As I was being born the doctors at Truman Medical Center Lakewood told my Mom to wait a few hours so I could be a New Year’s baby. Through pre-evident stubbornness, I was born at 7:24 p.m. that night on New Year's Eve. My biological father wasn’t there to witness my birth, in fact,, six months later he left and never came back. Luckily, the persistance I inherited has allowed me to overcome his absence, living in a low income household, and being different.
Once I entered elementary school, I encountered the first major social hurdle in my life-- Alec. Through his influence, my peers stopped treating me like I was even human. Due to constant bullying, I began to despise going to school and my grades began to drop. To this day I can remember how they made me feel about myself; how I made myself feel inadequate by constantly analyzing what I could have done wrong. Whenever I thought of my father it would only get worse. Continually, I thought that I must not be good enough or smart enough for anyone to care about me. I remember trying to sleep at night and replaying every mistake I had ever made. I began to forget who I was and who I wanted to become.
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My new beginning in the Independence School District created an environment in which I could flourish. For the first time, I was recognized by my teachers for my hard work, rather than the opinions of my peers. This improvement echoed in my grades, I went from receiving a D letter grade to being on the Principal’s Honor Roll. Choir also became a constant in my life and I became part of a family. Through their perseverance, they taught me that to change anything you start within yourself: your attitude, your dreams, and your perseverance will determine the rest of your
Starting my 6th-grade year of middle school my dad often said, “I have no clue how to do this problem, sorry but your on your own son.” My family was unfamiliar with the rigorous courses I were taking so I was left to my own devices. This sense of independence is something that has become a part of who I am as a person and is a skill I have developed over time. This fundamental value of independence is something that has shaped my success over the years as well as played a role in Coolidge’s successes in his path towards and during presidency.
“Stop being such a child!” A regular phrase that I heard when growing up through middle school. Whether they were kidding around or not, it really attacked me psychologically. As such, I was bullied for not being as mature as the other children around me. I really didn’t understand what the harm was with what I was doing. All that I simply did was continue to watch cartoons, draw, read comics, and other things that were apparently too kiddish to continue doing in middle school. It seemed in that time, people our age were pressured to act their age plus more. This left me alone most of the time, as I choose to do the opposite. I continued almost everything I did while I was in elementary school. Though the social knockback was tough, as being
From my experience, surviving middle school takes a mixture of luck, naive fearlessness, and an aggressive number of colorful plastic binders. I started my first day of fifth grade a jumbled mess of nerves, anxious about making friends and doing well in class, and inexplicably dressed head-to-toe in red, white, and blue swag my mom got when the Summer Olympics were in Atlanta. I mean, my backpack matched my shoelaces, which matched my pants and my shirt. I might have even had a hat. A hat. A precisely matching hat. That I wore all day. Needless to say, I was not a particularly cool child. I studied hard, had a core group of equally nerdy friends, and constantly worried about whether I was doing the right thing or, perhaps more accurately, becoming the right thing. Was I not studying hard enough to get into college? Or maybe studying too hard, missing out on my youth? Would I grow into my teeth one day? Would my skin eventually stop looking like greasy peanut brittle?
When I hear the word “survival”, I think of someone who has made it through the impossible or conquered a near death experience; but that isn't all that it means. According to the the Merriam Webster dictionary, “A survivor is a person who copes well with difficulties in their life.” Moving from elementary school to middle school taught me many new characteristics such as how to be more independent, responsible, and more open to changes.
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
Change scared me. Coming to HMS for the first time as a 7th grader terrified me. As the summer came to an end, I worried about getting around the school, meeting new people, and the change in my sleeping habits and schedule. Thoughts rushed through my head about going to the Middle School for the first time. The first day of seventh grade came quick and I was ready to start a new year. My dad drove me to the front of the school and I exited the car saying good bye. I was unsure where any of my classrooms were and I only recognized a few people in my homeroom. The Middle School was far larger then I remember from the tour that ARIS provided. I wasn’t use to no recess, and the formation of the lunch lines. Going into seventh grade, I was clueless
Middle school was just the beginning for me. When I came into the middle school, I thought I wasn’t going to survive but later on I realized it wasn’t terrible at all. I've made some great memories and the best one’s were here. Fifth grade was the start for me, sixth and seventh grade shaped my personality, and eighth grade made me come into contact with myself.
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 first name was called and it turned out to be 1 of my friends.
I’d like to attend one of Essex County Vocational Technical schools because I believe the can shape me to not only be a better student, but to mold the path for my future career goal. Throughout my middle school journey, I have faced a series of challenges that have shaped me as a person and changed my perspective on academics entirely. The thought of my future has pushed me to set my goals higher, and in order to reach them, I had to do better academically. These setbacks set a series of questions that changed the way I viewed my educational opportunities. Without a proper high school education, how equipped are you for college? Coming from a charter school has provided me with the education and structure needed to be a successful, well-rounded
I was at a Denny’s eating peanut butter pancakes when I decided what I wanted to do as a career. Basically my whole life in middle school was a galore of trips to museums and science centers that my parents put together. One specific time we went to the California Science Center where they house an old retired space shuttle used in the late 90’s and early 2000s, The Endeavor. When you enter this exhibit you see this vast piece of machinery that has been to space and then back on earth about 300 times. From then on, space was among my many interests that I had as a kid in middle school. It was such a life changing experience for me when that shuttle glistened in my eye.
Growing up, there are always those few girls in elementary, middle, and high school that are just cruel. They roam the halls picking on other people, making them feel bad because they have nothing better to do with their life. Middle school was when I first experienced the harsh and painful words of those mean girls. While in middle school their words didn’t affect me much, it may have made me think about my appearance every once in a while; but their words didn’t affect me as much as it affected my friend, my suicidal friend.
Enter from the left, an undersized, awkwardly slow, roly poly. This is the visual I would use to best describe middle school me. At this peculiar point in my life I was really getting into paintball. One weekend over spring break, me and my friend Wesley go to the paint park. If there was ever a day to go to the paintball park, it was that weekend. The paint park was running a special and the place had more people than the ocean had anchovies. I mean it was like the scene from World War Z where the zombies are making giant mounds of zombie in order to scale the wall surrounding Jerusalem. The official count was thirty seven. It actually was a really bad paint park, I am pretty sure they didn’t even have a bathroom. I only went to it because
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.
I entered this world on November 6th, 1994, as both the first and the last child of my parents. I grew up in a small private community, where many of the elderly came to hang up their bags and retire. Children were few and far in-between. I often spent time with my parents instead of others my age. I grew a strong bond with my parents, but my social ties never fully formed.