My Experience In My Middle School

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In this paper I will discuss the Final Argument in Plato’s Phaedo. In this argument Socrates concludes, “Then, Cebes, beyond question, the soul is immortal and imperishable, and our souls will truly exist in another world (Plato, 1689).” This argument may be the most convincing of his arguments about the afterlife, but the way in which he comes to his conclusion that the soul is immortal and indestructible is flawed, and because of this, I find that Plato’s final argument is not sound and lacking validity. I feel this argument is an unsound deductive argument. In order to show evidence of this, I will examine how Plato reached his conclusion.

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.

Student experiences can be evaluated in a variety of ways and attributed to the quality of educational systems. At different ages, students are better suited to different types of learning environments and teaching methods; however, the effectiveness of schools and teachers continuously influences all school-aged children. Throughout this analysis, I will focus primarily on my experience during my 6th grade year in middle school, including how my success was affected by the effectiveness of the school and my teachers throughout the year.

I would like to pretend that the bridge between elementary school and high school did not exist for me—that junior high just did not happen. I was a seemingly thoughtless kid, determined to make it out of school entirely and live in my own world where nobody could tell me what to do. I was awkward, irrational, and rebellious, three qualities I cannot thank my parents enough for dealing with. But the experiences and people I encountered in my junior high years almost made that whole chapter of my life worth reliving. I went through a lot in junior high, and have many memories of ridiculous instances that make it easy to make fun of myself.

All during Elementary School I couldn 't wait 'till Middle School no more taddle tails. A different teacher every day, No more cranky teacher for the whole day. Yeah! The best part about it is that there will be air conditioning. I know that sounds really weird but at my old school there was no air conditioning so at the end of the school year the rooms would get super hot and none of the teachers would want to turn on the fans because they were loud and the students would get really distracted. I know that sounds crazy.

The story of Adam and Eve is from the book Genesis, the first book of the Old Testament, and shows attributes of a myth. Adam and Eve got exiled from Eden for eating a piece of fruit off the tree of knowledge after God advised them not to. Adam and Eve were then banned from Eden and full of shame and remorse for what they have done. Also, God created the Earth with demigods living in paradise with everything in their reach. After man was created they were filled with curiosity and naivete. Adam and Eve are the protagonists in the first story of The Bible.

Throughout my three year experience in middle school, I had always been treated like the black sheep of the class. I was that tall, awkward girl with braces, uncontrollable acne, strange fashion, airheaded moments, and unusual music taste. I attended Paauilo Intermediate School and anyone who has heard of that school knows how small the student body is. My entire grade was made up of thirty students, so making good friends was such a rarity. The group that I settled with consisted of four other girls, who I wasn’t exactly thrilled to had made the acquaintance of. We were all significantly different from one another, coming from different walks of life and had different hearts. However, the four of them had one thing in common-- they loved making me feel horrible. I remember being the pushover friend who let everybody else walk all over me because I did not have the heart to say “no”. I remember letting them and everyone else call me “stupid” and didn’t involve me in any of their conversations and because of that, they let me think that my opinions weren’t valid. They used to hide my belongings when I was looking the other way and had a good laugh whenever I got upset about it. But they still referred to me as their “best friend” and let me sit with them at the lunch table, so I was okay with it. After all, all I ever wanted was to be apart of something.

Being in middle school is a dreadful place to be, almost all students will acknowledge that this statement has truth behind it. My middle school was a long two-story building that had mirrored halls on its floors, save for the gym, cafeteria, and front office, which were all found on the bottom floor. There were even colored tiles on the floor that indicated the walking paths from one class to the next. Now the experience I had in middle school wasn’t the greatest thing in the world, but it could have been worse. Sixth grade year I was separated from my friends I had in elementary school but I made some really fantastic ones that I still have today. However, in seventh grade I was located in a different block of classes from my friends entirely and the only time I saw them was during band class. Little did I know I was going to meet a person that would change my life forever.

I never expected I’d spend the first two years of high school bedridden and suicidal. I was born and raised in Elmhurst, Queens. Attending the same school from kindergarten to 8th grade, I was used to being in the same environment. I was given assurance when my friends consistently told me that I was lucky and that I would be able to adapt to high school life fairly quickly — I was the outgoing one, the one who made everyone laugh.

Each year of school you meet new people and experience new lessons. The school year comes with many hardships and downfalls, but it also comes with some good times. For me personally, freshman year was the not only the toughest year of school to get good grades, it also had some of my most traumatizing life experiences and lessons. Freshman year was not all bad though. For example, I met many new people that I cherish dearly in life and made solid relationships with new friends, teachers, and coaches. Ninth grade is the foundation for the rest of your high school career, so I tried my best to succeed not only inside the classroom, but also outside of the classroom, and I think I achieved my goal.

As you begin your high school journey, there are many things that you should know. First off, hallway etiquette: walk on the right side of the hallway, and although it may be tempting, do not run or scream. All of the upperclassman will be thankful if you do this.  Although proper hallway etiquette is what many seniors want freshmen to know, there are many more important lessons to be shared to find success in high school. You must do your best at all times, but also learn to cope with failure when things do not work out the way you had hoped. Do not take anything for granted, and always be grateful.  Your experiences in high school will change you, and it is vital that you use these experiences to grow.

Getting out of bed used to be the worst part of my day. I know I sound so relatable and quirky but I’m serious. I dreaded falling asleep and having to wake up to the same bleak day with the same schedule as the days and weeks before. The same thoughts the same cloths the same lessons, what was the point. In my last year of middle school these were my thoughts.i know what you're thinking, ‘only being in middle school you’re too young to be thinking like this, you haven't seen any part of the world yet.’ At the time i didn't know anything more than the four walls of my room and the lyrics to some punk band i found on the internet.

It was the beginning of 6th grade, I’m pretty sure any kid would be excited for the start of the new school year; especially going into middle school. You feel a sense of maturity, even though you may not be. You seem to walk into a new world with kids who are a couple years older than you, and you try so hard to fit in. This was quite different for me, my years of middle school were probably the hardest years of my life.

In middle school, I was a weird, chunky kid. Not that being chunky is weird, I just looked like a little bowling ball with really frizzy hair. Having never really been good at sports, I was never really cool, and neither were my friends. It wasn’t until I saw my friend drawing, that I decided to give it a shot. I knew I wasn’t very good when I started but I didn’t really care. Wanting to get better, so I practiced more and more. At this time I was only in second grade, so I was just grateful that I found something I enjoyed.