2007:                

I was having the time of my life in Minnesota. Most of my family was there, like my aunts, uncles and cousins. My cousins and I would hang out almost everyday. In winter of 2007, it snowed so much! It would snow everyday. Although I enjoyed snow so much, I tripped on a block of ice and landed on my face. It hurt for weeks! This year, my family and I went to the Mall of America. In the center of the mall, there was a giant amusement park! I rode on rides all day and ended up getting soaked from the water rides. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience for me.

2008:             

In May of 2008, I stepped out of the DFW airport early in the morning. A wave of heat hit my skin. It was burning! It was so hot in Texas, I thought I was going to die. My parents told me to put on sunscreen before we left the airport because it was going to be hot here. I didn’t listen to them. Once I stepped out, my skin was hurting! After we left the airport, I smelled the delicious aroma of pancakes at Whataburger. It was a fun and painful experience.

2009:              

I stepped into the enormous house. It looked like a palace with windows everywhere and thousands of rooms. We finally found an amazing house to live in. It had everything I could only dream of. I had my own room. Back in Minnesota, I had to share a room with my sister. I would get pretty annoyed because she would always talk to me in the middle of the night while I was trying to go to sleep. When I got my own room, it was very peaceful to sleep.

2010:                   

It was my first day of second grade, the elementary school that I went to had rotten tiles. They have ages so much throughout the decades it had been built. Everything was old. I stepped into the school with a striped, blue shirt, jeans and the ugliest shoes you could ever imagine. They were as black as the night sky and they looked deformed. I went into the class so excited until a girl that sat next to me told me that she had better handwriting than me. “Shut up, you little rat!”, I yelled at her. We started to argue then that progressed to physical fighting. The teacher ended up calling our parents to come pick us up early. “It was all of your fault! You’re the reason we’re in trouble!”, the girl says. We were bickering about whose fault it was for our parents picking us up early. “I can’t believe you already got into a fight!”, my mother says. My parents were so upset with me. I had a very bad day.

2011:           

This year was the first year I went to Sixflags. It was a very cold day in January. I was definitely getting a cold. The first ride I’ve ever went on was the Runaway Mountain. The line was so long! I had to wait two hours just to ride it for two minutes. Unbelievable! While I was in the line, I saw a skeleton in a cart coming of the edge of the mountain. It was for decoration, but I came to the conclusion that it was a person from the ride. Immediately, I freaked out! “What am I going to do? My parents will never take me to Sixflags ever again if I get out of this line!”, I thought to myself. I thought that Sixflags was more important than my safety, even though the skeleton was for decoration. When I got to the front of the line, I got really anxious. I thought I was going to die! When I got onto the ride, it was thrilling! I had the time of my life for those two minutes. At the end of the day, I came out of Sixflags thinking I was the bravest person in the world!

2012:           

This year was a very long year for me. It went by very slow because of the amount of stuff that happened, but is one important thing that happened that built my identity. It was when I wore the headscarf for the first time. It was the middle of my fourth grade year. When I walked into the classroom with my headscarf on, my classmates thought I was a new student. “Hello and welcome to our class!”, several of my classmates said to me. After a few minutes of confusion on my face, I realized they thought I was new because of the headscarf. I told them that it was me. They were shocked! They couldn’t believe that they couldn’t tell that was me. Overall, they were very accepting and didn’t treat me any different.

2013:                 

It was my first day of fifth grade. I got new classmates who weren’t familiar with the headscarf, like my former classmates from fourth grade. On the first day, many of my new classmates asked me what that “thing” on my head was. I was a little kid and didn’t know that they were just curious. “It’s none of your business!”, I responded. I realize now that it was a very ignorant thing to say considering that they had no clue what I was wearing on my head and why I was wearing it. I just thought they were trying to be offensive when they only wanted to know what it was.

2014:                   

This year, I switched to a new school. I was excited and nervous. I only knew two people who went to the school and I didn’t know what classes I was even going to have with them. I was coming to the school three weeks late since they start earlier, so I didn’t know what I was in for. When I arrived at the school in the morning, the math teacher gave me a test. I didn’t understand any of the material on that test because the school did math a year ahead that every other school I went to. I flunked the test so bad! Also, I had PE that very day, and I didn’t have a PE uniform. It was also the end of August. I was so sweaty! I hated that day.

2015:
This was a terrible year for me, which is funny because when I ask people what their least favorite grade level was, most of them end up saying seventh grade. I had gotten into a fight with my group of friends and we had this thing called pods, which meant we had the same classes together for that year. They were my only friends in that class. For a month and a half, I stopped talking to them and didn’t talk  to anyone in my class. After that month and a half, we resolved the issue, but we stopped being friends because we thought it was for the best. “We should go our separate ways”, my former friends says. We never talked to each other for the rest of the year.

2016:
This was my last year of middle school and I wanted to make the best of it. In the middle of summer, I found out I was going to have the same classes with my seventh grade class for the entire year! Just when I thought I could escape the drama. I knew it was going to be very awkward with my former friends. I walked into class on the first day and I just hated it. I thought the year was never going to end. After a few months, I reconnected with my former group of friends, though we still weren’t very close. I made new friends from my class and I became closer to my group of friends. It ended up being a great year after all.

2017:
I just started high school. It’s already stressing. Though, it’s stressing, I have became best friends with everyone from my former middle school class and made new friends. I’ve also reconnected with some of my old friends from 2014 because we never got to talk again until this year because we were split into pods for seventh and eighth grade. The downside is the amount of homework we get each night. I never get enough sleep! Other than that, I feel that this year is going to be amazing as well.