When I was in middle school I thought life was just full of joy and I really did not have anything to worry about. I thought the people that I associated with in middle school would be here forever. I had life all planned out for me and my friends, going to the same high school together, homecoming, prom and graduating together till September 27, 2010 came. When that day came realization hit me making me learn that life I not going to be about joy but it going to also be some down falls in life. This is the reason why you should cherish the people you have in your life. August 18th, 2009 was my first year of middle school at Howell L. Watkins; new environment, new people to meet I was a tomboy walking into the big tan gate reminding me of Jurassic park gates with my big baggy pants and polo shoes. I didn’t know what I was getting …show more content…
Most 6th graders at Howell L. Watkins had the same classes so I saw the same people every day going into my 1st period class Mrs. E math class which I can’t stand math, I thought the class was going to be horrible but then I met some friends Sheyenne, Karriahna, Nakia. Diane, T’erica and emerald bringing joy to the class they always kept a big smile on their faces making me believe everything was going to be okay especially in that math class cause let’s just say the math teacher we had was nuts. Days went by and every day we grew closer meeting each other in the court yard, in the cafeteria for breakfast, playing in the hallway; life was good till the next year came. The next school year approach fast, walking into the big tan gates as 7th graders made us feel like we owned the school even though we had a new principal Dr. Sheffield things change she was more tough on us then our last principal but we still manage to have fun just not
School, there was a young man named Gene. He was confirmative to many people and always in
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.
During my first few weeks, I met a student named Joseph. He towered over me at 6-foot-4 and weighing 300 pounds. At first, I didn't know what to expect from him.I was surprised to learn he had failed the 9th grade twice and with this being his third try he was in the same grade as his younger brother, Jason. Joe and I became friends fast. I was treated differently because of my skin color but Joe did not judge me. Through students chit-chatter, I learned Joe was very popular and on the football team but had unexpectedly quit his first year. Joe struggled with his classes especially in English and Mathematics. One day in English, another kid was struggling to read a passage aloud, the classroom was filled with snickers and the teacher made the poor kid continue. After class, Joe comforted the kid and made him smile. That was his talent,, he had the ability to make people feel better.
Good morning teachers, faculty, administrators, family, friends, and of course students. It is a great privilege to be standing here today and representing our class on our eighth grade Class Day. Can you believe it? Four years ago, most of us walked into this school as nervous as we were the first day of school. We were the tiny fifth graders, the youngest students in this middle school, not knowing where anything was and how to navigate the school. Now, those same four years later, we’re leaving this school behind to a whole new school being just as nervous as we were when we first arrived. It has been a long four years as well as a short four years. Long because of all the tests, quizzes, finals, and projects, but short because of the lifelong friendships, the lasting memories, and the truly interesting and amazing things we learned in-between. The Abington Heights Middle School is definitely a welcoming, fun, memorable, and great school that I will never forget. These four years spent with these wonderful classmates has been an extraordinary journey with many cherishable memories.
Through our collective efforts, home and school, we have completed the cycle of learning begun in September. Prior to closing out our final days for this year, out teachers and staff are actively engaged in preparing end-of-the-year report cards, to be mailed out next week. Later, in July, with Meramec's regularly scheduled summer mailings, class placement announcements will be shared with
It was my eighth grade year and math teacher wasn’t that superior. And I’m not that bad at math but I couldn’t understand it at all. The teacher taught in a way that was so confusing to me and nearly to impossible to understand. I even got a toutor to help me, but because I was so confused about it. It was so unclear to me that it was like trying to look threw a stained glass window. It was so aggravating to not get something that had come so natural before. Every time the teacher talked about math it sounded
of the day with my homeroom teacher Who is Ms. Moncayo my impressions of her were
Graduation - at last! I thought we'd never get here. Only 13 years ago, we started our first day of kindergarten. It may be easy for some of you to recall those memories. Remembering those magical days of elementary, hop-scotch, tether ball, swinging on the monkey bars, playing the map game, boys chasing girls on recess, and for us girls, day-of-the-week underwear were a big hit.
What are students worried about? The transition from elementary school to middle school is a big one, that causes a lot of anxiety about the changes students will experience in the next year. Student's concerns can be broken up in to three
This class made me realize that there is more to math then just numbers and calculations. One interesting concept
Along with finding my passion for theater, I also found one of my favorite teachers during my time in Junior High. His name was Mr. Rodrigue, and he was my homeroom and science teacher for both seventh and eighth grade. He was one of the first teachers that was every real with me. He was a very open and honest teacher who treated his students like adults. Mr. Rodrigue had this wit and sense of humor that made him more personable than any of my other teachers. 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 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
I felt a shock go through my body as I numbed up. “Wh wha what did she want?” My math teacher Mrs. Armstrong was worried about me and the fact that I do all the work in class and homework and when it comes time to take a test I fail. My teacher was willing to let me retake my test.
Through these fun and challenging times each one of us has built strong relationships. Whether it was with friends or a teacher, we have developed connections and memories that will be with us forever, even if we lose contact with those individuals. Some students have discovered they have a passion for writing through a creative writing class or want to have a career in business from taking Mr. Ide’s inspirational marketing classes. Others have participated in CLIP or summer school to catch up and make it possible for them to be here today. I went to Heights Elementary and have spent the last 12 years with the same group of people. Attending school with the people I’ve known since elementary and middle school, and making homecoming posters with them for four years in a row, has given me a chance to get to know the people around me better than I ever thought I would.
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after
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.