Homeroom 11 My Beck Experience ___ By Tabitha DiDonato INTRODUCTION I have found it extraordinarily difficult to sum up my three years at beck in less than 1,000 words. I mean, three years of my career as a student, in less than 1,000 words? Crazy. But, i made it happen, just like my teachers here have taught me from day one, to never give up. To persevere, be resilient, and to have GRIT. 6th Grade I have to say that 6th grade was one of my favorite years. I made so many friends that i still talk to every day, and I had some remarkable teachers. I learned so much, all of which i use on a day to day basis, not only in my classes but outside of school. Life would be so much harder without the skills I acquired in all three grades, …show more content…
Even though we aren't on the same team anymore, we always find ways to keep in touch and still see them. When i was put on team four, I was utterly disappointed to see that i didn't have my team 3 best friends, but on the first day i managed to make new friends, that i was equally disappointed not to see when i walked in the team 8 hallway. But, I realized that they switch up the teams so that you make new friends, and are always meeting new people. I don't know who I would be without my friends from all three teams, and I wouldn't have met any of them if they didn't switch up teams and elementary schools. I was only in Cherry Hill for one year of elementary school, and I was at Johnson. I still talk to my friends johnson, some of which are on my team now. Before that, I lived in Delaware, and when I moved here, I didn't know what to expect. Even if I had an idea, nothing could have matched what I came across here, good and bad. I do have to say, i had a lot of amazing experiences at beck, but they all weren't so peachy. It doesn't matter where you go to school and where you live, there are always going to be people you don't like, and people that dont like you. But you just have to move on, focus on the positive, and be …show more content…
We did so much, and it went by so fast, faster than any other previous year, and I wish it hadn't. My favorite part of this year was all of the trips. We went to Philadelphia and saw amazing buildings hundreds of years old such as the liberty bell and independence hall. We visited the Preschool down the road, and I made a new little friend. My favorite of all, Washington D.C. I got to spend 2 school days with three of my best friends still while learning. This was my favorite trip because I got to spend school hours with people on other teams, while still having fun. Eighth grade has more privileges than the other years, but you have to use them wisely. I wasn't exactly the best at using them wisely. Teachers knew me to be very sassy because I had quite the
Many people have come and gone through my life. Like a revolving door, but it doesn’t matter how long they stayed in my life. To me, it only matters on how they made an impact on me. I think about Kurt Zuidmulder every day, he was a coach, teacher, and father. He was also a friend to the whole community of Hermantown, MN, and Hibbing, MN. He was the greatest human I have ever met, and I will never forget him. Kurt affected me through his larger than life personality, his incredible sense of humor, and his overall kindness.
During this year I learned who my real friends are. I had to cut a lot of people out of my life. It was hard but worth it. I did nothing wrong and they would blame me for things. You want people in your life who push you to do your best everyday and I had some friends who would just tear me down.
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
Yet again, I was starting another school where I didn’t know anyone.I had to do it all over again, with the same thoughts going through my head, wondering what it was going to be like, always wondering if I was going to fit and make friends easily knowing how big it was. I decided that these next two years at this school were going to be focused on college and my school work, I wasn’t going to be in any clubs or sports. I thought to myself that joining a sport at a small school was very different and I didn’t want to know what it was like at a big school. I managed starting this school just like I managed starting high school. Good thing I am very outgoing so I enjoy meeting new people! I remember my first day of school there like it was yesterday. Walking in and seeing thousands of faces that I have never seen before. It was huge, 1500 in each grade. It was so big that they had two different campuses; one for the freshman and sophomores and another for the juniors and seniors. It was really hard making friends but I was lucky enough to be able to go to the Lake County Tech Campus associated with the College of Lake County and I made a lot of friends there in my nursing class. It was a very racial school, there wasn’t a majority of one race whereas Central was majority whites. I enjoyed all of my teachers that I ever had at Warren and I felt that I really learned a lot compared to feeling like I was ever
As I sat in the boiling hot sun, the heat that had overwhelmed me throughout the day surpassed. I was engulfed by Lu Paul, a native Hawaiian advocate who was telling me the story of how Native Hawaiians loss their rights. “How did my people become a minority in their own land?” he asked me inquisitively. I found myself making many connections with this man’s story and my own. As he answered my questions about inequality in his community, he began to speak of many things that I had witnessed in my life, that I thought only my own culture experienced. “My people need to fight for equal education, language rights, and employment”, he stated firmly. It was in this moment I began to broaden my perspective of inequality and minority rights. This along with the many other field experiences I had during my semester abroad, help shape my desire to attend law school and work both nationally and abroad in civil and human rights.
The oldest students in the whole school, the kings and queens, the leaders, the students with the well developed, massive houses. This day will be in our minds until we take our last breaths, so let us make the best of it. It’s crazy, you know? That during this exact moment last year, I could have been delivering my sixth grade promotion speech. All of my fellow seventh graders would have been. Younger versions of ourselves doing almost the exact same action. It is insane that the exact same thoughts will be swimming throughout our eighth-grade heads. Same thoughts for years to come. This is why this day is important. All of these thoughts, feelings, and moods that come to mind when the eighth grade is mentioned might be a tad bit frightening, but it only means we are a stride or two closer to becoming
My favorite part of 6th grade was Renaissance Day. On Renaissance Day if you were a gold card which means you have no detentions, no last work, no in school suspensions, no out of school suspensions, and no monday school then you get to get out of school and gone on a trip all day long. If you are a black card which means you have no in school suspensions and
Eighth grade was one of the greatest school years of my life. This year was full of new experiences, and I have learned so much from them. In English class, we’ve learned a bunch of skills and did numerous activities. We learned about Anne Frank and the Holocaust. We had the opportunity to read many great books, all having a special and unique meaning to them. Our class also learned a variety of skills and strategies ranging from reading comprehension tips to learning how to use the comma. ELA this year was extremely informative and helpful but amusing at the same time.
On my first day of 6th grade, it was fun, but I was very nervous about the lockers and going to all of my classes by myself. On the other hand, 6th grade was very fun and was a good time with lots of my friends.
I had a good year in first grade. I became the best artist in the class. I started getting better at English. My first word was “bathroom.” I made two friends Michelle Sherman and Karen Calle. After that I started feeling better and actually liking this school. Everything felt better and worked out great!
When I started the 8th grade I was quite nervous and anxious at the same time. To be honest it's not that different from 7th grade. Even though most of your teachers probably tell you it more work and the teachers are really strictked it really no different than seventh grade. As long as you do your work and turn it in on time you will have a good year. If you're on team A you will have Mr. Dunford who teaches language arts, Mrs. Merritt she is the math teacher, Mrs. Lewis is social studies, Mrs. Hall teaches science, and Mr. Watson he teaches career literacy. The wonderful thing about having all of these teachers is that they have a good since of humor.
In eighth grade, the amazing experiences are far more numerous than the regretful moments. First in eighth grade I believe the best part was the teachers. They have all taught me so much, and I will certainly use what they have equipped me with in high school. They all deserve so much for teaching the "future of the world." I am sur...
That is to say: boring, confusing, and lonely. The only difference was, I started Sophomore year out as a Wayne County Cardinal, because the school I had attended previously was closed down at the end of my Freshman year. We were merged with our rival school, and so everyone from my school of Monticello Independent went in to Sophomore year awkward and uncomfortable. The new school was at least five times bigger, so even the kids that did happen to already have friends at Wayne County were left on their own for a few classes. At that point in my life, I had several friends but only one that I would hang out with after school or on
The summer after fifth grade was a big summer for me. I felt all powerful since I would be entering the Middle School in three months. I had no idea that not everyone felt that I knew everything in the world.
We finish what we start. This was the motto that kept me going during the strenuous training period for a marathon. But prior to that, I must confess, I wasn’t an athlete. I was never interested in playing sports, except for recreational badminton. During gym class, I would walk three quarters of the time when it time for the dreaded mile run. I preferred staying indoors and sitting on the couch and watch movies. The first time I had heard about a marathon training program, called Dreamfar, in my school, I thought to myself, what kind of crazy person would want to run a marathon? Never did I realize, eight months later, I would be that crazy person.