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This is one of my school essays... I got bored...
Read and comment plz.
You know, people change and mature so immensely over such little time. What’s unbelievable is that you realize that you changed only when you look back at a photo of yourself from not too long ago. Strange, isn’t it? But even within a few months, people change. Well, I know that I have changed greatly since fourth grade. I’m in a different, bigger school, I know that I have more friends, and I am definitely more mature.
…So, I’m not a happy little kid anymore, well, I’m still pretty happy, but I now longer go to Plympton Elementary. Now, according to the elementary students, I’m a “big kid,” meaning I am so much taller to them… but I like being small! Being in middle school isn’t all about being a “big kid”; to me, sadly, it’s about more teachers, more classes, and being in a bigger, more painfully confusing school. At least at Plympton I only had one teacher per grade that taught all my subjects. What my homeroom teacher didn’t teach me was taught by “specialists,” which included Science, Drama, Physical Education (no offense, but still don’t know why it’s “education,” to me it’s more like much needed exercise to get your energy out), and Art. Since lots of kids are doing poorly on math MCAS, I have Math five times a week, and now, Reading and English are considered separate subjects (kind of weird…) Science isn’t a specialist any more, so I have that four times a week just like the other regular subjects. Because of that, at Kennedy, I have to alternate between what seems like, (ugh,) a million teachers, but to be more exact, it’s only about ten. “Only ten?!” you might ask. Well, wait ‘till I get up to the High School. In addition, since there are more teachers, there are more classes. “Yeah… no kidding,” you might think, but it’s possible to have two teachers per class, you know, student teachers and such… just saying. Lastly, being in a bigger school luckily leads to more varied people, meaning more friends.
Ok, so having more friends isn’t that big, but it is to me. I’ve never really been the “popular” kid, not that I really want to be, it would be too crazy because everybody would be watching your every move… What I like about my friends is that they have different interests. For example, one of my friends is crazy about books, what’s kind of funny it that it seems like he’ll die if he doesn’t have a book with him. Another one of my friends, which has now moved, went berserk over beef jerky, so for a good-bye present, I brought him a nice bold blue gift bag with some juicy beef jerky inside, he loved it. Now-a-days, kids have developed more interests since forth grade, resulting in so many cliques among the girls. These can range from “mean and cruel” cliques, to “kind and funny” cliques, so there’s at least one that I fit into. The thing is, I really like to share and be kind to people, you know, help out and things like that. In addition, I’m kind of funny, mostly by the things I say in my writing, or about politics. Some of my friends here go to the same karate dojo that I do. Since I’m the highest belt level, brown, of the students in the school, they basically make it my job to remind them if we have weapons class or fighting. Having more friends in a way makes me more mature, because my friends at Plympton didn’t exclude me if I was acting a bit “weird.”
Lastly, believe it or not, I have matured a lot since fourth grade, meaning I’m not bouncing of the walls anymore. Ok, so I’m still a bit crazy. Anyways, I feel like I’m a lot more calm…er. I used to throw tantrums and knock things about. But I’ve learned to control that though experience, and I know the consequences of my actions. To me, being more organized means being more mature, it just makes life so much easier being organized. Back in fourth grade, I had a desk that held everything I needed for school, it was really disorganized, as was my locker through sixth grade. Now, my locker is more organized, so it only falls apart when my “shelving unit” collapses, but it only takes about five minutes to re-organize it. That being said, through organization and thinking about my actions, I know that I have matured.
So I didn’t change in little ways since fourth grade, I changed in big ways, but by taking small steps. I am now going to a different school, which is now Kennedy. Since I am going to a bigger school, I have more friends, and since I have more friends, I feel like they helped me mature. Hmm, I wonder how I will change from now to High School? Let me think about that…
 Dino_Didnt_Do_It · Thu Mar 01, 2007 @ 10:11pm · 0 Comments |
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