What Is 5th-Grade?

A short time later juvenile #2 arrived at the residence and knocked on the front door. Juvenile #1 stated he opened the front door and was struck by juvenile #2 repeatedly in the face with closed fists. Juvenile #1 was adamant the assault was unprovoked. Christine stated she was looking through the front window and observed the assualt take place. Christine and other neighbors chased juveniles #2, 3 and 4 south from the residence and then west on Oak St. The group caught of with the juveniles at Wadsworth School.

The Johnny gasped and turned white as a ghost then red with rage. While all of the other boys were looking at the Ponyboy who was drowning, Johnny pulled a knife out of his back pocket, I gasped I knew what he was going to do seconds before he did it. “Wait!” I screamed, but the boy didn’t even acknowledge me. I turned around, I couldn’t watch. This reminded me too much of Yaqui beating me up, but this was different, these boys fought unlike we did. The way we fought it wasn’t killing each other or anything like that, but it was almost worse. Being humiliated in front of the whole school. Both Ponyboy and I got hurt though mine was both mentally and physically. The only other thing that I could see that connected our two lives was that we both fought back. Well actually Johnny fought for Ponyboy, but it’s pretty much the same, in the end the bullies both got what they deserved. No, that’s not true, nobody (even Yaqui Delgado) deserves to die. By the time I turned back around the boys were driving away in their car and the boy who had been killed was slumped on the ground not moving. The other boy; Johnny was helping to pull his friend; Ponyboy out of the water

Also even if this is still all a lie and Levi and Deandre are telling the truth I want to know why didn't they just stop, and not escalate it to this point? Why didn't a teacher/staff member that saw step in? Why didn't Levi or Deandre just go to a teacher asking them to stop? Why

Section Two – Rescue Workers: What steps could rescue workers have taken to reduce the stress response of any children observing the knife fight? The rescue workers should have first dialed 911 and tried to diffuse the situation. Next, attempt to isolate the area from other students by reducing the audience. Then, remain in a safe area and issue a verbal command by shouting “STOP”. Once that’s done, try to get help from a staff member and then move the victim to a private area. Lastly, report the assault to the school office.

One day as i was walking to class i seen a group of kids following behind a boy calling him all these awful and hurtful names. They started pushing and shoving him around, with fear in this young boys eyes, he didn’t say a word all he did was walk faster with his head down, with no one in sight to help or say a word to these group

I decided action was imperative. I could not, I would not let a middle-schooler be tormented by people years older than him. However, I felt awful about chastising the people I considered friends. I knew if I confronted them, they would not cease their relentless ridicule. They had no ill intent, they simply did not consider that their blasé comments were crushing him. This experience could haunt him forever. Fearing the worst, I overcame the anxiety of betraying my friends, and exposed to our director the extent of the bullying. I was sure I would be recognized as the whistleblower, but I was willing to face the music. Sometimes being a true leader is knowing when to break from the pack and enlist the help from a higher authority. I refrained from revealing names. I could not forgive myself if someone was removed from the show. I only wanted the bullying to stop. The theater has been my home since freshman year. I want it to be a home for anyone else who needs

We were badly beaten by the older kids, both bloodied and bruised immensely. The kids stood over top of us, throwing kicks and punches our way, only stopping because a woman screamed out that she was calling the cops, to which they all ran away after hearing. The lady walked over to Jarrell and I and helped us up and took us back to Jarrell’s home where his mother attended to us.

One day in 7th grade at 6th block it was almost time for Eogs to begin actually they were the following monday and i was talking to natalie.Mr.Clark was talking about something that really bored me ,so talking to natalie was pretty much my only option.I really should of payed attention but you know it was almost the end of the year and no one really payed attention.He wanted us to take notes so i pulled out a bunch of paper.Everybody kept asking me for paper so i got very annoyed.

I was in a group called Beta Club. We were all at a camp called Sound To Sea. It was time for the camp fire. Fourth and fifth graders surrounded the growing fire in the pit. My friends and I were standing up on the benches screaming “You can’t ride in my little red wagon”, with everybody repeating that chant back to us. I was so excited to spend time with all my best friends. And trust me you could tell I was excited by the smile on my face. As the chants grew

Nautilus elementary, 5th grade. Probably the grade that every kid either had crazy times and bad experiences. At this time, I was not the greatest at reading. Reading was at the bottom of my list because I thought it was pointless. Avoiding all the reading assignments that my crazy teacher gave us to complete. She was ridiculous! Made us read a book a week and then test the book the following week. This test was called an a.r test, this test not only showed that we understood and read the book but it also calculated our reading level. Being at a grade and half lower reading level was not the greatest. Always failing all the test and my grade dropping lower and lower didn’t make my look like a good kid. A couple of months went by and I

On the first day of the second year of fifth grade. It was horrible everyone new people from when they were in fourth grade . I felt all alone in a corner. I knew no one ,then the teacher comes up . She said " Hi I will be your teacher this year". I said " Hi I will be one of your students this year".

At the time, I was only 5 years old. It was my second week of kindergarten, I was not exactly comfortable yet. School was in session and I was playing house, being the dad of course, because I worshiped my father. The loudspeaker came on for teacher to check their emails or turn on the tvs. I turned around and my teacher was on the floor, her hands were to her face and her black eye liner dripped down her cheeks. Some of the students walked over and hugged her, teachers began to congregate. What was going on? Why were teachers all heading to the hallway and screaming for us to do the same? The ground underneath me shook and I began to cry. I didn’t know what was happening.

I was on the varsity softball team for Oakridge High School. On the 6th of May our opponent was Montague. It was the bottom of the 7th inning, I was playing right field. I was running to my position, and all of a sudden had to sneeze, so I stopped behind first base. Let me just tell you, huge mistake. Next thing I knew I was on the ground. People start swarming me and asking me all these questions, and at the same time I was trying to process what

“We all live with the objective of being happy. Our lives are all different, and yet the same.” –Anne Frank. Melody has cerebral palsy. She can’t talk at all. However, she is extremely smart. Melody is just like every other fifth grader because she wants a boyfriend, has all the other problems of fifth graders, and gets annoyed with her younger sister.

Trace how Carthage became almost the equal of Rome. Be sure to show the strength of both and how this conflict led to Rome becoming a naval power.