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Transitions from middle to high school
Transitions from middle to high school
Transitions from middle to high school
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The bus came to a screeching halt, the students stood up and started gathering their things. Sophomore Destiny Oatts trudged down the steps, ready to get off and go into school when she lost her footing and fell forward.
“I was walking off the bus, and I guess the people behind me were in a rush, and I was just trying to get down the stairs. I missed a step, and my foot slid on the edge, and I thought I was going to fall backwards, because that’s usually what you do, but the person behind me tried to catch me, and it didn’t work out. I went forward on my face, onto the curb, in front of everybody,” Oatts said.
Freshmen Richard Rico and Nicholas Bowen sat in the Harmon cafeteria, laughing while waiting for Rico’s food to finish cooking in the microwave.
“I was in the corner where the microwave was, and Nick kept on
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shutting down the microwave. The third time he went to the microwave, he tripped over a chair and fell on his face,” Rico said. There could have been good and bad parts of the first week. The good may have consisted of seeing friends for the first time all summer, and the bad might include running into walls, misplacing belongings and preoccupied by the stress of new classes. Sophomore Hanssel Ortega just so happened to be on the bad side of the week. “Someone tried stealing my backpack because they were jealous of it, and I was apparently a ‘fake fan’ of Flash. I found it in one of the rooms for tutoring after one of my friends told me that they saw it,” Ortega said. Junior Payton Turow was delighted to have the opportunity to do more of what she chose.
“We get to do more here than at Killough, and we have more freedom, so that’s really exciting. I’m glad to have started my junior year with no more busses between classes, and I can see my friends from both campuses everyday instead of only on the weekends,” Turow said.
The first day can be the day that a greater amount of people get lost. Whether it’s the wrong hallway, or just the wrong classroom, students end up finding their way.
“My friend Leah texted me telling me our American Sign Language class was at Main I thought she was full of it, and that it was at Harmon. I texted one of the people I knew that was in the ASL class, and they thought it was at Harmon too. I thought, I’m going to listen to the person that was in my class. Then I double checked with Leah to see if she was for sure, and she said yes because one of her teachers told her,” Sophomore Bailey Cook said.
That was only the first week of the school year, and there were still many more days to come. Though we had no view of the outcome, if you worked hard enough, you could have made this year
great.
From before day one, all our minds were set. This was the year to win a State Championship. I can’t exactly explain it, but right from the start I knew we were going to do it. I was never so sure about anything in my life and I never doubted it once. Yet it was a silent confidence, which I kept to myself. Though each of us was confident about winning state, we had much to work through before we made it there.
Difficulties came earliest in the year. After my first six weeks the class received our first progress report. On my progress report I had received
At one point I came to the conclusion that I’m either going to fail, go to summer school, or go to a school that I didn't want to attend. I felt so disappointed in myself because I knew that I could've done better. So then one day I told myself, “I can do this”. I then started to study more than I usually did, I turned in all of my missing work and my present work, and I also took an after school tutoring class
THESIS STATEMENT: American Sign Language didn’t begin around 1814 which is fairly new language compared to modern languages such as English, Spanish, and French. ASL started when deaf education was first introduced in the United States. In this speech, we will be discussing the following: where, when, and why did ASL started, the history of Martha’s Vineyard, recognition of ASL as a real
Good morning teachers, faculty, administrators, family, friends, and of course students. It is a great privilege to be standing here today and representing our class on our eighth grade Class Day. Can you believe it? Four years ago, most of us walked into this school as nervous as we were the first day of school. We were the tiny fifth graders, the youngest students in this middle school, not knowing where anything was and how to navigate the school. Now, those same four years later, we’re leaving this school behind to a whole new school being just as nervous as we were when we first arrived. It has been a long four years as well as a short four years. Long because of all the tests, quizzes, finals, and projects, but short because of the lifelong friendships, the lasting memories, and the truly interesting and amazing things we learned in-between. The Abington Heights Middle School is definitely a welcoming, fun, memorable, and great school that I will never forget. These four years spent with these wonderful classmates has been an extraordinary journey with many cherishable memories.
Driving to Ferguson Senior High that morning felt like I was driving to my imminent death. I’m sure my fellow classmates would agree as well. Waiting online to enter the building is a blend of emotions between nerves, exhaustion and stress. Then hearing the proctor say “go!” and it’s a race against the clock and your future!
Waking up for my first day of class feel so different. It felt like a new start I just wasn’t expecting so soon. I showered and got dressed wondering what the day had in store for me. I looked in the mirror for a while as I mentally prepared myself to be focused and start off the year strong. I walked outside not expecting to see people with the same mindset, but boy I was wrong. 7:30 AM and the streets are full of people happy, ready to learn, and full of life. There was even a man that gave me an overly energized “Good Morning!” Seeing this made me think of high school, where walking down the sidewalk I’d see everyone half sleep and ready for the day to be over before it even began. I never knew of a school’s community to be so ready for starting their
This would mark day number one of classes. I was not alone as I realized the other number of students were just like me, alone and disordered. The school resembled my old high school, with long hallways and multiple classroom doors, which reminded me that I had no clue where I was going. I figured I would have this problem so I had printed my schedule out the night before to use as an atlas to navigate me toward my multiple destinations for the day. All my prior preparations for this day of classes seemed to be failing me already. While I frantically screened for the right door number and avoided the glares from the upper classmen to hide my embarrassment, I had finally arrived at my first class, Chemistry
With 10 minutes to go, the class of 2003 hurled themselves into the crowd of hustling students. Some of the freshmen were simply so glad to be there that the mod didn't...
I nervously opened the doors to my future, hoping for the best for myself. At first, I believed departing to class would be simple, but when the bell rang for the first time I had no idea what class room goes where and how busy the halls were going to be. Suddenly, the entire world around me scrambled to class, and on occasions bumping each other along the way; it was a widespread panic for most of the freshmen. Fortunately, I found some wonderful teachers to direct me to my rooms that I will spend the next year
It was finally the first day of school; I was excited yet nervous. I hoped I would be able to make new friends. The first time I saw the schools name I thought it was the strangest name I’ve ever heard or read, therefore I found it hard to pronounce it in the beginning. The schools’ floors had painted black paw prints, which stood out on the white tiled floor. Once you walk through the doors the office is to the right. The office seemed a bit cramped, since it had so many rooms in such a small area. In the office I meet with a really nice, sweet secretary who helped me register into the school, giving me a small tour of the school, also helping me find
It was a gloomy Tuesday despite the fact that it was late August. I had missed the first day of school because I always hated the idea of introductions and forced social situations during those times. I hated my particular school ever since I started as a freshman the
I was able to overcome many problems and challenge myself in different aspects. At the very beginning of the year, I was very sensitive and having a bad experience meant a bad life to me. Later on, I started to realize what I am doing in school, and why I am here… I understood that life without ups and downs means you're died.
Walking into a classroom on the first day of high school is not only a nerve wracking moment for students, but also for teachers. On the first day of school students are known to worry about things like making friends, wearing the right clothing, and making it to class without getting lost. Similarly teachers share these nerves and worry about how they will keep the students interested in learning and under control. It is important to also note that a student's interests in making friends and a teacher's interest in keeping students engaged often creates conflict within a classroom. A good teacher can see the situation from both perspectives, and works with the students' need to be sociable.
These past four years have really been a life changing experience. From a childish freshmen not only at school but at home too, to a still sometimes childish senior, one who knows when and how to control himself. This school and its teachers have taught me so many lessons that will not be forgotten any time soon.