During my elementary and middle school experience I don’t ever really recall doing reading groups, however, Accelerated Reading was enforced in my elementary schools and one of my middle schools. In 5th grade I remember that there was a school-wide competition for most points accumulated and most books read. I won first place for most points accumulated but took second for most books read. Through my elementary school experience I had read the Harry Potter series, The Series of Unfortunate Events, a thirteen book series, and the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. There was a state-wide writing contest during my 5th grade year in which I made it to the state level. The topic of writing was about bridges. The story could a literal bridge
So, you want to know how to survive middle school? Well I can help you. Being a middle school student, you pick up a couple tricks along the way. Then sometimes you can even find or hear tips, now a lot of the tips and tricks usually come from a teacher, but you will discover some on your own that will make Middle School a bit easier. Throughout my time as a middle school student, I have definitely found so many tips and tricks. Now some tips and tricks are just plain sense, but you don’t always utilize these tips.
Barry couldn't believe that it was morning already, he went to sleep at 1 a.m because he stayed up binge watching his favorite show.“Barry wake up, it's 7:30!” Diana yelled as she rushed into her son's room. “Mom! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?, it's the first day of school!” was what came out Barry’s mouth although he knew that it was his fault like always. Barry stared at his alarm clock, which was completely silent, no noise or numbers reflecting off the screen to let Barry know that it was time to get ready for his first day of middle school. The day brightened considerably, the shadows were stretching in the opposite direction from what Barry had seen yesterday in his first day in New York. His father, Daniel, and Diana rush into the car since it was Daniel’s first day as well, at his new job in the famous World Trade Center. "Ready for your big day today champ?”, Barry didn't answer because of the memories that rushed through his brain of all his friends, teachers, and his grandpa.
During my eighth grade year in middle school I had one of the magnificent teachers ever, Mr. Gendron. He's was my Avid and a math teacher. He would also teach everyone what was right and wrong. Teaching everyone what they can do to succeed, asking if they needed someone to talk to, he was as a counselor to me. Whenever he would see someone changing their way to be he would know something was going on, it was as he had superpowers. He believed that we could work hard enough to succeed. He had hope on us whatsoever. Failing wasn't an option for us, he would try his best to make us understand the lesson. Making us learn each problem step-by-step. Many significant memories in my eighth grade year, but the special ones are with Mr.
Middle school was a lot of fun for me, I met a lot of new people and lots of new girls. It was also kinda tough in the beginning with switching classes and things and having so many different teachers and lots of homework from different classes and having to remember the room numbers of each class but eventually I got used to everything.
Middle school was just the beginning for me. When I came into the middle school, I thought I wasn’t going to survive but later on I realized it wasn’t terrible at all. I've made some great memories and the best one’s were here. Fifth grade was the start for me, sixth and seventh grade shaped my personality, and eighth grade made me come into contact with myself.
My experience as a eighth grader at the Middle School was good. The skills and knowledge that will help me as a freshman at the high school would be to complete assignments when due, advocate for myself, and try to acommplish getting good grades, and at last staying organized. I am looking forward to strive for good grades, and being successful throughout the school year. Towards the end of my eighth grade year, towards March and April I learned about my upcoming freshman year. A group of Scarborough High School students came to the Scarborough Middle School cafeteria and told eighth graders what its like in Highschool and how to be successful as a Highschool student. Some things they talked about were core classes, programs of studies, study
Middle school was the worst three years of my life. From getting bullied to getting suspended each year of middle school, I learned that it’s not that pleasing and not that great. I honestly would say that I strongly dislike it and would never go back and do it over again because it was boring as can be, too much bullying, and getting suspended. I have learned my lessons and thought about what I've done.
My middle school experience has been like a rollercoaster, full of ups and down and sharp twist and turns that either make me scream in excitement or cry in fear, and in the end, it went by too quickly making me question whether I want to experience it all over again or leave and never turn back. No matter how I feel about it, middle school has shaped who I am today. Since the beginning of 6th grade till now, the end of 8th grade, I’ve changed a lot. I’m not just walking able gaining weight and growing a few inches; I’m talking about what I discovered. The last 3 years has taught me many lessons and helped me grow emotionally and changed my view of the world, the people around me and myself.
My middle school experience was nothing short of the typical cringe-worthy school pictures, embarrassing fashion ensembles, feisty friendship fallouts, and awkward bodily changes. I nonetheless made the most of my three years in the “big kid wing” of Owensville Community School.
As a child, I never worried about grades since I never really had any competition. Most of the time I was always in the top 5 without any trouble. Then that changed when I entered middle school.
Middle school was like the beginning to something amazing. New teachers, new friends, new sights to see, but it in my case not everything went as expected. I grew in a poverty stricken family with no academic background nor motivation. Private school to me was meant for the smart and the wealthy, so sadly I was already crafting the thought that I was not good enough yet would do whatever it took to get to high school. About 5th grade in 2006, a nun told us to draw something that represented who we were and what we liked. Drawing was a great deal for me, I absolutely loved to conjure up creative thins whether in drawing or in writing. However, the nun didn’t seem pleased by the small skulls I drew on my illustration and proceeded to crumple
I was enrolled in a band class in Rochelle middle school in the eighth grade. It was somewhat in the middle of the year when the elementary students came to visit and get a tour of our school for most of the day. The whole day I saw fifth graders walking up and down the hall with their teachers, peering into the classrooms. Naturally, I was excited to see the new kids exploring my middle school and wanted to impress them with my senior title, which I did. I conversed with some of the kids on my way to different classes and tried to ease them into the idea of going to school here. When the bell rung for band class, all of the band and drama students had to report to the auditorium to give the kids a performance. After all of the performances
This has been my reality for 13 years. I have always been “that kid” who sat at the lunch table alone because I lacked friends.All the other kids boast about how great the school is and how enjoyable middle school is. However, I beg to differ. I have fallen behind in my academics, failing every single class I am enrolled in. I am even failing gym. Gym? Who fails gym is right? I don’t show up because it puts me in a position to be bullied. I often sit in the bathroom during that period thinking. I would always ask myself why. Why did I have to be the loner in the school? Why couldn’t my parent afford the clothes everyone else is wearing? Why couldn’t girls be attracted to me? This angered me; I was angry at the world. I even contemplated suicide
The high school experience is something that will forever dominate the psyche of most American adults. It was an unforgettable time of fun, rebel-rousing, summer loves and parties. It was a time of warm summer days at the pool and chilly autumn nights, watching the football team and wondering were the party was going to be that night. School dances and hotel parties. Seems like all I can remember are the good times. High School is a very emotional time for many teens and everything matters. The insidious problems that I had to face are but a smudge on my memory, things like too much homework, zits, mean people, gossip, and algebra. The social atmosphere that permeated every aspect of high school could
When people start high school they’re usually so excited. They can’t wait to experience everything that comes with being in high school, I mean who wouldn’t? Everyone says that high school is the best four years of your life. Now that I’m months away from graduating, I can’t say they were my best years but I can say they were my most educational years, of course I wouldn’t say that they weren’t fun because they were. When I say educational, I mean I’ve learned so much about myself and so much about life. I learned what the words family, love, betrayal, law and life meant. All these events changed me, and I’m glad they happened because I wouldn’t have learned all these lessons. My personality hasn’t changed; I’m still a carefree girl,