I recently moved to a suburban town known as Wauconda which was about forty minutes north of Chicago. Leaves were lightly falling down trees in the October atmosphere. Snap! That’s the sound of me stepping on the leaves. My next door neighbor, Patrick, and I were just waiting for our school bus to arrive. We were both fifth graders and middle school only seemed like an imaginary thing. We were just more curious about the middle school than our own school. Rampages of first and second graders get annoying after awhile, you know? The bus was a bit late that day due to the light snow, but it didn’t effect our school schedules in any way. Me and Patrick always go in the back with the other fifth graders. I’m often times just looking out the window …show more content…
I wasn’t exactly in a hurry to put my stuff in my locker since my locker was literally just a few steps from from my classroom. My fifth grade teacher was Mrs. Rubenstein and she was in the far back of the school by the bus parking lot. At the time, I had four major friends: Alessandro, Logan, David, and Michael. We all had Mrs. Rubenstein, but we also had another teacher for advanced classes. Her name was Mrs. Hankey. Alessandro, David, and Logan took both advanced English and math, but I only took advanced math and Michael only took advanced English. During our reading class, we went down to our school library. I had to return a collection of Garfield comics to the library bin and sit at one of the tables. I sat with my friends, of course, and then a library lady started to talk. “Good morning everyone! How’s everyone doing today?” “Good…” our classmates groaned, slouching on the library …show more content…
Like, our team shouldn’t be broken up just because of one mishap.” Alessandro spoke.
“Yeah, you’re right.” I replied.
“David is just likes to have things planned out, that’s all.”
The time has finally come. We were ready for the tournament. We first walked into the Robert Crown Middle School auditorium to do the competition. The headlights were as bright as the sun, staring right into us and the opposing teams.
“Whining won’t win. Whining won’t win.” I repeated in my head.
There were millions of heads watching us prepare for the competition. I sat still and stayed calm. My other teammates were just as worried about it as I was. I could just see it. We had no idea who they were rooting for, so that just made us more nervous.
“Hello and welcome to the 2013-2014 Battle of the Books competition!” the hostess said. She then when on to explain the rest of the competition and how it worked.
We looked around the stage to see our competitors, the crowd, and the headlights once again. The headlights were really messing with my eyes for quite awhile.
The teams were asked a question after another until the very last question that changed everything.
“In which book,” the hostess asked, “Did the main character wear
It was years ago when I finally found my love for reading. I was new to Groom School and hadn’t quite made that many friends.
...e bus and off we went. As soon as we arrived we were told that the kick off would be in ten minutes. After a quick warm up we were ready. My hands were shaking, heart pounding but I couldn’t wait to start. When the game started my nerves escaped from my head and I was focused on the match.
The server on the other team once again threw the ball into the air. This time, my teammate sprawled for the ball, and made a perfect pass to me, allowing me to set the ball and have my co-captain smash it to the ground. I looked once again at the faces of my teammates. Things were different now. I knew at once that they knew what I knew. We were the winners of that game. We remembered that at that point, and were assured of it when the referee blew the final whistle after I served an ace on game point.
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 was in fourth grade when my mother switched me into a different school. I had no idea that I was moving until I
Enterprise again and started First Grade. I saw the school and I was so excited because I remembered everything…… except the kids. Almost everyone I knew had moved away. My teacher’s name was Ms.Kirby. In the beginning of the year we all had the same teacher. I don't remember her name , something like Mrs.Lollipop. But she said she had to much kids ,so we had to split it. So I got Mrs.Ricsinger and she had a student teacher.But one day we were in the middle phonics and Ms.Kirby said “ Um, Mrs.Ricsinger? Come here really quick…” and she looked at us and walked out of the room. She didn't close the door all the way , and we started thinking thinking of what she was talking about, then we heard a loud squeal. She peeked in and said sorry and walked in and said “ Ms.Kirby was going to teach 8th grade but she gets to stay here!!!” We all shouted of
I got all the same classes as johnny and the rest of his friends, they showed me around the school and told me about all the teachers.The school was located in the middle of nowhere.Lucky was always finding things on the ground like the money I guess why they call him lucky. I'm go to science class near the end of the day, science is my favorite class. Cheater was the smart one of the group all the teachers and other kids thought he was a cheater that's how he got the name. Johnny's nickname was torchie because he started a lot of
Bringing my eyes back to the screen I realize something, we are not obligated to work against the other team. With that sudden realization everything clicks, and the results were staggering. Almost immediately the tables turned we were now the ones forcing them in the corner. Anxiety and excitement culminated into one indescribable emotion that made everything else melt away. Suddenly it was just me and my team, not them v.s us, just my team and the goal we so desperately clawed towards. Intense fighting that lasts for what feels like hours is over in the blink of an eye. We
Two days into the school year, I was quietly sitting down at a cafeteria table, eating my lunch. I was still mapping out the social complexities of my new elementary school.
The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.
As the season progressed, competition started getting fiercer. I was up against girls running at a 5A level, yet, I was able to hold my own. Finally there came a tiny light at the end of the tunnel; it seemed as though I was getting closer and closer to accomplishing my goal. Along with my undefeated title came a huge target painted on my back. I religiously checked "Rocky Preps" every day to see if the competition was gaining on me. It seemed that every time I had improved, there was someone right behind me, running their personal best too. I trained during the weeks before regionals like I had never trained before. Each day my stomach became more twisted with knots that looped around every part of my stomach. I don't think I had ever been that nervous in my whole life.
grade, I rushed to the office, only to see my God Mother waiting for me. She
forgotten it at home or in their locker, that meant a homework grade of zero. She was tough. She always told us, "If you do your homework, then you can ask questions. When you ask questions and participate in class, you will learn more."
Almost everyone goes through conflicts throughout their lives. Some people experience these conflicts when they are old and some come across their dilemmas when they are young. At a young age I had to choose what the right thing to do was. This choice I had to make has had a big impact on my life and others.
My education began in fifth grade, my parents moved from one location to another. It wasn’t easy for me, because school was the first place I ever got to interact with other kids. Before school started, I was pretty much kept indoors and not allowed to have contact with other people, except for my family members.