Stayin Alive Research Paper

Everyone had warned me about how stressful it was, how much homework there was, but I hadn’t believed them until I got there. Eighth grade is hard. I had to face the truth. I was doing pretty swell, but then Winter Break came around, and my grades started to slip. My parents were grounding me, they were taking things away, but nothing seemed to be working. So they finally decided to tell me if I didn’t improve, they weren’t taking me on the ski trip with my whole family. That put my act together, and my grades started to improve, and new opportunities came up. I started joining clubs, and my life was pretty good once

These years are kind of the fun years of high school. As a freshman I was trying everything out, all the activities, making new friends and going to the dances and sporting events.

Middle school was a place where I was beginning to mature and see how to make it on my own. Also I got to meet new people. Try new things and just have fun. The best day I had in middle school was when me and my friend won the science fair project fair. We had came in second place. I was so happy and proud of what we

In this passage I will talk about my experience in 8th grade. This most definitely has to be my favorite school year, I have done many fun activities and was lucky enough to have gone to GCA and take part in the FAP program which I love.

Whether God had sent down Adam and Eve or homo sapiens had evolved from apes, man has known to exist for 200,000 years (King). Over this course of time, humans have evolved and adapted to their natural instincts which guide their way of life. Among these is what is known as one’s survival instincts designed not only to help us escape a threatening situation, but also make involuntary decisions for us when we encounter a problem.

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.

The best part of being an eighth grader is being the head of the school and having many privileges. This year had some good times like convincing kids that Kyle Shultz was santa and my all girls team in gym won the whole olympics at the last second. Our class used to be separated to where certain groups of people didn't talk to others but this year our class really bonded. One of my favorite things that our class did was when we were on a bus to give gifts to sibly kids, we all shouted out of the bus windows,”MERRY CHRISTMAS!” to everyone we past and we caroled at every house we stopped at. My favorite activity in eighth grade was the powder puff football game against the seventh grade girls. My dad was the coach and quarterback. He made amazing plays and he threw the ball from endzone to endzone. The game ended in a tie but at least I got an interception and touchdowns in the game.

My favorite thing about middle school is the field trips, we would go on amazing field trips. My favorite one was either Epcot or Rainbow River. I had so much fun. I have a lot of memorable moments in middle school. One of them was during Stage – C in 7th Grade. I have stage fright so I was freaking out on performance day, but then my best friend Anthony Longo gave me a big hug and was calming me down. Another one was Halloween Horror Nights 2017. Mr. Kaufmann wanted me to face my fear and ride the Hollywood Rip Ride Rock it. I was crying on the way up but after we went down then it was really fun. There is also the time where we went sailing and one of the boats got stuck and was starting to sink so Jailyn, Haley, Victoria and I jumped off our boat to help them we were heroes. I have so much more memorable moments, I can write pages upon pages worth.

Sophomore and junior year basically felt like two years in one. Just like freshman year, I was the new kid on the block. My dad got sole custody of my brother and I and drove through several states just to get us. I was mad at first and I hated Tishomingo, and all I thought about was being able to move back in with my mom after sophomore year was up. But by the time second semester came around, I was able to make friends who I thought understood me, and I no longer wanted to move. Eventually the year was over and it was Junior year in the blink-of-an-eye. Junior year was my best high school year which included me joining band for the first time, dating the love of my life, and finding out who my true friends were.

Last year was probably the best year ever. First year of high-school, and I was already one of the most popular kids. I met so many new people, made so many new friends, and even my grades were good. I still have my grade-representative speech memorized. I remember standing up there in front of the entire school; I remember them cheering before I even started. I didn’t even know half of the people that came up to congratulate me after I was done, and I never thought High School would be such a great place. I had a girlfriend! In grade 8 my teacher told me High School wasn’t going to be all fun and games like grade school. The day I won grade-rep was the day I thought I proved her wrong.

I often wonder what it would be like to feel alive again. I spend most days walking through this haze of life, people seem one dimensional no substance ,words fall flat. Encounters are meaningless. I long for and seek with much disappointment, adventure. I am loured by beautiful words and soft looks and find later that's all there ever was.

The last eight months of school were amazing. Eighth-grade year would have to be my favorite year at this school. I have learned some much and experience new things. This year a become closer with people... The year went by as quick as a blink of an eye. Even though bad things had happened this year, there were a lot more good things. My favorite part in English class would have to be the debates. It was so fun listen to others point of view in real life situations or their how they see things. What I least like about English class would have to be the

The 1950s had it problems with the content of its programming. With a majority of families watching at home, you would expect to have appropriate content. Controversy was really what was going on it became difficult to control it. Many things put on television were really critical and complaints flowed in. television had a problem and sensitivity was the number one problem. What needed to be done was to change how television was presented. What families needed to see was a less controversial product that did not bring up any questions or problems. This may have proven to be difficult because of the many areas that could be exploited for certain programming. People found it simple really to look into anything and write a complaint to any television

Graduating from High School was a year to remember because the same year I graduated from school I enrolled into college. College is something that I have been waiting on for about seven years. I say seven years because when I was in the fifth grade I didn’t too much care about college. When I was in middle school my uncle was in College and every time he came home he was telling me how great college was treating him. Back then I couldn’t wait until it was my time. When I got in college I looked at my life different. I was finally away from home with no one to be on my back telling me what to do and when to do it.

Nearly every day of my life, especially for the past two years, I do not consider myself a genuinely happy human being, and that has truly forced me to question my true purpose here on earth. In fact, it has forced me to question my existence. For that reason, today, I cannot truly or sincerely answer the following question: What is a good life? Is the good life a life in which one is succeeding both academically and professionally? Is it a life in which one must push himself or herself through every obstacle that life may toss at him or her? Despite how much it may hurt or make he or she feel that earth is no longer home for him or her. Is it a life in which one must always think about his or her loved ones, especially if something were to