It was May 25, 2018 at 7:47 in a steaming hot gymnasium when the name Anthony Joseph Sansalone was getting called from the loud speaker, the sixth to last person to receive their diploma I begun shaking the hands of all the board members and everything that I had known from the last 13 years at the same school was over and a new chapter of my life was stating to begin. A few seconds after receiving my diploma the Class President guided us to changing of our tassels from right to left then commencement was over and I was walking out with my future roommate at BGSU, Vincent Zhang, we looked at each other knowing that our high school career was descending and our college careers were lifting off together. High school was tuff for me due to the fact that I have know what I wanted to do since I was a freshman, I want to become an animator and work for an Academy Award winning company such as
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.
Sweat saturated every crease and contour of my hands as I neared the front of the lunch line. Inch by solemn inch, I crept closer—anxiety overwhelming me. What will they think of me? Will they laugh at me? Before I could muse their possible perceptions, I found myself at the end of the line.
It's going great in middle school so far. I have some problems with some things. There is lots of good and bad things about school. I think that some things need to be changed.
Throughout my time at school, English has been one of my favorite subjects. I was enrolled in an international, English speaking, school throughout elementary and middle school, and so I was lucky enough to have fantastic teachers who managed to make class fun and inspiring. In middle school we worked extensively with classical English literature, reading books like Lord of the Flies, Of Mice and Men, A Catcher in the Rye and Romeo and Juliet. I still enjoy reading classical literature occasionaly, but unfortunately I no longer have as much time to read as I did when I was younger.
One of my fondest memories of learning (though I was not very fond of this incident at the time) was of me trying and struggling to spell “bunny.” Not losing her patience, my mother helped me sound out the word and I eventually succeeded, only to mess up the spelling of “penny” completely.
We all started out as tiny balls of flesh, yet we are all different. Different hair color, skin color, face shape, religion, political standpoint, body weight, etcetera, etcetera. It's strange that such extraneous details can make such an impact on an entire society. Growing up, I had never understood such disputes and acts of inequality. I didn't understand why people did what they did. I always felt that justice was an obvious answer and that everyone knew it. I came to find that life is not a fairy tale with such perfect beings and the time had come for me to realize this was in middle school. I was bullied for my ethnicity and the way I looked. Being the only Pakistani-American in the class, people often looked at me with disgust. I
As a young black girl in a predominantly white neighborhood and elementary school, I was content. When I entered middle school I was not accepted. The other black students didn’t understand why I had white friends. I became extremely depressed and anxious, thinking there was something wrong with me. In my core classes, I was not harassed, however, in my elective classes and lunch that was not the case. PE, band, and lunch were always a struggle for me. I could not get away from their constant and consistent taunting.
Throughout elementary and the first year of middle school I knew who God was but really didn’t know God. I grew up in church my entire life and never made my relationship with him personal.After I made the commitment to Christ my life accelerated at a rapid rate. I then began to have an interest in music which was something that I had never had before. I then began having an interest in drums. There was a guy at the church that I was attending that offered to teach me the basics for free. I loved every second of it. It was difficult and challenging but there was something about it that kept me coming back to the drum set. We would then move churches to be with family. The youth group needed a drummer and asked me to come play. I did that throughout middle
During middle school I went through an awkward stage in my life, I was trying to figure out who I was or who I could be. Middle school was a huge a part of my life with discovering being unique is in fact not a negative thing, weather its fashion, taste in music or personality. During middle school my fashion was influenced by gothic culture. I would wear band t-shirts shirts and black trip pants with chains and countless amount of zippers on them. I would often wear wigs daily to be able to have my hair match the color of clothing I choose to wear that day. to be able to different wigs that would match my outfit that day. In the hallways I would blast heavy metal and rock music. My favorite bands included Bullet for my Valentine, Green
As I near High School I need to begin learning more about myself and what life has to offer. In class I have been using a website called cfnc.org which has said a lot about me based on surveys. One of my goals for this paper is to make sure I don’t make any mistakes in life as to what I do the rest of my life. My second goal for this paper is that I learn something new about myself. Last I would like to use this paper when I fill out an application to a job or college.
Did you change when you got into middle school I know that I did. When you enter middle school you normally change here is there things that changed about me when I went into middle school my attitude changed, the way I dressed changed, and the way I looked at problems changed.
My middle school experience was relatively nice. I made a lot of friends and one of my friends I made then is actually my best friend now. I was quite popular and I was even friends with some of my favorite teachers. I remember getting my first cell phone for receiving good grades and going out to eat with my friends for the first time. Though it was nice, I also remember understanding that everyone was not genuinely nice. My middle school was very cliquey and whenever there was a misunderstanding, we would “confront” others about it. In other words, people would call others out on why they did not like them. I was confronted once by people who I thought were my friends, all over a guy I had no interest in. I also confronted others for no concrete reason.
My whole life, I’ve been terrified by two things. Pitbulls, and heights. My irrational fear of heights really Held me back in middle school. We had to do rock climbing.