The Worst Time Of My Life

The transition from elementary into middle school was tough, in fact I did not do well the first semester of that year. During these school years was unbeliebable the amount of people I met, especially my best friend. We used to play soccer a lot and ride bicycle all day long. Unfotunally, within those cheerful years my brother came to the US, which at the time felt like the worst thing that could've happened to me.

eighth grade, and I was terrified. Having lived in one place for 12 years, it

8th grade. The last year at Ross Middle School. Being retrospective on past years has me thinking of my many accomplishments, and many fails I’ve had. From getting very good grades to the embarrassing moments. All the time I wish I was still in elementary school.

Ever since I was a little girl I didn't like reading, doing homework or taking exams. I only enjoyed lunch time, gym time and after school programs. I was always in the top classes because of my mother's connection with teachers in the school until I got into the third grade. That's when you start to take a state exam test and if you failed you either get left back or get put in a class based on your grade score. That's when I went from being in top classes to the bottom classes and realized I had to get it together in school because I didn't want to look like a fool or be a fool. That all changed in middle school, I was always put in programs that helped students who wasn't on top of their work and I started to see my name on the honor roll

The year you were a tiny fish in a big pond. I remember freshman year being a complete disaster, there is so many juicy events that took part in making this year a disaster but the one that hits home the most was during the middle of the year.

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I was six years old, dressed in pink, dreaming of one day when I would become a princess. That day never came. Little did I know what being a girl would entail in the future. Soon I would be thirteen, putting on a cake-face of makeup and new clothes that my mom barely approved of so I could get the attention of the boy that sat next to me in math class. Then I turned eighteen and still had to look my best when I was trying to get into a sorority at Michigan State University. I wanted to be six again. I wanted my mom to dress me, do my hair, and have nothing to worry about. Being a girl is and always will be hard.

My 4th grade teacher was just Ms. Fielder, she was probably my second favorite teacher, she was so nice and never raised her voice. 4th grade was difficult not because of school but because all of my dance friends made competition besided me, and I didn’t discover that till 7th grade that the competition girls had a thing were they wouldn’t talk to other dancers, my own cousin stopped talking to me. I still did dance, I loved dancing, I still do. On top of that at school people would make fun of me because of how hairy my arms and legs were (I’m Italian. Not being hairy, as Shawn Mendes said “It isn’t in my blood.”) I was messed with before that but in 4th grade I learned how to hold it in and not let them know that I care. My best friends were Maddison, and Ainsley. I started to hate going to school and going to dance, and of course I hated speech class. I loved being

it was a bit intimidating. I had to take two classes in the junior and

Everyone has a favorite school year and mine happens to be sixth grade. I had some of the best teachers, classes, and friends. I remember being extremely nervous to start sixth grade, I wanted to stay at Boone Elementary with recess and no changing classes. I was as nervous as a mouse. I thought there were going to be millions of new students from different schools.Turns out I loved sixth grade more than any grades before. The first day of school my parents took me to school and I didn’t want to get out of the silver car. Not knowing that I would have the best time at Troy Middle School.

Childhood; such as loss of parent, going to Boarding School, divorce of parent, bullying etc.

Turns out, I love dresses! After I had been homeschooled for a few months I started getting bolder, trying new things, meeting new people. I liked to try new things, they excited me instead of giving me anxiety. I went from a very shy third grader to a fifth grader who wanted to know everyone’s life story. Something about being thrown into a new lifestyle causes you to reinvent yourself. I became a leader instead of a follower. I remember a family friend remarking, “This is the real Allie Baxter.” The real Allie Baxter loves to talk, is a total dork, always picks heels over flats, is a hugger, and hates conformity. Perhaps the biggest change of all was that I learned to think for myself and make my own decisions. I got a job I adored and ended up making new, more supportive friends. I used my extra time to learn how to play violin, piano, tennis, write songs, and fly planes. I also did a little acting and I failed at guitar. I ended up being homeschooled though high school. My mom and a few other teachers made me feel more than prepared for

My 9th grade year was a memory to never forget. 9th grade, i was new to the school just like the rest of the freshmen's i came into the school with, we were not really focused on the education we were more so focused on having fun and seeing different and older people and just experiencing the life of a high schooler. As bad as that may sound it was the truth but that was the year i meant my home boys Block, Tick and Jalen, i knew block and tick for some years already but i meant jalen when i got to high school and instantly we became close like brothers.

This only stimulated my imagination further. I loved learning new things and enjoyed school, except my interaction with teachers and students did not improve until late in my elementary years. I was very smart, very tall, and very skinny; none of which improved my standing. Physically I matured earlier than most of my contemporaries, but emotionally I continued to be less sophisticated long after I entered high school. In seventh grade I grew five inches in three months, began menstruation, developed acne, got braces on my teeth and was forced to wear glasses. I perfected the art of being invisible and seldom spoke out in class for fear I might answer wrong. Fortunately, I also discovered the arts in junior high. I excelled at drawing and loved choir and drama club. I had discovered an area where I felt at home and other people understood my imagination.

When I was younger, I honestly have no memories of being told, “only boys play with that,” or “girls wear dresses.” I come from a very open minded family who accepts me for who I am. According to the traditional ways in society, girls like pink and purple, and boys like blue and green. I do remember playing with a lot of Barbie dolls and wearing my pink skirt, but my favorite color was orange and I played football out in the yard with the rest of the neighborhood kids. When I was in the fourth grade I only wore jeans and long sleeved shirts, I would not even wear capris all the way up until I graduated high school. That was the year I first became self conscious about myself and learned what