year I saw a lot more than I thought I would. I went up to high school and everything was so much different. The grades were harder, the assignments were harder and the teachers were harder.
High School has definitely given me many potentials. Transferring from Leuzinger High School to Moreno Valley High School has made me noticed that I’ve learned a lot such as: how to problem solve, how to not give up on myself, and how to accomplish difficult tasks. For example, when I attended Leuzinger High School, I wasn’t open-minded. This is because I didn’t take any useful opportunity for granted such as tutoring or extra credit. Then, when I moved to Moreno Valley High School, I finally took a chance to take any opportunity into consideration because more people influenced me, which made me believe in myself. The first opportunity I took for myself was going to tutoring for honors pre calculus. Because I played sports, I had to balance
I was ten years old when middle school first began for me at the Dr. An Wang Middle School in Lowell, Massachusetts, and already, I was excited for a new school year with new people, new teachers, and new friends. Sadly though, I never could have expected what the real turn out for me at that school was, and in truth, it was harsh, and cruel bullying. Mostly, the beginning of the year was fine for me, and everything seemed pretty normal, but as kids became more comfortable in the new school, they also became meaner. One rainy morning in October, a group of eight or nine kids decided to play a game with me, and because I was the shortest, and the chubbiest, they thought it would be funny to lock me outside of the school in the pouring rain. I tried getting in, and banging on the windows, but nothing would ever happen.
I lived in Sterling, Illinois, in a decent sized house outside city limits. I never actually attended middle school, as I was home-schooled for sixth, seventh, and eighth grades. During home-school, I got to spend all of my day dealing with my siblings (which is worse than it sounds). If it wasn't my siblings, it was my dad, who I don't really talk to as is. Nothing is the matter between us, I just don't talk much. Most of my time not in school or dealing with my family was spent in video games or exploring a nearby forest. There wasn't much between those two, as I only had two friends I talked to. I worried for the longest time that I would go my middle school AND high school years with only those two friends. I wasn't one that could be described
Back within seventh grade towards the start of the school year I was put into a course called "Advanced Art" and I sat with a friend. My friend, Javier, wasn't suppose to have the class so he was sure to leave within weeks. During the time with him I noticed this big group of friends that seemed quite interesting to me. Around the time when he had his classes changed the song "Wrecking Ball" by Miley Cyrus came along and I drew a funny picture about it. I introduced myself into the big group and at first they seemed off about me but then they accepted me, especially this one girl named Tiffany. We had a few classes together so we would sit together and this was a start of a story of best friends.
As a young adolescent the smell of a delicious home-cooked breakfast would be the reason for me to get out of bed on a sunday morning. My father would knock on my door and command me to eat breakfast and prepare myself or else we would run late to our church service. As we hurried to church, due to my lackadaisical attitude, I was often forced to sit in the first row to the stage. This was always embarrassing because as a child I was reserved, and I dreaded walking in front of everyone. As the hour long church services took place, I would find myself languishing away only to be alerted by the soft glares of my dad.
Continue my story. After my junior high school to continue learning to a higher level that is high school, I also know many more friends, although the majority of women, but I really liked high school. I followed the scouts and extracurricular (sacred site), I followed the required time scout for 10th grade I actually do not like the scout, I've skipped a scout with friends are a group with me. I went to a delightful place that is Bangseng, I swam there with friends to relieve boredom for scouts. I also have experience in (sacred site), I followed this martial arts because I wanted to protect himself and the people I love. I've also been in action in the (sacred site), on top of my stomach was placed a large stone square shaped later on at
Junior high was not kind to me, being known as the nerd of the school… well, let just say it was not pleasant, everyone took advantage of me and teased me, but out of all the hell fire junior high brought the only foundation I had to keep me afoot was my lifelong friends, Abby and Janice. We grew up together and did the same things together we were called the three musketeers. Our group was complete everyone brought different thing to the table. Abby was known to be the blunt and fiery girl that many people adored because of her honesty, Janice was the pretty and trendy one whose personality could make anyone want to befriend her, as for I …well I was the smart, caring, clumsy girl who would be there for my friends ,as well as them protecting
I wake up early and stomp downstairs. I grab the oatmeal from the table and run upstairs. Someone knocks at the door. It’s Anna-Marie. “Go away!” I yell, but she opens the door anyway. I put my oatmeal on the night stand and hide under my covers. “ Cadence, you seemed like you were happy here and you were getting along with all the others. We can’t have you sneaking out all the time. I’m sorry but we have decided to send you to foster parents. You leave tonight to meet them.” She closes the door and I come out from under the covers. I pack my bags and I’m ready to go. I say goodbye to everyone and I hop in the taxicab and drive off.
“‘Um life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get.’ I think that’s what the Forest said, I mean Gump, Forrest Gump, that’s what he said.” As I uttered the words, I knew I had embarrassed myself, along with the team, and I knew this was an experience I would never forget.
It was October of last year, my first scheduled debate ever. My cool laid back bravado was officially terminated in that moment as my stomach turned. “A kid with nerves of steel was now overwhelmed?”, I asked myself. As I stared at the face of my first debate judge, a great deal of nerves stampeded through my body. There were two debaters to the left of me ready to make their school proud. My body was in complete shock because I had to compete against complete strangers. The judge was also a debate coach from another school. I began to think,“what if the judge shows bias against my team” and “what if the other team has a better speaker than me?”. All of these things took place as I stood in a room about to do what I said I’d never do in my highschool career.
My cousin and I hang out every weekend. He usually comes over around noon and we just play videogames in the living room, talking about life. Nigel is on his way over so i'm cleaning up the basement before he comes. When Nigel comes we get in the car and head over to the mall to cash out. When we get there we go inside my favorite store which is footlocker and i purchase 3 pairs of shoes that cost me $700. While i leave i notice this very attractive women and go over to talk to her. Nigel says “she's not even that cute bro” but i saw something on the inside.