School Days

School Days

School has had its many ups and downs through the years. From hitting a game winner in a basketball game to transferring to a new school. I would have never imagined myself being where I am today.

I don't remember much of my elementary school days. Actually, I don't remember anything until 2nd grade. I remember 2nd grade so clearly because that was the year I moved to Heber Springs, from Shirley. I was in Mrs Seatons class at Shirley, my parents were talking about moving. We hadn't fully decided yet. He was trying to get a job at First Assembly of God in Heber. Well, he got the job and we moved, about halfway through the year. The first day at the new school was coming up and I was nervous. It was a new school and I wasn't looking forward to it. Luckily, i didn't have to go the first day because I got sick. I was good to go the next day though. I got Mrs Ingram for my 2nd grade teacher at Heber. That class is where I met my best friend, Ethan Bly. He was my best friend up until 9th grade. The next couple of years flew by, I don't remember much from them.

Middle school was a different story, it was way more memorable. It started off in 6th grade, I was nervous because we weren't allowed to use backpacks, only binders. My brothers were already in middle school, so I was asking them about everything. I was kind of freaking out, a little bit. I was also nervous about the lockers. I had never had a locker and didn't know how they worked entirely. Luckily, 6th grade wasn't too hard on me. I had the nicest teacher, as my homeroom teacher, Mrs Cathey. We had a game called Sparkle that we would play every Friday. Everyone would stand up, and she would say the vocabulary word. The first person from one side of the room would start off saying the first letter of the vocab word, and the next letter, and so on, moving down the line. And after the final letter was spoken for the vocab word, the next person would say, "Sparkle." It was odd at first, but by the end of the year it was my favorite game.

The next year, 7th grade, was a good year. It was the first year I would be playing basketball on the school team. I'm pretty positive that we sucked that year, but that didn't matter. It was all about the experience of my first year on the school team. It was also the first year I got detention. I didn't do anything bad to cause the detention, I was just tardy 5 times. I remember the day I got my 5th tardy, my sister needed help carrying something to her class in the elementary school, so I helped her. I forgot to get a note from the teacher that said that I had helped her, so I was like 10 minutes late and got d-hall.

During my 8th grade year there isn't much to tell. It was the year that I was on the junior high basketball team, I didn't play at all, I was always