I am disconnected, lacking contact with reality. It happened in an instant and gradually intensified over time. October of 2015, I had just turned 14 and everything was average, mediocre. I was subdued at this time for reasons I cannot recall and hadn’t been talking much in class. The issue commenced in chemistry class in what lasted a second but felt like a lifetime. The class had been divided into groups, and we were assigned to create a poster. After half an hour of doing the entirety of the work myself, the poster was completed, and I was satisfied with it. Each group was to choose a person to represent their group and explain the poster. Fortunately, I was not chosen. After each poster was presented, they were each taped to the whiteboard
I turned and Chad was standing there. Chad said “I warned you, you cotton piker.” I naturally backed off because it was not worth fighting about. From that point on everyone considered me the “Wimp who can not stand up for himself.” For the rest of the year my life was a living hell. The only time anyone talked to me is when someone would make a racist comment. Half way through the soccer season I had to quit because I was treated like an outcast from my fellow members and the coach. Later on the year a kid named Matt Flyn made a racial comment. I was in such a bad mood so I punched him in the face. The fight was broken up right away, and we were both sent to the principal ‘s office. When we got there, I was the one that was punished and Matt was left off with no punishment. I found out later that week that the principal was racist against Hispanics. I had no idea what to do, so I just left it and told no one Both my parents and the school guidance counselor noticed that I was having some problems. I refused to tell anyone what was matter with me, and told everyone to just leave me alone. That was first time I felt worthless thing in the world. Just because I dated a white girl, and because I was Mexican they demoralized to me. About month a later, I looked at everyone that picked on me. I noticed that the kids. I went to school with were never taught what discrimination can do to someone, mentally and physically. In the world today, there are a variety of
The Ka'u School of Arts has been based in Ka'u since 2004. The school's mission is to strengthen not only it community but other communities a well. It also wants to empower individuals in Ka'u by providing learning experiences, opportunities to show their gifts and talents and to teach and share their culture. They also have a vision that each individual in the district of Ka'u is aware of their own creativity and innovation that they each hold within themselves. They believe that with the individuals becoming aware of the talents they possess that they will have better opportunities and careers for themselves.
Unit 10 was a closure for the previous four units in the process of inventing Canada. This unit based on the earliest resources on Canadian history and on the first nations whom lived in this country. This resources were about pre-Cartier and his explorations. Some nations, for example the people who lived in St. Lawrence valley – whom did not have a specific name to be called at- and historians still lacking enough evidence on their existence or what happened with them. These people who are identified as St. Lawrence Iroquoians were lived in the contact area which means the conquerors reached them first. The Iroquoians were exposed to all the dangers Europeans carried into the native lands, different types of diseases they were not immune
Eighth Grade. The year I wanted to try something new. I was getting tired of my boring middle school day, and I didn’t feel like I was being challenged enough. I looked for online schools that could work, and found Boulder Universal. Through more research, I learned that I could do a hybrid schedule. This meant that I would do some classes online, and some classes at my middle school, Broomfield Heights. To my surprise, after some consideration, my parents said yes! This is my experience.
There is an issue here in the U.S to most people. You may or may not be having this issue and you may or may not agree with this issue. But, there is a problem with school times. Some students are going to school too early, and this can lead to some issues. Students will have worse health and have worse academics if school times are early in the morning.
The summer before I started 7 grade, was long and intimidating. I threw an end of the year party and my friends and I were playing outside. My friend Sia was jumping on the trampoline and she became frustrated with a soccer ball so she kicked it off and it landed right into the fire pit. Ever since then, my friends and I have joked that the flaming ball represents our junior high experience. There have been numerous accounts of where I have fallen up the stairs like a few days ago, went to the wrong class or made a complete fool of myself, especially in math class. 7 grade was just the beginning of two gruesome years at the junior high. At first it was an intimidating school, which I thought had secret hallways and now I can stroll down the halls without being afraid of some teacher screaming at me or students towering over me. Although, I guess students still tower over me so not much has changed. I’ve learned from my numerous mistakes, became a better student and person overall in the past 2 years.
This year in 8th grade so far is going wonderful. All of my teachers are amazing and are great at helping me with my work. I can not even explain how great they are. One thing that I want to try to achieve this year at school is getting all of my homework done and turned in ON TIME. Next, I would love to try to keep my grades up to at least...A's B's or C's. Third, I am really super excited to try out to be in this years production of "High School Musical"! It will be a lot of fun if I make, I'm sure. Lastly, I want to make this school year a year to remember.
In junior high i would always act bad in my math class. I would only act bad because me and my friends would always mess around. Soon everyone started to act bad because they saw me and my friends would always act bad. Because i would get in trouble he started disliking me. Mid way through the year me and my friends stopped acting bad because we needed to get a good grade in that class to pass. He realized that we started to act good but he was still mean to us and would get us in trouble. Near the end of the year the class started to act good again but the teacher did not like the class. Me and my friends went to apologize to the teacher at the end of the year. He forgave us and said that if we want to pass highschool we can't be acting like
I am not so proud of the grades I received throughout high school. Receiving good grades has always been something I struggled with from middle school. I feel that I didn’t try to my full potential and I know I can do way better. The majority of the time, I’d turn in my work on time. Other times I wouldn’t, and that’s what would affect my grades. I did great freshman year, and fell off the end of my sophomore year. Senior year has taught me to push myself even harder than before, and this year I am eligible. Even though the grades I received throughout high school were not so great, I know that the motivation I carried through senior year will stick with me to not fall back down.
The human brain is not fully developed until the age of twenty five and everyone knows at sixteen, people don’t always make the smartest decisions. Sophomore year of high school, I was appreciatively glad to be my art teacher’s assistant during my art, fourth period before lunch, helping him lead classes and clean up. One day, I had noticed a classmate had a strangely large pair of scissors and I was baffled because I never seen these before in the classroom, I was in the art room every day for weeks and never once seen them. “Where did you get those?” I startled asked him. He told me he brought them from home and winked at me. This made me get a bad vibe but I did not want to cause trouble. The substitute teacher ended up seeing the scissors and locking them in the drawer. At lunch I had been in the classroom to finish once of my art projects when the substitute said told me she was going to warm her food
a.This activity gives students a chance to explore what a box looks like when it is in ‘net’ form. The activity encourages students to make their own net of a box and then construct it. This could be the introduction to what nets are and how they can be represented when they make a 3D shape. This website also has many other activities for students to do!
When I was in middle school, I took this class called jazz band. Most of the school year I had a really fun time in Jazz band. I had lots of friends and my musical knowledge was really increased. Then, I got put in second chair to this girl who was kind of a snob. When she beat me in the chair test she wrote all over my trumpet case things like “loser” and “your terrible” (yes the grammar errors really were there). In retaliation, I took her trumpet and threw it down a flight of stairs, making it virtually unplayable. The replacement costs were extraordinarily high and I was grounded for the rest of that school year and most of summer. I also lost most of my friends in that class. I thought I would get fair and even but I ended up just making the situation even worse.
It was an early morning in the month of May near the end of the day and I was in my Civics class. We were working on our budget project and I was down in the library with a few other people. Believe it or not I got bored really really quick. When I was walking back I was walking on paper all the way back up to class because I was told do it so I did. When I got back to class my teacher gave me a very weird look and didn’t say a word. I kept asking, “What I can’t touch the ground.” She didn’t say a single word.