It was one day in the fourth grade I started my day off with the normal events, waking up, getting ready, the ride to school, then sit and class and learn for seven hours. But this day was unfortunately cut short. As I walked through the front doors of the school, something felt off, but I kind of just brushed it off thinking I was just still groggy from waking up. I arrived in my classroom and saw a substitute, I was not phased especially because I was not fond of her at the time. A Four foot woman, looking like a witch, and a rude personality just was not registering positively in my fourth grade mind. While she is passed out the assignment, again I got the wave of sickness throughout my body, but I just drank some water and brushed it
Can you single out just one day from your past that you can honestly say changed your life forever? I know I can. It was a typical January day, with one exception; it was the day the Pope came to St. Louis. My brother and I had tickets to the youth rally, and we were both very excited. It was destined to be an awesome day- or so we thought. The glory and euphoria of the Papal visit quickly faded into a time of incredible pain and sorrow, a time from which I am still emerging.
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.
It was the Monday before Thanksgiving. I was out of work at the time so I got up around nine o’clock. I wasn’t feeling well, like I had eaten something that just was not agreeing with me. So I rolled out of bed and went downstairs. My girlfriend and her mom were at the kitchen table working on decorations for the party they were hosting for the holiday.
I consider myself to be a hard worker when I study and work, who honestly loves school. My favorite classes of 8th grade are honors geometry AB, Investigation and Science & IED. I love these classes because when I solve problems experiment it feels like it's a big puzzle that is in need to be put together and I'm a person who likes to figure things out. I believe that my interactions in these classes are to be a cooperative learner and I participate in the class or group discussions. A description of myself when I work is that I am a very fast learner, so when it comes to doing independent project or tests, I finish very fast so I have a really large amount of time to check over and fix simple mistakes. Although, when I am working with my peer
Once upon a time there was a boy named Joe and it was his first day in middle school. So Joe and his brother and parents went to open house at the school so Joe and Billy know where there classes are. So then the next day they got on the bus and Joe was playing with his friends from 5th grade that he knows then they got to school. Then Joe ate lunch and the he went to his homeroom and say so of the same people from 5th grade. And Joe told his brother that the first day at school wasn’t so bad. The next day Joe and Billy got up and put their clothes on then ate breakfast then went to the bus stop. Then the bus came and they got on the bus and went to school. Then they got to school ate
Throughout my life, I had always received recognition for being very agile and quick. My first day of Middle School consisted of the track and field coach attempting to persuade me to join the school’s athletics program. I had previously never been apart of an athletics team, and was willing to take advantage of the opportunity. Throughout my three years of middle school, I was the one consistent member of the school’s track and field team and had an overall successful personal record. Coaches from opposing school would praise me leaving me feeling very confident about myself.
We went inside and everyone seemed so nice. I went to picked out a locker, the whole time my stomach felt like it was dripping with tar. It was nothing close to the magical butterfly feeling you get where you feel off but it tickles. I felt ill. All week the feeling got worse and worse as the first day of school got closer and closer. When he first day of school finally came around I felt uneasy, but it I slowly became more comfortable as the day progressed.
If you knew me in the sixth grade you would have loved me. I was extremely popular but not for sports or anything cool i was just extremely bad. Everyone found my behavior funny. I wanted to keep everyone laughing and keep building my reputation because wanted to be known by everyone. I hated the things that did but i never forgot to love myself.
When I was in middle school I thought life was just full of joy and I really did not have
Some may ask why is life hard. Life is an amazing thing and we shouldn’t take the greatness of it for granted. Today you are going to hear a story about a young teenagers life that has been hiding stuff for his family. This young boy in the story makes it through the struggle he is going through. This is something we all have to do keep our head up and keep going no matter what.
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 the end of my 5th grade year had hit; A land mark of the most traumatizing event of my life was about to take place. My mom had left my father and took us along with her. Over the summer and a few addit...
My life got stressful on first day of second grade. I remember getting off the bus, eager to tell my parents all about what it felt like to be in second grade. As I walked in the door, I could feel that something was wrong. It was something in the air, a depressing mood. Instead of being greeted by a house of warm response, it was silent. I shouted for my parents and searched around, finally finding them in their bedroom.
Throughout life I have had many memorable events. The memorable times in my life vary from being the worst times in my life and some being the best, either way they have become milestones that will be remembered forever. The best day of my life was definitely the day that I received my drivers’ license. This day is one of the most memorable because of the feelings I had when I received it, the opportunities that were opened up for me and the long lasting benefits that I received from it that still exist today.
On our first day of school, I arrived 5:30 in the morning and because it is the first day