...I sway back and forth anxiously as I stretch my fingers. I’ve never stretched my fingers before playing piano before, but it should help, right? I’m focused on keeping my breathing calm and steady. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. A finger tapping on my shoulder brings me back to reality. It’s my friend. “Good luck!” she wishes me. I nod my head and give her a little smile. “Thanks.” She must see the uncertainty on my face, because she gives me a reassuring hug and says, “I know you’ll do great.” As the girl preceding me struts off stage to applause and the emcees parade out to make a cheesy joke and announce my act for Lakeview Middle School’s talent show, my hands feel clammy, my fingers feel weak, and my heart is beating...
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...When I was first transferred to the middle school, I had this uneasiness in my stomach. Being a little shy girl wasn’t easy either, and I had a lot of doubts. I didn’t know what to expect. It was a whole separate building too, and I had a feeling I was going to get lost about 5,000 times that day. Even at orientation - I was shaking out of my mind. I wasn’t new, I knew all of my classmates, I still was just scared straight. That first day of school wasn’t what at all I imagined, all I could tell is that all the 7th graders at the time were probably annoyed because I was lost. On the first day of school, I was nervous, shyer than ever, and ignorant. The thing that probably helped me the most for that year was when...
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...Rough draft For as long as I could remember all I wanted to do was play football on my middle school team with my older brother. Well the time had finally come today was the day the final bell rings and I am out the door and on the football field. There couldn't have been a more perfect day then today the weather was perfect 80 degrees out and the sun was shining a little brighter today. I slipped on my old dirty cleats as fast as humanly possible and I take my first steps onto the field you can tell the grass had just been freshly cut. My feet sink into the ever so lush grass and I can't help but smile from ear to ear. I am lost in a summer daze I find myself admiring the vast blue sky, wishing I could stay in this moment forever. The coach...
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...Mission Impossible, the song I was to perform, would be my first taste at what drumline had to offer. Although the most nerve-racking performance of my life, I enjoyed the thrill of it and probably would not have continued into drumline without it. Overall, the risk of making a mockery of myself was worth the benefit of gaining a new passion in life. Neat and orderly, they marched through the sea of students that gazed upon them with wide eyes and slack jaws. Del Valle Middle School Drumline, one of the most selective extracurricular groups, was the best in the district, bringing home many trophies that littered the displays. As they pounded away, the beat forced the air from my lungs and made my heart match their rhythm. Instantly enamored, I set my sights on joining their ranks. Although it would take a year of slaving over concert music and a trial drumline performance, I would eventually become a member of the drumline. My palms were sweaty, barely gripping the rubber handled mallets that weighed heavily on my scrawny arms. Shoulders burning from the additional thirty pounds of weight on my chest, I stood at the front of the line holding bass drum one, awaiting the signal to enter the gym. Trying to remain composed, the other percussionists told immature jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood. This only earned glares...
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...The sound of talking and screaming kids echoed around the playground, bouncing off the forest trees in the back of the recess baseball field. The Decatur Middle School had very nice athletic fields for organized sports, but the recess sporting grounds were beat up, and not nearly as nice, but Mike didn’t care. Everyone raced toward the back door of the building and rushed inside. Mike wandered along...
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...rosin drifted through my nose. I could hear the screeches of violins, violas, cellos, and basses. I looked around me at the huge school “Wow! This is gonna be scary.” I whispered. Kids drifted in and out of passages and doorways without a care in the world. I cared. I cared. This was my first concert and I wanted to hide under a rock and scream. I had no clue where to go and what to do. I awkwardly stumbled through crowds of kids, while trying not to break my viola. West Middle School was so enormous! “How am I supposed to do this?” I thought. The white tacky pull out table was visible from the doorway, girls and women from all different ages were collecting papers and giving (hopefully) useful information. The new white audi...
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...happened. Middle school is an awkward and embarrassing time for many people, including myself. Extreme changes are seen in yourself and the people around you. I was made particularly aware of one of my changes, that being acne. It happened fast, and I didn't necessarily know how to react to it, so I didn't. The reactions came from my fellow classmates, the "get some proactive" and other hateful comments began to start. Each comment feeding an insecurity...
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...It was a rosy morning when it all happened. I had woken up, taken a shower, and arranged my uniform in the order I'd dress to. Swooping the royal colored polo over my head was a first. The allure of going to middle school, period, was a first. I was flustered, excited, terrified, anxious; I was ready. Ready to make the best mistake I’ve reconciled. (still deciding between reconcile, undergone, or "I've ever made" meh) The journey of 7th grade happened slowly, then all at once. Settling into the new environment became unbearably comfortable; the 45-minute classes transformed into a staring contest with the clock that welcomed the dismissal bell. The constant urge to leave school and hardly get any work done developed into a routine where failure was encompassed - I still (barely) passed my classes, but this was only an overture to what was soon to come. Year 2:...
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...From middle school to high school a lot of people experience immense changes in themselves. For me transitioning into high school was one of the biggest changes I have ever experienced. At first, this change was scary but once I realized the positive impact it would have on me personally, I was more open to the ideas. This change gave me many new skills and experiences that I could never have experienced in middle school. My move from middle school to high school has changed my personality, interests, and standards for academics. P1: Being placed in a new unfamiliar environment has made me more social and has improved my attitude towards life. My middle school years were the worst years of my life. This had to do with the fact that I switched...
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...Memoir “Welcome to 6th grade!” where the first words I heard when walking into my first day of school at Sunrise Middle School. Once I walked inside, I didn't exactly feel a connection with anyone in my classroom and didn’t know anyone there. I was dressed in a new uniform and felt as if I was a different and improved person. This class wasn’t going to have me for long though. I was still part of the Parrots, but just moved to the other classroom to a teacher who knew me. She was my brother’s old teacher and now she became mine. The first week turned out to go by really quick. The next week was when it started to go down. It was the point where the school year got serious and took a new turn on me. I hadn’t done work like this in Elementary...
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...In 5th grade I had a teacher that was very mean to me, her name was Miss. Pie. She would give me more homework than other students. She wouldn’t answer my questions. She would be mean especially to me. The school I went to was Red Oak elementary. I was so scared that if I did something wrong she would send me to the principal's office. I was really fragile because I had massive friend issues with some girls. “ Lauren why is your homework so sloppy?” she would ask me. I would say” I am sorry, I will work on my handwriting.” “Don’t sass back to me!” She would say. I would say ok to almost everything because I was so scared of her. On the day we were supposed to present our speeches if we wanted to run for student council. She...
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...Once we had moved to Virginia I had thought that the house edition of musical chairs was over. But I was wrong. We moved to Winchester the summer before sixth grade before moving to our current house when I was in seventh grade. Over three years and two schools, two yearbooks, and over a dozen embarrassing moments I drastically changed. During my sixth grade year I attended Daniel Morgan Middle School. I was a typical awkward, shy sixth grade girl that had no idea what I was doing. Roughly half way through the year my English teacher, Mrs. BP, asked if I would be interested in joining the school journalism staff. I jumped at the chance and soon became enamored with journalistic writing and being a part of something important. The paper consisted of “articles”, fluff pieces, and crossword puzzles, and even though it was most likely the most pathetic thing to ever circulate the school, I loved it. Journalism soon became something that would be the thread connecting my middle school yeas together. That December Mrs. BP passed out handouts about a thing called Forensics. She was going to make us participate in class, but it would be our choice if we wanted to compete. At the time I hated public speaking with a passion, but after reading my prose piece to the class I realized I enjoyed it. Competing with a prose...
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...woke me up. It was a cold fall Monday on the first day of school. I quickly got out of bed to find my breakfast still sitting on the table it smelled like cinnamon, as usual I just had a cinnamon roll. After I ate breakfast I put on my clothes and headed to the first day of middle school, since my Mom was at work I had to walk to school and it was very cold so I decided to wear two pairs of pants and three shirts before I went to school I decided to play a couple of video games and read a book. Then I walked to school. When I got to school everyone started laughing at me and I did not know why. The sound of laughter seemed to bother me. Maya, one of the popular kids with a big smile, even came up to me and said, “Hey why are you wearing 3 shirts, it makes you look fat.”...
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...In middle school, I could care less about school. I had so many other things that was going on in my life that were so much more important. I got offered so many opportunities to get the help I needed in order to succeed but I just never took advantage of it. I have ADHD and it’s very hard for me to concentrate during class. During class I would always either go to the restroom just so I could leave or I would start doodling on my notebook. I had one full notebook full of doodles. On almost all of my homework assignments I had at least four doodles in each and every one of the doodles. In middle school, we had to take benchmarks and if we failed we had to go to Saturday academy. I failed my math benchmark in sixth and seventh grade....
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...Once technology was over I went straight to Quintin’s locker with a blazing temper. I went over there and yelled at him to give me the water bottle, “I am so sorry Chase I had lost your water bottle at the seven hundred building.” At the beginning of the school year I met Quintin Abell. He went to San Elijo Middle School. He is in my second period class, Mrs.Borja, at first we weren’t really good friends but as the days went on we came to be good friends.One day after second period ended Quintin was beginning sneaky and took my water bottle. I went to go take a sip of my water but realized that it was gone. I looked around and saw Quintin walking away with it. I didn’t want to be late for class so I yelled “QUINTIN YOU BETTER GIVE ME MY WATER...
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