Seventh Grade Experience Analysis

Sophomore year is an in between year. No longer were we freshman, but we did not quite have the pressure of a junior and senior. I came to realize I was not able to be the perfect student, or even the perfect child, I was always perceived to be. Years of being a teacher’s pet made school effortless, I never knew the feeling of getting something wrong. Just like in Plato’s “Allegory of the Cave,” I only fantasised what I thought was real about myself, I was to never present a mistake. I could not mess up for it would mean failure, leading to disappointment. Classes were harder, teachers did not have as close as a personal connection with their students, I struggled with this change. My

If I look back on my life it is very different than it used to be. Middle School is 3 years of countless phases. One day you are a Mets fan another day you are a Yankees fan. One day all your friends play on Playstation and then they all buy an Xbox because it is the next cool thing to do. You just do not know what will be “in” next. When this is all over you can recap the good and the bad. We all have our good and bad times. but now all of us will be going to different schools next year. The crossroad has come for us what happens now cannot be changed. The next chapter in the book of my life has come and the introduction has been written.

In my time here at Sublette Middle School, I have never perceived more about myself or my peers. I have gained massive amounts of intelligence, and stress, through my experience. But, I believe that all of the stress and anxiety was worth it, because it has contributed to my perspective on education. Education gives you a motive to get a good job, and not to rely on your parents or loved ones for support.

How would I use my unique talents or abilities to address a school or community issue? I as of now am the class president of my 7th grade, Hastings Middle School class. In ways to make my school better, I always attend school officer meetings, and listen to my peer’s wishes and hopes. However, one thing I have learned is the fact that you can only do so much for your school realistically. For example, as of writing this, my school has banned water bottle flipping. Water bottle flipping is something with enough work and dedication, I can change. An example to what I can’t change are school lunches. The school already has a certain food supplier, certain food-related staff, and certain menus. To try to change this would be to disrupt many parts

Looming in front of me was something new, a fresh start. Despite being this, it seemed cold and trying, something that sent shivers down my spine. Mixed emotions of uncertainty and optimism had filled my first day of middle school; and as my final year is drawing to a close, I realize that this place-this transitional time in my life- is something that I never want to leave. I created a home away from home, and a family, over the short three years spent learning here. Each school year, from first to concluding, brought new experiences in which have altered my life. These are the things that I am hoping to carry over into high school-my next chapter. Every experience in which middle school has brought leaves me changed indefinitely, shaped for the future ahead.

I came into this school year very stressed and scared, but as I have made it through the year I have been able to learn how to control my stress and fear. I would get scared to ask questions the first couple of weeks, because I didn’t know anyone, but I learned that everyone around me are here to help and I need to remember that.

One day, I came across such a beautiful beast, poetry. It raised me, raised my soul to live better. Feeding me its wisdom every day, but it wasn’t always like this. In 9th grade, the beast held no significance to me, and we soon departed. In 11th grade, our paths crossed once more, holding the key to the door that remained locked in my heart. With my close friend, Angela, we’d unlock that door, only to find my true humanity. Through the months, my poetry and I would have evolved in many different ways.

I remember vividly arriving on the first day of seventh grade not really focused on the school year, but focused on my first day as a Collegiate football player that afternoon. However my new English teacher Mr.Bradshaw, noticed that on the first day and changed my priorities very quickly. The first semester of seventh grade was tough for me, learning how to balance school and sports is a vital part of my growth as a student athlete, which I am still trying to figure out today. Seventh grade was definitely a year where I learned a lot, I learned to not eat my snack in assembly from Mr. Rider, I learned that Bubba’s barber shop gives crummy haircuts, I learned the importance of leadership, and preparation, I have learned to dream, and not make dreams my master, I have learned to think but not to make thoughts my aim. I came out of seventh grade confident in myself and in my abilities, and ready to embark on the last part of my middle school journey, eighth grade. I went into eighth grade knowing my role as a leader of the middle school and ready to embrace it. Now at the end of my eighth grade year, having learned a lot in middle

It was that time of the year ,which was back to school, it was the day ,I got to meet my 8th grade teacher ,I was sweating and had butterflies in my stomach. It was coincidence to find my friend Sheyla at the parking lot. Sheyla said she has met her teacher ,but needed a few more supplies ,so she was just back from getting her last supplies. Sheyla’s family went with us to met my teacher ,and I was glad to see her because it was quite a while since I last saw her. Later, after we left Berkmar grounds,I went to Sheyla’s house and we hangout the rest of the day. It was the first day of school, usually I would be feeling nervous,but today I wasn't ,which was good because I didn't want have sweating hands and a racing heartbeat. I arrived at Berkamr and went straight to homeroom ,I found my seat and waited. My first day at school wasn't to bad because the only thing

In the story “Seventh Grade,” I found that there was a lot of similaries and differences between my first day and Victors first day.

Middle school is a big turning point in most students’ maturity, I believe. Especially 8th Grade, as you are finally leaving the Middle School building, and going on to High School with the mindset that you are almost an adult. Along the way, you learn to cope with many things, whether they be accomplishments or losses. In this entry, I am going to discuss what I did, as well as some thoughts on leaving 8th Grade.

Finally, I am finished with middle school. Anxiously thinking about the first day of high school, I knew that it would be hectic and wild, but I was ecstatic. Of course, the night before I could not sleep. I lay awake dreaming about how my first day at John Paul II will go. How will it be meeting new people and seeing old friends from last year? Will high school be hard? Will I get lost? I kept thinking about the unknown and worst possible outcomes. My first day of high school was unexpected.

Whenever I first began middle school, I was well aware of the new and divergent obstacles I would come across. The classes would become more advanced, teachers more strict, and lunches more disgusting. During my 6th-grade year, this change became clear. As my homework was piling up, so was my stress. Balancing school, sports, and family time had never been an unchallenging task, but I never have and never will let that be the reason for my grades to drop. The immense amount of effort I put into school is one consistent quality I possess that will never disintegrate, as opposed to what one teacher said.

Learning that school is something to be glad about was one aspect I will never forget. School helps spark and form the character of discovery in one’s mind. To find problems in the world’s society and attempt to fix them so future generations will not be forced to make that same mistake. Other than social media, education is the most powerful tool to train an adolescent’s mind. Coming from the Nobleboro Central School I have this story. The first trimester was a long one, I had never presented a project before and didn’t know the first thing about talking out loud in front of a class. Also, my English was considerably bad with papers handed in, in rough draft form. My English is still a little rusty, although my past teachers have guided me past the few trimesters preparing me for an average High School paper. Concludingly, the first trimester of public school was a real learning experience with mostly a C average in most of my classes which left room for improvement. The second trimester I had an understanding of school and was trying more and more on improving how I could understand teachers. This time of education at public school was the aha moment wherein I could explore the true reasons of presentations, tests and open book exams. The third and final trimester was a matter of consistency in grades. Because of this, most of my trimester average grades were in the B+/A range. Thankfully, because of this I had finished the 8th grade with most subjects having a yearly average of a

The first reason how I’ve changed since I have came to Middle School is I have become more focused on work. When I was at Elementary School I did not want to do work at all, but when I have came to Middle School I actually do my work now. I get my worked turned in on time, and I don’t get in trouble if I don’t get my worked in on time.