My name is George, i now have graduated from middle school and am very nervous for my first day at Maggie next year. As my summer progresses i gets rid of all the fun, games, and annoyances of my younger days and slowly grow to my new view on life, as a high school students.
On the first day of the new high school experience the usually happens, rejoining with past Friends, comparisons of class schedules, talk about who's summer was the best. Then the first bell rings. all of my class mates, including me, begin to get scared of the fact of new teachers and new bully and longer classes and begin to freak. They all rush to get to class because i mean who really wants detention on the first day of school. My first class, math, I walk in see that there are a few people in the class that I know back in the corner of the room and joins the group. The second bell rings and the math teacher comes in. A tallish man bout 5'6" 5'7", a hairy man with glasses a scraggly beard,and bald head, he wore a pair of flat black dress pants and a Hawaiian style dress shirt. the hole class went into a hushed laughter you know the kind of awkward one. and the teacher grabbed the yard stick from the board and slapped it on the desk. In a very Stearn voice, quite intimidating I thought, he said "Class My name is Mr. Waisly, and the is math principles so if u think this is gonna be a easy class you might as well leave now" one of the kids left crying.
The introductions took place and the coarse info and all that stuff, i was amazed at the amount of stuff we were gonna do. but now were on the break. and i meet my new bully, Johnston, his nick name was giant Johny, he pushed me against the lockers and introduced him self "hi my name is Johnston, well my buddy's call me giant johnny, but your gonna call me sir" "yes sir" i quickly replied.
he put me down and walked away, pushing a few kids out of the way.
So as the days past i went to my classes learned my schedule and dealt with sir. The typical high school experience loads of home work, piles of notes, mean teachers. and as the year progresses, i feel like I'm becoming different, jokes i thought were funny are becoming stupid, things i used to do all the time are just not interesting.
The year come to the end and we have finals, there so hard and long you feel like u sit there for days in the cold gym pack with hundreds of kids. But finally the Principal comes in and says these wonderful words dismissing us from our torcher chamber.
my summer this year is completely different am spending time with this girl i like, working at my part time job but the hours seem to never end there, I feel the difference of my last years summer break and how my and my Friend just kinda ran around with no real place to go, and this years were always working hanging out with new people. As we went through the year in high school we all matured differently and have lots of interests that just aren't common anymore. some of the events that happened during the year i guess just made some of us mature more than the others.
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Lots of content - that is good. Mechanics are a concern, especially tense - be consistent. Focus on a more specific event. You are covering an entire year in a few paragraphs.
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