Goals

On September 6^th, 2016 I wrote a letter to my future self, in hopes to achieve a few goals throughout the year. I can say I have successfully accomplished them. I became off with saying how I was scared for my future, and honestly I still am. It is scary leaving somewhere you know like the back of your hand. But we’ll all move on to bigger and better things. I continued saying how proud of where I have gotten in school and in life. I wanted to figure out what I want to do with my life, I don’t have every step laid out but I have the start to it. In my letter I said I didn’t want to dorm but I was thinking about it. Soon, I’ll be commuting to GCC for my general studies. I wanted to strive to do my best my senior year and not the senioritis get the best of me. I’m obviously not as motivated as I was in the beginning of the year, but I’m still completing my homework and still getting exempt from exams. I took a big challenge on for myself. I went from having late arrival every day the first half of the year, to taking Chemistry first block at the end of the year. At the start of the year, I had literally zero homework assignments. Economics was my really big class but I had a study hall to always have work completed before school ever ended. Second half was my hardest semester without a doubt. But I still made it on honor roll and I’m proud of that. 

9-12 Reflections

High School, the four fastest years of your whole life. I walked in to school as a little freshman with a locker full of pictures of the friends that I thought that I would stick with forever. As a freshman your instantly hated, no one can even disagree with that. I started Cheerleading over the summer and became friends with some upperclassmen. Growing up I’ve always been attracted to the older crowd. The first day of freshman year, I got lost. Everyone’s worst nightmare. Now that I look back on it, I laugh because Alden is such a small school I don’t even know how I got lost. Funny thing is, a Senior walked me to my locker. Freshman year was an emotional rollercoaster. It was like a stereotypical worst year of your life ever. I went through so many things freshman year but then it all ended. I watched the seniors leave and then I grew another year and was able to wear green as a sophomore. 10^th grade was really my turning point in my life. I learned that not everyone is going to be true to you. People will talk about you, but you can’t do anything about it. You have to do you, and they’ll do them. I really believe sophomore year was my favorite year of high school. I experienced so many things that helped me become the person I am today. Once again, I watched the seniors walk the stage and I moved up another step into Junior year, the ugliest color, yellow. I really hated wearing yellow because my hair is yellow but that’s beside the point. Junior year was weird. I became such good friends with the class above me. It sucked watching them leave, that was on graduation that hit home a little. I knew it would be me next year. Senior year came, four years later and it finally started. Now I’m sitting in English 12 typing about all 13 years of my life here at Alden. Senior year was full of lasts. As a lot of people know me, I’m very emotional. Everything will hit home when I walk the stage, leaving the people in grew up with for 13 years is going to suck. Some of the people that we only see walking down the halls, we might never see again. As much as we all say we hate one another, were all going to miss each other. As our final days come to an end, I wouldn’t have rather grew up and made all these memories with anyone else other than the class of 2017.

6-8 Reflections

Onto my journey into the Middle School...

The first day I walked in I was so nervous switching classes. I went to open house over the summer and made sure I had my first locker combination down. I ventured off to find all my classes and I couldn’t wait for the first day of school. I walked in on a September morning with all my color coordinated binders and folders and 2 water bottles. After the second last class of the day came around I hurried to my locker dodging all the old 8^th graders. I got to my locker with a huge puddle at the foot of it. I opened it and my water bottle spilled all over my brand new binders, I was so embarrassed I didn’t know what to do. A poor little 6^th grader running late to a class on the first day of Middle School. 7^th grade rolled around and it was the most awkward stage of everyone life. The dark eyeliner and attempted straighten hair months hit me hard. 8^th grade we felt like we were on top of the world, one more year until high school and we were finally ending the most awkward years of our lives.

In Middle School I meet one of my best friends yet to date. She’s one of those friends where you don’t have to talk to for months and then you call each other up, get together and it’s like you never even had any time apart. It’s literally the best type of friendship you could ever have with someone.

As those three weird, unpleasant years wrapped up we all moved onto High School.

K-5 Reflection

I started my schooling at Alden Primary School in kindergarten. I made best friends with the people I didn’t know that I’d spend the next 13 years of my life with. I looked up to everyone that was older and I couldn’t wait to be them. After kindergarten ended, I traveled down the hall and met my all-time favorite teacher, Mrs. Schmidt. We walked out to the buses every day, ate snack together, and I couldn’t wait to see her again the next day after a day ended. She even pulled out my first tooth and I was so excited to tell her that the tooth fairy came. It broke my heart leaving her going onto 2^nd grade but we stayed in touch. In 2^nd grade I remember going room to room during the day collecting money every Friday for dress down day. 3^rd grade I moved up to the intermediate school, it was a weird experience to move up into another school. I had very long blonde hair that I decided to donate in 4^th grade to locks of love. My hair went to someone that needed a wig due to a disease or something else. It made me feel good to help someone else in need. I had Mr. Perry that year, and he always stood on his desk and jumped off doing an air guitar. I’ll never forget when we were reading Indian in the cupboard. Cookie Altieri put gum across her eyebrows pretending to be the main character, she got it stuck and had to go to the bathroom to try to get it off. We still joke about it today,almost 8 years later. In 5^th grade we celebrated our moving up day. We all began our adventures in Alden Middle School.