Before I could even imagine me always a problem child. This is not because I liked making my parents mad it’s simply because I had a lot of energy and didn’t use it for nothing good. Plus the fact that some of my friends weren’t making it better for me to improve myself. As I got older I later got a glimpse of my future & it wasn’t something I was pleasant with. So in like my 8th grade year in middle school I finally did something positive with myself, so I signed up for the football team. Then when the season started I was slacking off in my academics only because I had my goals set so high on making it to the big leagues like the “N.F.L” I forgot all of the procedures it takes to get there & one major part of that is school. …show more content…
But later on in the season I sooner started to straighten up because I got tired of sitting out game after game. Due to a lot of positive motivation from my coaches who kept telling me that I have a lot of potential and I need to use it to my best abilities, but the books” come first. My teachers sooner came from saying that “I am a disturbance” to becoming a “pleasure to teach”. My parents also seen the difference at home only because they used the parenting method that if I didn’t do my chores at home in the morning before school then by the time they got home and the house wasn’t clean, then they wouldn’t pick me up from football practice. As a result I would have to walk home from practice or try to get a ride home from my fellow
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
My grades were going down beacuse I always got home late from practice. I was so occupied with baseball that I never focused at school. “How can you play if you can’t focus during scool.” This time, my dad said it in a depressed way while walking out of my room. He got tired of raising hs voice. I looked at myself in the mirror and promised to fix myself, day by day, to become an example of being a student athlete. The following day, I took a lot of notes, asked questions, worked with my teachers after school when I needed help, and I never fell asleep before completing all of my homework. Things immediately picked up with my grades and baseball. I still carry out these habits until now. With all the hardships that I have been going throughout my highschool career, my work ethic is still strong. I continue my endeavors to become a star student and an outstanding baseball player, even if my schedule is full. As people had brought me down in the past, I am now grateful of their opinions. I was able to stop slacking on what’s important. I learned that life has given me obstacles so that I would be the prime example of what I promised myself to
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
Throughout middle school and the beginning of high school I faced many challenges with my grades. These challenges made me grow and help shape who I am today. In my early teenage years I would view my school work not important. My perspective on priorities were all wrong. As I became older and matured I realized that. I realized school is the most important thing because my future depends on how I do. I realized if I want to go to a good college and have a successful career I have to work hard in school to get there. As high school went by my grades got better and I saw a better version of myself. My grades went from C’s and D’s to A’s and B’s in all my classes. I began to be attentive in class, and be productive and take notes. I did my school
When I was a young boy I was not the smartest, most interactive, nor the best behaved. It was like this because I did not have anything to motivate me through school, in addition, I was a reckless young boy. It got to the point to where my father started losing his hair. Furthermore, it was the beginning of middle school for me, I did not know what to expect, but I was
I began 8th grade year with a different mindset and mood than all my previous years at school. It was my last year of middle school. This period of time would never come back, and I had to make the best use of it. There would be no more time left to chill with friends, or any time to relax after this year.
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.
Fortunately I kept with it and was able to leave feeling confident that many of the problems I came in with where no longer a problem. While there I learned many of the social skills that I had never knew as a child, as well as ways to cope with anger. These skills would become handy once I had started interacting with society again. I went from being in a special needs classroom to full time normal classes. And from there I decided that it would be good for me to join one of my first sports teams in order to gain some new friends. However my parents were quite hesitant due to my past with violent outbursts however they believed the pros outweighed the cons and allowed me to sign up. Personally I believe at this point in my life was a turning point for me. For the first time in my life I was able to have friends and be accepted for who I was. Even with my past being what it was, I was still able to blend back into society and be a normal kid for once in my life. From there I went onto winning the most improved award from my coaches. Due to the good experiences of playing my first year of football I continued on my path all the way through highshool. Once in high school me and my team made it to the state finals 3 years in a row on the 3rd try we won the state
At the time I thought my life was ruined. I was convinced that my friends would move on without me and I’d be stuck in the curriculum that had given me more than my fair share of headaches. I failed my first year of middle school. When everyone was receiving their final report cards I waited anticipated with horror to receive mine. When I looked at the report card my worst fears had been realized. Not only was it apparent that I was being held back but the results were more devastating than I had previously imagined. The worst part of it all was having to face my parents when I got home.
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.
Starting Freshman year, I arrived to high school not knowing what was expected. I did not know what to do and I had no interest in school at all. Middle school years were rough and freshman year was too, gladly I had for giving teachers that allowed me to pass for the year. I was lost and confused, but I was fortunate to have people who cared and supported me in my times of difficulty. My parents most of all, kept insisting that I should try, that it is not hard to accomplish what many had. They kept advising me to stop living in the present and to start thinking of my future. Those words actually made me think, I noticed most of the people I surrounded with, were trapped into the impression that everything mattered at this exact moment, not
Continuing on from 7th grade, 8th-grade year was definitely the hardship for me because I kept someone in my life that didn’t deserve to be there. She started taking advantage of my good heart. She would boss me around making me do everything for her. At that time I didn't think anything of it because I thought I’m friends with a high schooler. She forced me to start lying to my parents about things that I didn’t want to do. When she wanted to hang out with guys they were always older and creepy. We usually didn’t know by the end of the night how we were getting home. While she was doing bad things I would just sit and go off by myself because I didn’t do those things. She has left me in the middle of some random place with no ride. She cared
“This is it, Jacob. this our last year of middle school”I Told Jacob as we’re walking into school
It’s all started when I was in middle school, the 8th grade year, that was when my life changed into the greatest thing that happened, to the worst life ever. Before I tell you about 8th grade I’m going tell you about 6th and 7th grade. So my 6th grade year was alright because I had friend in school that already went there from elementary school. I also made new friends along the way and I become noticeable as the year went by. I was funny to every teacher that was cool, chill, and laid back also just enjoy life. My favorite classes was my 1st, 5th, 7th, 8th, period the whole 6th grade year. My two best friends I had were Jernard Burkes, and this other kid’s names I can’t remember. What bad about my 6th grade year was female that bully