Scottsburg Middle School: A Short Story

The memorable place of Lynnfield High School was the place that helped me discover where I wanted to be in life. After the hard work I demonstrated paid off, I was ready to leave my comfort zone for a new place. Growing up, I lived in a unique town called Lynnfield, located about a half-hour north of Boston. My hometown has countless special qualities that I will remember for a lifetime. The school system has a close knit community because the town only has two elementary schools, one middle school, and one high school. My graduating class consisted of less than two hundred people, which is extremely small compare to surrounding towns. Overall my junior and senior years had the most memorable impact on me and my life.

One day in Lindley Middle School there were two girls in Mr. Foreman’s classroom and their names were Anazia Maisonet-Snell and Lanecia Hayward. So as they were just sitting in class doing their work Lanecia decided she was going to take Anazia’s pencil case because her pencil broke and when Anazia saw Lanecia took her pencil case Anazia said, “Give me back my pencil case” and Lanecia didn’t which made Anazia very upset. Then Anazia got louder because she knew that that would make Lanecia give back her pencil case. Since Lanecia gave Anazia back her pencil case Lanecia didn’t bother trying to take it again.

Growing up in Chicago, I attended a neighborhood school from preschool through first grade. Although it was an exceptional school for elementary kids, the education for middle school and high school students was not as adequate. Seeking a better place to raise their children, my parents were faced with a tough choice. When I was in 2nd grade, our family made the decision to move to the suburbs. On July 3rd, we all packed into our Honda minivan and drove 45 minutes to a new home in the town of Winnetka. Within my first year at Crow Island, my new school, I learned so many new things. I started playing the violin and speaking Spanish, neither of which were offered at my old school. I met my best friends that I'm still close with now. Over the

I grew up in poverty with a small family, which consisted of my mother, sister, two step brothers, and my father who has a no contact order with my sister and me. Many of my peers often complain about how much they hate school and would rather be at home. But for me school was my escape from another world. A world I have no choice but to withstand. A world where shootings are common, where drugs are everywhere, where police patrol every Tuesday and Thursday; the darker side of Seattle. With both my parents being immigrants coming from war-torn countries we had no choice where to live, to eat, and to learn. As a family, we had no help from anyone so we had to keep our head up and persevere.

This experience led me to carry out several ventures. One of my first ventures was helping in food bank where I helped to pack food and transport it to several organizations and people in need. was hard to balance my school work with volunteering since I had to go in the evenings, but I developed the grit and passion to work hard! I started feeling a sense of accomplishment and gained responsibility.

The summer of my freshman year I took a trip back to Ghana, my homeland. While I was there, I worked with some volunteer doctors at a local orphanage. My time was spent playing games with the children, helping then with their homework and just spending time with them. I assisted the doctors with a routine check-up for the children and even held the hand of a little girl while she was getting her shots. It was an enlightening experience that furthered my passion for

Smithton and Freeburg grade schools have always been rivals when playing junior high sports. Being a Smithton Cougar, I felt a rush of anxiousness before a game against the Freeburg Hornets no matter what sport: softball, basketball, or volleyball. At the time, basketball was my favorite sport; it was my favorite thing to do. Basketball games against Freeburg were one of the most stressful but exciting games I would play during my junior high career. I remember the nerves that never failed to come when tying my shoes and getting ready to play one of the toughest games of the season. Maybe they intimidated me a little, or the close proximity of our towns brought out those nerves. My heart raced with adrenaline. Part of the anxiousness came from

It was a complete transition from inner city schools to the rural countryside, this school was a turning point on respective of my previous school's education, the school curriculum was alien to me as was agriculture, school sports, cross-country running, the teacher that taught Agriculture, also taught Physical Training. It's hard to explain, coming from the inner city, and all of a sudden you’re plowing your first furrow with a cultivator, this was a totally new concept for me, the school had a snack bar that opened twice a day, and all in all, school was not too bad after all.

I moved to Crawford my 7th grade year. I attended Crawford Middle School that year. That year went by exceptionally well, but the next year the school closed for 7th and 8th graders, so I had to join Hotchkiss Middle School. I found the Hotchkiss kids very welcoming, and friendly. I instantly became friends with almost all of them. There was just something so welcoming about that school from the friendly teachers who all cared very deeply about each individual student. The happy and friendly attitude wasn’t just at the school, it seemed everyone everywhere was just so happy to be in a beautiful place. Hotchkiss has always been a home for me from that day on because of the welcoming attitudes.

Have you ever wondered what a good school looks like? The physical and human geography of Stafford Middle School is manageable. For instance one of the major physical features is that the hallways are quite small, also the culture is very diverse, and finally the interaction among the students shows that they are quite engaged.

Looking back at it, moving from the Rockwall/Rowlett area to little Caddo Mills was a major culture shock (even if it was only a 30 minute drive). My 5-year-old, carefree self had no idea though. My first day of Kindergarten, in August of 2003, is the day I met the people who are like family now. I didn’t realize it then, or even in middle school with all the dumb drama, but my peers are some of the most amazing people I

The first four years of elementary, I attending two different schools in Eudora, Arkansas where I live. The first school I attending was Eudora G.C. Johns Elementary School. I think I was at that school for half of my kindergarten year before it was shut down & we relocated to Eudora High School for lower elementary kids. The Eudora High School students were then transferred to Lakeside High School to further their education & to graduate. The Eudora School District & Lakeside School District had combined. Therefore when we were done with our Third grade year we had to go to Lakeside to finish Fourth grade through Twelfth grade. Which was a dramatic change, I was new there but I wasn't alone. My cousin Makiya went to that school, we grew up

Young, but driven, Jorge began dancing in the spring of his senior year at Sharyland High School. He was welcomed into Melba's School of Dance's family where he was introduced to ballet, tap, jazz, hip hop, and folklorico.

“ In the early month of May at the Menifee Middle School, it was a normal day until ‘YES’, ‘HIT HIM’ ‘HIT HIM.’ Students were pilling out into the schoolyard toward the echoes of cheering. With the excitement in the air, it was the chance for students to grasp the glimpse moment of exhilaration.

City High School was borne out of a vision for a school that was small and intimate. At City High