Middle School Experience Essay

Once the security officer left my classroom, the 10th grader looked at me and giggled. He added a disdainful remark: “Good enough for you.” In

The principle comes through the back so he could talk to me, he takes me through the back door and puts me in my first period class.Immediately all the white students look at me and start yelling at me and are throwing everything in their possession.The principle comes threw the door outraged and starts yelling at the white students they quickly stop throwing things at me and I finally get my first day of learning.

Starting the day started off by waiting in my seat a 3rd-grade classroom at River View Elementary taught by Mrs. Course. Surrounded by the same people every day waiting in agony to get called out of the classroom. It was thoughtful of the teachers to let me leave almost every day, so I could gain help with reading during the time everyone else was reading with the teacher. Although leaving early every day left me wondering if anyone notices. The teacher walks up to me and says “Shaylee it’s time to go.” After that worry, the other 3rd graders will notice I abandon the classroom seeps into my thoughts. The volcano of questions starts to explode, creating inquiry thoughts of “What if they make fun of me?”, “Where did you

I came into class at 9:30 am as usual and took my seat. I came to class with a dreadful cold and proceeded to listen to the lesson. During class I kept going to the restroom to cough and blow my nose so I wouldn't disrupt the other students. After I came back from the restroom for the third time, Mrs. Hudelson asked me to come to her desk. She told me she

It all happened during fifth period Algebra. I had set down all of my books, got my necessary tools and started the assigned textbook page. I took a small break to stretch, eat few almonds my classmate, Paige Marie Caskey, had given me earlier, and crack my joints. That is when she decided to ask me for a calculator. I told her that she could get it herself. Paige responded with, “But I really have to pee and don’t feel like getting up!”

Walking to the middle school office unknowing of what was coming. Knowing I’ve done nothing wrong, knowing I hadn’t won anything, and ninety-nine percent sure I wasn’t forgetting a doctor or dentist appointment. Entering the office, now more confused when I realized my sister was standing in the middle of the grey dull office in front of me. “You got called to the office too?” she asked. “Yeah, do you know why we got called?” stating even more confused and concerned about why my sister and I were there. Before she could respond, Mr. Small, our school counselor, came out and requested us to follow him.

“C'mon babe, let's go before the teacher comes.” He grabs her waist and their little gang followed them to the next class. I lay there helpless as people walked on by. How can people be so cruel? What did I ever do to them? I slowly got on my knees and place my fore arm on the lockers for support. I got up with my wobbly knees then the sharp pain in my stomach caught up to me. I clutch my stomach, slowly giving up on my knees. “Em?!”

I pushed my way through the crowd and stood next to them - the sign above the classroom read “Room 402.” A series of thoughts clogged up my head. Was this the right classroom? I think I remember the number 402 somewhere on my paper? Yeah, I think so. Oh well, screw this, I am going in. I put all of my books underneath one arm and yanked the door open. Michael and Ayush followed me into the dark room. When I looked around, I whispered to Michael and Ayush, “Why does everyone here look so old and appear to be mega tall?” It was a bit funny except for that the entire class heard me, including the teacher. Yeah… We took one last look at the extremely quiet classroom and slowly backed out of the room. Those people seemed to know their way around the school - unlike us. Oh well. We carefully shut the door and realized that we were the only people in the hallway. Dang it. I took another look at my schedule and read some small print underneath some irrelevant text, “Third Period, Lutthans, Math, Room 402.” MY GOSH! WE WERE JUST IN THAT CLASSROOM!

Meanwhile, back at Saint Columbkille, all the students were quietly waiting for their teachers to return until one kid jumped on a desk and started dancing, which pretty much launched the whole school into a crazy riot. “What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do?” Jack questioned. “Ah hah, a stop light!” “If I can just time it right..........” “There's no use trying to run, well get you eventually!” Mrs. Foix yelled. Then, Jack pasted the green stoplight, and before the teachers got there, the stoplight turned red. “Aw man, we have to wait until it turns green again!” Mrs. Foix complained. “Hah, see ya!” Jack teased as he stared at the teachers. Then he ran full speed, face first into a “No Running” sign. As the exhausted teachers carried both an unconscious Jack and Hung-Yen back to Saint Columbkille, they saw huge, probing lights coming the school. “Oh no,” Mrs. Foix said. And when they entered, they saw students dancing, running, jumping, hanging, throwing, and any other stupid thing you aren't supposed to do in school. “That is it, I have had enough!” Mrs. Foix raged. And for the first time in history, all the students in a school were in detention, except Laurence, who was still crying in the

Dr. Gosby’s Comments: This student did an excellent job of applying the ideas we discussed in class relating to the obedience to authority

It was another typical day in 6th grade. My homeroom teacher, Mrs. Skolnick, was in her 60’s with glasses, has whitish gray hair and wears the best clothes! She teaches 6th grade because there were too many of us going to 6th grade last year. She taught 5th grade in the previous years. While the other teachers teach us math, social studies and science, she teaches us reading. We all think that she’s strict because she has certain qualifications for a proper essay/ paragraph.

One of my detention stories are that when me and Brant got one for going to the bathroom. It started out with Brant asking Mrs. Rauch to use the bathroom but she said no. Then I asked to use the bathroom and she said no again. After a lot of arguing me and Brant eventually just got up and left to go to the bathroom. She just said when

This event occurred at Chester-Upland school of the Arts in the third grade classroom of Mr. John Kirkwood on October 1st, at 12:20 P.M Moans of discontent fill the lunchroom as students walk begrudgingly towards the classroom.“The students were loud, they were out of control, and they were disrespectful.” the lunchroom supervisor states; today there will be no recess. They enter the room and immediately find their desks, disconnected lines arranged around a central table. A few students wait outside the room, sitting by the door for a few moments before entering the classroom. Some students ask why they have to be punished for the behavior of others. Stating only an individual student’s behavior was at fault. The teacher points to four blue squares, taped on the wall with rules written on them and instructs the students to copy them down. “We live in a community and these are the rules of our community, to respect ourself, to respect others, and to be always learning. You’ve violated these rules so copy them down and have your parents sign them.” The students obey, each little hand carefully writing down the rules. Soon the students begin to wander from the task and the teacher passes out a math worksheet to occupy their time. At 1:40, formal math instruction starts as the students put half-written rules and addition practice problems aside. The teacher stands in the center of the room and tells the students which page in their workbook to turn to. He walks around the

They were asking the questions that were running through my head, but even though I was curious I had to get them to class. Guiding the group back into line I explained, “It must be something important, like an announcement, that the teachers need to do. But it 's the end of the day, so the faster we get to the classroom, the faster we can go home.” With the prospect of going home in mind, the class quieted, scurrying to their classroom. Once there, I counted heads twice to be sure all of them were present, turned to lock the

My last year of high school, I continuously heard the saying "it's not about learning; it's about passing.” that was the good old saying about high school. Honestly, I began to live by that saying...doing whatever it took to graduate, taking a small amount of knowledge from high school to college. Another saying that was tossed around in high school was "you will need these things in your future". A lie always contain some truth, and that's exactly what happened I was lied to. In my college experience so far I have used little to sometimes none of the techniques used in high school.