Most teenagers would say that eighth grade is the most boring year of school, that they’re all just waiting for high school. Before I had actually reached eighth grade, I also would’ve said the same. I used to have this idea that eighth grade would be useless, and I still think that way in certain aspects, such as the teaching portion. My teachers taught me the same lessons they taught me in seventh grade, just with more difficult questions. However, in retrospect, if what had happened to me in eighth grade hadn’t happened, I doubt I would be the same. In eighth grade I began dating my current boyfriend, I learned the truth about my best friend, and I discovered my true self. On the first day of eighth grade I didn’t actually feel as nervous …show more content…
I tried out so many different styles to see where I fit in. I listened to all the types of music the “cool” girls at my school listened to, trying to befriend them, but it just didn’t feel right. I felt lost and as if I was a stranger to myself. I wanted to fit in so bad, but I realized that coming to terms with myself was more important than that. On June 8, 2013, a few days before the end of eighth grade, I discovered K-Pop. I had an instant feeling of understanding and happiness when I first watched and listened to it. It just felt right, like I was supposed to be doing that. I began studying about Seoul and Korea, its culture and history, even learning the language, and that’s when I realized who I was. Someone who wanted to be in Korea, who wanted to know more about its past, and what it had in store for the future, especially as one of the leading countries for technology. The next day I discovered a program called Korvia that sent people all over Korea to teach English to public and private school students. That’s when I knew what I wanted to do. Not only could I teach people- something I love to do- but I could do it in a place that I loved. And on the last day of eighth grade I promised myself that I would do just …show more content…
I discovered love through my boyfriend, betrayal and pain through my best friend, and self-understanding through music. It’s hard to imagine that my whole perspective on life could change in just a mere 10 month, but I’m glad it did. I still find it hard to explain to people who I am and the things I like because not many people are open-minded and they have harboured these thoughts that the things that make me happy are stupid and irrelevant, like love and K-Pop. They ask why I bother listening to music when I can’t understand what they’re saying. I tell them that you don’t need to understand the words to know the feeling of the music, the story the voices are telling you through their tone. I hope people can be more open-minded about, not just music, but life in general. A lot of things can happen in just a day- winning the lottery, or even adopting a puppy- so just imagine how your life can change in a year. You might even fall in
While we might think we are concluding the school year, we are really- much more importantly- setting students, and ourselves, up for what comes next.” -Larry Ferlazzo, In the education week. This eighth grade year will be packed with fun and difficult activities, one of them being a role model for my buddy. I also must be sure I have good time management with my homework, and of course, I must make make the big decision of where I will attend high school. This eighth grade year will set my future and prepare me for
High school is meant to be the time of your life, but for most seniors just like me it can be some of the most emotional and crazy time. The things in my past make me who I am today, and the things I do now are the first footsteps into the future. I’ve learned a lot about myself in these past four years, and I still have so much learning to do. This is my high school story; the good, bad, and the ugly.
8th grade, 8th grade from the opening day to the signing of the yearbooks. This is the year of memories, goodbyes, and regrets. 8th grade and I’m still realizing that there are people in the world that would die to go to a school like this. A school where every body knows everyone’s name, respects everyone, and where violence and fighting are about as common as the Yankees missing the playoffs. When I’m done with my homework and go to bed, as the days of 8th grade wind down, summer will come and go, and I will find myself in one of those giant, scary places called high school.
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.
On Sunday March 19, 2017 there was an alleged crime at Pitt River Middle School, the former Mary Hill Secondary. On the day of the crime the school janitor was in the school to supervise the sports group. Shortly after he (Mr Bradley) discovered the plaque of Terry Fox went missing, he called in for help asap. The students attending school the next few weeks were surprised very shocked to notice the missing plaque upstairs where the lockers and staff room are located.The first time I was notified by a fellow student it looked like the backing of the plaque was ripped off aggressively, markings of a shoe print and 2 finger prints. Also 2 visible screws that look like they held up the plaque, there was also shattered glass with blood on the corners.The first day back they asked the teachers to put
As 9th graders grow they eventually mature into sophisticated young adults, this transformation takes place over time and occurs as they adjust to their new environment. By placing them in an environment in which they are separated from the high school community, their process of maturing is delayed and sometimes even halted.
Making the transition from middle school to high school is a huge stepping stone in a teenager’s life. High school represents both the ending of a childhood and the beginning of adulthood. It’s a rite of passage and often many teens have the wrong impression when beginning this passage. Most began high school with learning the last thing on their mind. They come in looking for a story like adventure and have a false sense of reality created through fabricated movie plots acted out by fictional characters. In all actuality high school is nothing like you see in movies, television shows, or what you read about in magazines.
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
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.
Oh seventh grade, what a year to remember. That was actually my favorite year of middle school. At home during this time was a mess and my grades also plummeted but I think going to school took some stress off because I was taking some time to "myself" and forgetting for a while about my home situation. Seventh grade, I would say was a year of friends for me. I had and still to this day have a friend from kindergarten that I considered a best friend. Until a new girl came along, lets call her Patricia. Patricia basically took "my spot" I guess in fifth grade while I was off at my new school for the year. Anyway speeding forward to seventh grade I noticed my best friend, lets call her Amanda, not really talking to me anymore and or passing by
When I was around the age of seven, I began to listen to a couple of bands that my cousin liked such as Linkin Park, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, and many more; blasting in his room while playing the Playstation Two. That is how my adventure on music started and what it has done for me. Every time I listened to music I enjoyed every minute of the song even if I didn’t understand the meaning behind the lyrics; since I was a kid, it didn’t matter to me. While others thought the music I listened to wasn't the best and that I should’ve stopped listening to it, that didn’t stop me from listening what I wanted.
“Why did they leave?” I wail. Tears stream down my face, and the feeling of being lost fills my body. That one sentence flies around my head, and it’s like someone puts a dvd of my memories in, because they play on repeat inside my mind. I see the times we shared together; Pride Parade, dying hair, Galaxyland. I want to shout “Why can things be the way it should be??” but I don’t.
Childhood is a time when significant events can and will leave impressions on oneself. It is not out of the ordinary that a large event will at least somewhat shape the mind of a child whether they realize it or not. One event that may have altered me somewhat was when I had to move from my old abode of Baileyton, Tennessee to Morristown to live with my grandparents. This was the result of my mother’s eventual passing after a losing battle with Cancer. Experiencing the “real world” so early may have changed how I think about and come to certain conclusions. I do not think this change in my life was necessarily a negative one, as I got to experience a lot of new things that I may have never had the chance to do. Sure, I had to grow up a bit earlier than your usual child, but I also probably reached a stage of maturity before most.
An anonymous author once said, "What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new. Right now." Over the course of my school years, it has been an exciting and shocking experience. These experiences have been an enjoyable journey from my elementary to middle school years. However, after several years the end of my middle school adventure is coming to a close. Soon my new journey will start as a freshman. Eight grade will surely be one of my most memorable years. It has been an absolute wonderful one hundred eighty days, and I will miss some of the aspects of eight grade—but certainly not all of it.
You know, it is really strange how quickly time passes, after spending my whole childhood wishing I was an adult, now here we are and it's a little hard to grasp. It feels like just yesterday I was standing here in the same position at eighth grade graduation. Ahh, middle school, such a joyous time for all of us, free of maturity and not a care in the world. The biggest decisions I ever had to make then was deciding which group to stand with at passing time and choosing which shirt from my extensive collection of Stussy and No Feat apparel to wear. We were all naive to the danger that lurked just around the corner. We were unaware that the carefree world we lived in was about to come crashing to the ground in a blazing inferno of real school work and responsibility ... otherwise known as high school.