My First Week Of Middle School

When I was in fith grade I was so excited to go to middle school. My sister had told me how wonderful it had been for her and it got me more and more happy as the weeks led up to the first day of school. I wanted to do everything like having a locker and getting to decorate it and having different periods with different teachers, but when the first day came, I realized it's not much of a picnic. The fist day of school was the worst. I spent hours waiting in a long line and sitting in the        M.P.R. When it was over I had to get to my first class, but just like anybody else, I got lost. When I reached my math class I had realized I didn't know anybody that went to the school. It took a couple of days before I really got to know people. Walking through the halls were interesting to me. I was smaller and new to the fact that kids would  run into me like a stampede. Though as the days went by I had gotten used to my schedule and my locker and getting to each class in under six minutes. The first week wasn't really much of what I had expected, but it turned out to be fun, interesting, and horrible at the same time.

My Plan for the Future

Recently I figured out my plan for the future. I want to graduate high school with a full scholarship and take a year off before I go to college. When that year is over I am going to attend Cambrige University and study to become an architect in the United Kingdom. When all of my learning and stressing is over, I am going to come back to California and design buildings and houses. My dream is to create a building that everybody will remember, like the  Eiffel Tower. Until I have enough money to rent a house or apartment, I want to get a house with my sister, Aubrey, and my cousin, Maggie. Even though I have lots of things planned out for myself, I don't know if anything will work out the way I want it to. As everybody knows, you can't see or be in the future. Only the present, but if I work hard, I can make it there.