9th Grade Math Class Essay

My freshman year everyone had branched off from me and I was pretty much a loner. I didn’t belong to any sports group, academic club, or extra afterschool curricular. It was just me, myself, and I. on day in English class, with Mrs. Nelson we were all given projects which consisted of various assignments on the topic of The Great Gatsby.” While Mrs. Nelson handed out assignments, fairly easy grades right? So wrong. When Mrs. Nelson handed me my assignment, I wanted to die (not literally). For the assignment I had to write a song based on something from the book. After class I asked her why I was given the assignment and if I was able to change it, what she told me gave me the confidence to complete the project and get that

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I still remember it was my first class for the semester. I was excited for my first literature class. Everything went as good as I hoped, at the end of the class, Mr Matt our literature Professor assigned us with a drama review essay, for which we had to watch a live play at a theater and write a review on our experience. Four months later now i am trying to fix the wrong that i did. The day Mr Matt gave us the assignment he instructed us that you have 4 months to complete this assignment. Me being a lazy person planned to do it in the last month.. Three months passed by in the blink of an eye. When the time finally came to do my assignment. I was short of money to buy a ticket for the play as i spent a lot on social activities. But then i thought i can watch a play on youtube and write a review on that, without using any money. So i disobeyed My Professor's instructions and submitted a false assignment by watching a youtube video.

The average number of breakdowns from the simulation trials was 1.93 with a standard deviation of 0.20. No. of breakdowns per week

The next day, as promised, she handed out a short pop quiz. It was not as challenging as she tried to make it sound. It presented only five multiple choice questions on it. Once we finished our quizzes, she told us to read the next chapter silently. Once I finished my quiz at the speed of light, I decided to finish other homework, since I preferred to read at home anyway. So while the rest of my class was reading, I worked on homework. Thirty minutes later, I completely finished all of my other assignments, so I decided to start reading the chapter. After nearly two paragraphs in, my teacher interrupted the class to see if everyone finished reading the chapter. Unknown to me, the chapter was fairly short and everyone, but me, finished it. Raising my hand slowly, I told her that I had not finished reading. Everyone in my class turned around and stared at me. The teacher asked me how far I was in the chapter and how much time I needed to

For some reason, I start the conversation every day, even though I know how it will end, maybe it’s because he is easy on the eyes. Unfortunately almost as often as my conversation, I am disgraced at for making small talk. I like all people do not like being impressed, and having happen in front of you know who, only makes it worse. As the teacher remarks on my “unfortunate” behavior, I can't help but notice my head lowers. Upon the completion of her speech I fight back tears. I sit, sloughing, ankles crossed, with my hands in my lap for what feels like hours, really only five minutes. Then, just as I begin the work, I hear “Fifteen more minutes!” I think to myself how did a hour long class come to only fifteen minutes, time fly when you're having fun, and this is not my kinda fun, then I think to myself I have no time for math problems I have thirteen more minutes. I rush to complete the assignment, unable to move on after I make a mistake, did I mention I also have OCD. To my amaze I complete the worksheet. As I leave the class I promise myself next class would be different. I told you how I have that conversation everyday, so we know how that works

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For this week’s Assignment we are given a word problem involving buried treasure and the use of the Pythagorean Theorem. We will use many different ways to attempt to factor down the three quadratic expressions which is in this problem. The problem is as, ““Ahmed has half of a treasure map, which indicates that the treasure is buried in the desert 2x + 6 paces from Castle Rock. Vanessa has the other half of the map. Her half indicates that to find the treasure, one must get to Castle Rock, walk x paces to the north, and then walk 2x + 4 paces to the east. If they share their information, then they can find x and save a lot of digging.

We continued to right are notes down considering it was friday and we did not want any homework. I luckly finished my notes in the nick of time and paige again teased me and that was it i was done i could not take in any more as Mr.Clark told us to go to are lockers. I Got up out of my seat went over to paige and dylan's seat got all up in Paige’s face and yelled” just shut up already i have had enough”. The class got all quiet i mean silent like that really awkward silence when your teacher tells you to talk but no one does .you could have heard a pin drop on the floor. Like 2 seconds later i repetitively said sorry to Paige. Paige said it was fine but i keep saying sorry even as paige got up and went to her locker finally i just stopped she accepted her apology and we walk back into the classroom and just laughed as we picked up the school supplies on the floor. We said bye and went our separate ways

It was just questions of the day and then a few Kahoot games as a review. Next week, the students will be having a quiz on sections 1-2. My cooperating teacher and myself are curious to see if it helps the students do better when it comes time for the tests. There was also a scare at the school. We were going to leave at 3:00pm. However, while I was putting in the grades, I did one class and then I was looking at the grades online and it was extreme different than what they should have been. I had not changed the page, etc. So, when the teacher had gotten back I ask him, and here I was somehow on the page for the grades of the whole year. We did not know if I had changed anything, so we were going through all the classes in different nine weeks. False alarm, we did not leave until 3:30ish. I have Friday and Monday off so there is a nice break and more time to prepare for next

The day right from the start seemed like a good day so I went about smiling and walked blissfully to my normal seat next to my friends. We prepared for the coming classes that day. The deafening bell sounded and we were on our way to start the actual day. My classmates and I walked joyfully through the hallways, joking and laughing before reaching our first period destination. I made my way to the front of the classroom and sat down. The air was crisp so I took out my jacket and put it on. Our teacher walked in a few minutes late and started to take attendance. The whole classroom focused on him. After he finished taking attendance, he slowly reached down into a drawer and pulled out a stack of papers. I stared in disbelief. The stack of papers he pulled out was actually a pop-test. I took the pop-test trying to recall everything that we had learned over the course of two weeks. I focused on the test for most of the class period and finally turned it in. The morning weather seemed to just be a ruse. This was not a blissful or good day; it took a turn for the worst. I sat there in the chilling room trying to think of something else to keep

Suddenly, there was a hush in the room. The teacher had asked someone a question! I tried to seem casual as I glanced up to see if I was the unlucky person who had been called upon. My heart jumped and then I realized that the teacher was looking at the person to my right, waiting expectantly for an answer. I stared at the girl also, as if I was truly interested in whatever ramblings might come out of her mouth about the dead general and his battle. I felt my face grow warm with a slight blush as I became embarrassed for her and her inability to answer the question. She must have been paying as much attention to the lecture as I had been. Finally, she was able to formulate a less than mediocre answer that satisfied the monotone voice at the front of the room and the lecture resumed. Another glance back at the girl and I saw the cell phone palmed in her left hand down by her side. She had been text-messaging someone instead of paying attention!

I looked at the zero on my project and left the room. I spoke to another teacher about the incident, but I was only given a lecture to take proper notes. There was another student in my class that was showing his project to a friend. I asked the student if I could see his project, and asked what was the extra part of the project the teacher wanted the class to do. He mentioned to me that he just followed the rubric, and received an eighty-nine on his project. I felt robbed, I felt hurt, and there was nothing I could do to change it. When I got home, I told my mom about the situation and surprisingly she wasn’t upset. She even apologized to me for not coming to the school when I asked her to, and let me know she will take care of it. My mom went to the school and as it turns out the report was missing to my project. The teacher overlooked it, and I got a ninety-four on my

Sitting in class my stomach was twisting inside me, the teacher 's voice was a dull buzz, background noise to my thoughts. Anxiety rose like bile in my throat and made it hard to breathe. I couldn 't stop thinking about it, i was finally going to tell someone. The thought of telling made my stomach nearly combust, but i had been keeping this in for far too long. The air was so hot and damp in the classroom, it only made my anxiety worse and no matter how hard i tried i couldn 't focus on the lecture, all i could hope was that the teacher didn 't pick up on how i haven 't been listening since the second the class started. It was only second period and i felt like i was going insane, i had to wait till the end of the day to talk to my