These papers you are about to read is about my kindergarten years through third grade years. My life has had its ups and downs but as you can tell I survived. These words on this paper are hopefully going to entertain you, but I understand if they don’t. Let’s see where should I begin? How about the beginning of kindergarten?
My first day of school was probably the most horrifying day of my entire life. After my mom and grandma took hundreds of pictures I walked up to the bus stop where my friend Taylor Scott would be waiting.
Taylor was on her way to first grade with her long brown curly hair in a high pony. We’ve been friends ever since birth. Our mothers were friends, so when they had kids one year apart we became friends too! Although we were more like sisters.
When I arrived at school my teacher was Mrs. Raine. Overall of the teachers she was probably the sweetest teachers of them all. In kindergarten we didn’t just play games or go to recesses, we also had to take test! Da! Da! DAAAAAAAA! It actually was that bad. I still remember the time I was the only student in the whole class that got 100% for not missing the challenge word “exactly”. It was a great accomplishment.
During Halloween time at Mae Richardson everyone at the school would do this Halloween parade where kids would go through each class showing off their costumes. Sometimes my grandma would volunteer to see these parades. She would even dress up as Minnie Mouse some years.
I’m going to skip first grade because I don’t remember it very well and just go straight to second grade. Second grade was a blast! My teacher was Mr. Goodining and I was still attending school at Mae Richardson. He was the best second grade teacher in the entire universe! My grandma...
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...the guts to ask her if I could play Hide and Go Seek with her and her step sister, Ella. After Kim and I had hung out several times we started hanging out at school, Jefferson Elementary.
That same year in third grade I ran for treasurer and won! YAYYYY! It was probably because I was the only one who ran for it though. My teacher Mrs. Jones was so proud of me! We only had one conflict and that was when I pressed a button in P.E. and got a red card when she specifically said, “Don’t touch!” For the rest of that day I was in tears. That was the only bad thing that happened between me and Mrs. Jones.
Overall my life throughout these years has been awesome. Like I said I had my ups and downs but I survived, or did I? Yup I’m a zombie writing an essay on my life. I’ll never forget these very important years of my life! Could you forget awesome memories such as theses?
Ask yourself, how was your 8th grade year… Was it good, bad, fun, or stressful? Well most of my 8th grade year was bad but the ending actually turned out good. The start of my year was exciting, but that was just the beginning. As time went on and the work started to come in, that's when things turned south for me. I started stressing about everything I had to do, I was getting to overwhelmed. I would catch myself slipping constantly and it was worrying me because I didn't want to get held back a year. I slowly started to lose all interest in all of my work.
I don't remember when I moved to Tatum TX. for Kindergarten. My teacher , Mrs.Sweenie, was very sweet as well. We went out on the playground for the 2-4th graders and I was talking to my best friend ,Kaitlyn, and I picked a flower and wasn't paying attention and I started digging in what I thought was a dirt pile and I was looking at her ,talking and I felt a painful sting in 3 different places so I look down and there were ants all over my hands , moving up my arms. So I
Anyway, she finally came back from school and we spent practically everyday hanging out eating taco bell - she brought me ice cream in the hospital when my second child was born and became Auntie Hanah to both my girls.
songs for our families. As I saw the older kids like the 7th & 8th graders go up and play. Their music sounded
She helped me understand some of the things I had problems on, but not all of them. The next test I made a slightly better grade, but not what I needed it to be. I kept going to toutoring but the math just kept getting arduous. My grades kept getting worse and worse. The rest of the school year I knew just enough to pass. I was finally out of eighth grade.
It was in first grade that I truly learned what the world was like., you are too fat, you are too ugly, we do not like you, you are not cool, you are trailer trash, you are so poor that you have to wear Walmart clothes... Feeling belittled, heartbroken and angered, I walked away with my head down, tears in my eyes and
She was the most caring and dedicated teacher I ever had and she respected every student as an individual. On the other hand, she had a very negative influence on my life. She is the person who told me there was no Santa Clause, which ruined Christmas for me for a very long time. Another person who has had a great influence on my life is Mr. Robinson. He was my first band teacher. He is the person who convinced me to join band, which
or less the same age as me ... I followed her in all her movements and
All of my Towslee teachers were some of the best that I have ever had. This being said, out of all of them, one of the most influential teachers I had was Miss Boyer (now Mrs. Mellis). I remember that I had her for her first year teaching – it was so much fun. It was easy to see that she loved her job. I hope to be as enthusiastic of a teacher as her. being young at the time (it was second grade), I was still really impressionable and her teaching methods, along with the positive experiences that I had in her class, helped to mold my strong work ethic and yearning to gain more knowledge. To this day, I still use some of the little tricks that Miss Boyer taught us to aid us in remembering things. In fact, in my geography class last semester
I loved how he gave everyone in our homeroom nicknames, for instance, mine was “Higgy-Baby”. To this day I do not know how he came up with a name like that, but I know that while I was in his classroom, I was never called just Alyssa. While I learned many new and interesting things in his science class, I remember more of the life lessons that he taught during his homeroom. He was one of the teachers that was there for me when life got rough, he looked out for me during and outside of class. For me, knowing that I had him keeping an eye out for me made me feel safer going to school again.
I felt like the sun was literally trying to burn my eyes. The time was 5:00 when I woke up with the fear of getting to school late on the first day and the most important day of my school year. This was my first day of middle school, first day at a new district. My goal was to learn as much as I can about this huge school and its millions of people. I was going to be late to the most important and first day of my school year
Ms. Weber was my second favorite. She tried to make learning fun no matter what. Mrs. Weber made us get up in front of the class a lot though. I also loved Mrs. Seymour! She was the sweetest teacher ever.
My Math Teacher, Mrs. Ladd. When thinking back and remembering all of the teachers that I have had in the past, there is one in particular that comes to mind. Her name was Mrs. Ladd. She taught math at the junior high school.
I never had a teacher that I clicked with. Changing from school to school was hard and anytime I would get close to someone, I would end up changing schools. I never knew what it meant to have a teacher care about a student so much. That all changed when I moved to Delafield, Wisconsin in 2007. I started a new school in the fourth quarter and everything felt the same. All of a sudden, when seventh grade came around, I felt like a whole new person. This is the year that I met the teacher who became a part of my life. Mrs. Wroblewski has positively inspired me to follow my dreams and be who I want to be. Mrs. Wroblewski is an inspiration to me and a role model because she defended me when I was bullied, gave me great opportunities, a great listener, and is always there for me not matter what.
When my Mum was driving to the primary phase I saw my friends Sam and Kellie running up to me. I quickly said bye to my Mum and went to see them. We walked up the drive to breakfast club. I had butter on toast which was delish. Then we talked for some time, and then the whistle was blown to tidy up.