How I Survived My First Day Of Middle School BUZZZZ!!!! I woke up to the sound of my alarm buzzing by my head. Its sound twitching every muscle in my body, forcing me to get up. Hauling my tired body up, I made my bed and made my way toward the bathroom. Now that school had started, I had to ditch my summer routine and get “back to the basics.” First days are always nerve racking whether it’s your first day back to school or even your first day at a new job. Nothing is more terrifying than your first day of junior high and you can quote me on that. Finishing up, I returned back to my bedroom where I had my clothes laid out neatly near my dresser. My royal blue skinny jeans with a light striped pink and white tanktop and a bright white cardigan was superb for the first day. As I put on my clothes, I knew I was one step closer to walking through the doors of junior high. After that I went to the bathroom to do my hair. Today I felt like I wanted to straighten my hair with a flat iron. When I had straightened my long, thick, brunette hair I put it into a high ponytail and topped it off with a hot pink bow. After a quick look in the mirror, I made my way to the kitchen. My brother, an 8th …show more content…
this session usually lasts for 4-5 days. Also we get to interact with the teachers better. After cougars camp we went to lunch. Lunch at the middle school was divided into 2 parts. 7th and 8th graders eat first while the 6th graders go outside. Then the 6th graders come inside to eat while the 7th and 8th graders go outside. I sat with Gabriella and Kylee at lunch and a few others. Luckily for me, the rest of the day passed by pretty quickly, and before I knew it, 3:00 had arrived. It was time to leave. My brother and I walked out to where we would stand near the parking lot, so our parents could pick us up. My mother asked me how my day was, and I simply replied, “I
It was a warm April day and all of the students were let out of school for the day. I went home to finish packing with the help of my parents making sure that I had everything and I wasn 't forgetting. I was excited for a week now to go on the trip to Washington D.C. with the whole 8th grade class for a week.
I, Brianna Felgoise have made it through these long and eventful three years of middle school. Throughout these years i've learned a lot of things about myself that I did not know before. Looking back from the day I first walked through the doors to this building to now, just about time for me to walk out. So much has changed and I am realizing my growth both physically and mentally. Throughout this long journey I have found myself testing my limits and lengthening my boundaries. Much has been achieved. So far I am very proud.
Hello everyone I’m Chad. I am going to tell you some of the things that have been going on in my experience with Middle School. I woke up early this morning like I always do, I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to get ready for school. I went to the kitchen and I got myself something to eat. I am normally a very happy person and I make people feel like everyone has a purpose to be on this Earth.
August 18th, 2009 was my first year of middle school at Howell L. Watkins; new
I was wrapped in my blanket like a Butterfly in its cocoon. As soon as I began to have conscious thought of my crush, dancing, and my dreams turning into a reality my eyes opened as if I was facing Bruce Lee himself. Then I jumped out of my bed if I was running with gazelles in sub Saharan Africa. I smoothly landed into a crouched position on the ground I got straight into my dance battle stance with a stare determined like Eminem. I knew today would be a good day with the sun shining on me through my white curtains. As I noticed the dust from my desk float in front of me I copied its abrupt and jerky movements into the bathroom. I walked on my bathroom carpet like Tupac in a music video and fixing myself to look fresher than some new vans. My sister being her usual caveat smashed on the door shouting at me for taking a while.She is older than the hills. Rushing out and karate jump kick through my door wearing my towel I looked to the clock. “7:30” I said with a Arcane voice and took my plain white t shirt, fake faded lacoste jacket, and some khaki jeans. I looked in the mirror real quick licked my lips, made a quick rap, and did a quick bboy set. I began walking to school. I was hungry that time, I can eat a horse.
“Goodmorning sweetheart,” my mom was in a very happy mood. I turned to face to her. Before I could say good morning she said “Are you okay?” I replied back, “ Don’t worry It's just because I stayed up doing lots of homework last
You’re heart is beating ninety miles per hour, hands are shaking, palms are sweating, and you couldn’t sleep at all last night. This is it… The moment you’ve thought about the entire summer, it’s the start of MIDDLE SCHOOL. AHH!
High school is meant to be the time of your life, but for most seniors just like me it can be some of the most emotional and crazy time. The things in my past make me who I am today, and the things I do now are the first footsteps into the future. I’ve learned a lot about myself in these past four years, and I still have so much learning to do. This is my high school story; the good, bad, and the ugly.
They all showed up around five so we were ready to get started earlier than I had planned. Still i told them what had happened and why I had called them away from their families to be here.
An anonymous author once said, "What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new. Right now." Over the course of my school years, it has been an exciting and shocking experience. These experiences have been an enjoyable journey from my elementary to middle school years. However, after several years the end of my middle school adventure is coming to a close. Soon my new journey will start as a freshman. Eight grade will surely be one of my most memorable years. It has been an absolute wonderful one hundred eighty days, and I will miss some of the aspects of eight grade—but certainly not all of it.
Antiparallel consequences of occupational memory in La Historia Oficial In response to the 30,000 "disappearances" of young revolutionaries in Argentina, mothers of missing children combated the structural violence of oppressive military dictatorship by protesting in the Plaza de Mayor in Buenos Aires. Moved by these demonstrations, Luis Puenzo wrote and directed La historia oficial in Argentina during the "Dirty War" (1874-1983), which pitted the Argentine Anticommunist Alliance against the left-wing guerillas. Instead of discussing the ramifications of the war directly, Puenzo centers his film around the fragile marriage of Alicia, a bourgeoisie history teacher, and her husband, Roberto, a wealthy businessman.
I can almost remember that day like it was yesterday, I awoke like on any other school day. It was a gorgeous May morning, the rays of sun flittered through my miniblinds blinding me as if I hadn’t seen light in days. I sluggishly dragged my limp body out of my warm bed, retiring to the bathroom to perform my normal morning rituals shower, shave, brush my teeth, get dressed, do my hair, and all the other regulars. As I looked at myself while combing my hair, it hit me like a speeding express train, I was about to graduate. I couldn’t help but smile, but at the same time I felt like a part of me was drifting away. A tear came to my eye as I realized what was about to happen to me.
I decided that my actions were no longer beneficial to me and I wanted to charge. This transition was scary I had to leave the only friends I’d had outside of my brother and start over. My eleventh grade year changed my life. I didn’t have high school or myself figured out yet but I was ready to dive in and swim. I’d tried fitting in mimicking trends and behaviors of everyone else. Then one day I reflected on my experiences and what I had gained from them, nothing! I wasn’t popular, cool, and I didn’t have a girlfriend or any prospects. Trying to fit in was a constant failure, my last resort was to just be myself. My junior year was the year that I decided to be myself my attitude was positive. I was kind, smart, funny, and I had style. I began to work every day after school at McDonald’s and I joined the drama club. With the money from my job I started buying nicer clothes I didn’t always have the newest fashions or the best attire but my confidence was radiant. The drama club shed light on my humorous side participating in school plays showed my peers my talents. Girls began to notice me I got a girlfriend and I’d had a few admirers. High school wasn’t so bad after all. My eleventh grade year was the first year of high school that concluded in a triumphant
When I got home I quickly got ready, I ironed my cap and gown, did my make-up and hair, and made my last phone call to Andrew. I called him right before I left and asked him if he was sure he did not want a ride. Again he responded politely and on my way I went. When I got to the high school everyone was taking pictures, laughing, and talking about how they were g...
I opened my eyes at around 9:00 a.m.; I could not imagine that today was my graduation day. I was so excited to get ready for the day I had dreamt of for twelve years. I called my cousin Sandra to remind her to do my makeup because she is a makeup artist. I told her that I needed it to be flawless because I wanted this day to be complete in everyway. I took a shower to get ready for the hair salon because I was going to dye my hair red for the first time. I wanted a simple hairstyle; straight on top with curls at the bottom.