A Comparison Of Middle School: The Worst Years Of My Life And Alice

My book’s name is Middle School: The Worst Years of My Life and the author names is James Patterson.My book is about middle school and what to do so the main character Rafael Khatchadorian is planing or had plan to break every rule middle school.When ever he break a rule and gets in trouble he gets points and have to get the most ponits he could get.His friend Leonardo the Silent help him keep and he is the person who started this game and the rule break game is so funny and he sells zoom cans near his lockers and get the profits.Rafael Khatchadorian is the person do anything for the stuff he want and listen to his friends his main topic in school is to have fun.

Before the first grade, we moved around a few times before ending up here in Sylvania. As a child, both my parents worked full time jobs and I was always at after school day cares or at my grandparents houses, never really got to spend a lot of time with friends or was able to socialize with many people. So growing up most of my time was spent with my brother and I thought nothing of it. As I grew up I began to realize that I had become stuck in some bad habits. My brother and I weren't asked to help around the house much but when we were we never listened. But to my surprise there were no consequences for our disobedience. At the time I thought I had it good. Around the time I got too middle school I began to realize the problem. I began

As a child, I never worried about grades since I never really had any competition. Most of the time I was always in the top 5 without any trouble. Then that changed when I entered middle school.

James Patterson has been an author that has donated and helped the community on multiple occasions and is an award-winning author.. Patterson was born on March 22, 1947 in Newburgh, New York. His father was a school teacher and an insurance salesman. At 19 years of age, Patterson was writing stories casually, not for money at the time. Later in his life Patterson graduating summa cum laude with a BA in English in Manhattan College. Then decided to move on to Vanderbilt University for the full-time graduate program for English, but then decided to drop out only a year after because Patterson could not pursue his passion of writing stories and books if he is a college professor. When Patterson decided to pursue the writing career, Patterson moved to New York to become a junior copywriter for an advertising agency. Not a story writer yet.

The theme of the text is you may not know someone as well as you think. But, the theme of film is be careful when making life changing decisions. Although the themes were different, the plots were somewhat similar. The director made this change to fit how the story in his eyes was supposed to

From my experience, surviving middle school takes a mixture of luck, naive fearlessness, and an aggressive number of colorful plastic binders. I started my first day of fifth grade a jumbled mess of nerves, anxious about making friends and doing well in class, and inexplicably dressed head-to-toe in red, white, and blue swag my mom got when the Summer Olympics were in Atlanta. I mean, my backpack matched my shoelaces, which matched my pants and my shirt. I might have even had a hat. A hat. A precisely matching hat. That I wore all day. Needless to say, I was not a particularly cool child. I studied hard, had a core group of equally nerdy friends, and constantly worried about whether I was doing the right thing or, perhaps more accurately, becoming the right thing. Was I not studying hard enough to get into college? Or maybe studying too hard, missing out on my youth? Would I grow into my teeth one day? Would my skin eventually stop looking like greasy peanut brittle?

Once again I found myself at the bottom of the food chain entering 5th grade. I had just moved back to Eureka as my mom realized she wanted to be closer to family, and I remember how scared I was. I came in the middle of the school year yet again, so there I sat in the library as I waited for my teacher to come grab me. I remember seeing familiar faces from the prior year pass by me on their way to first hour. I waited patiently, still no teacher had come to claim me for their homeroom. I realized I had been forgotten. What a great way to start off the new year... not. Finally a teacher came and got me and laughed about the fact that I was forgotten, which I failed to find as funny as she did but oh well. Looking around my homeroom I anticipated seeing all the same faces, quickly I noticed that there were A LOT of new faces,

I will be comparing and contrasting The bass, The river, & Sheila Mant and Lessons of love and their settings. Their similarities are they're both in high school in the stories. Also One person likes the other and the feeling is not mutual. They both realize they could of done better and should treat themselves better. Some differences are during the second story the girl goes after the boy and in the first story the boy goes after the girl. Also in the first story the girl is a senior and the boy is the freshman but in the second story the boy is the senior and the girl is a freshman. In the first story the boy makes himself look creepy and dumb and embarrasses himself. But in the second story the girl is the freshman

No on like’s middle school since it is only full of awkward and regretful experiences. Although I am grateful of middle school because, it is thanks to my middle school teacher, Mrs. Hansa, that I am even writing this scholarship application. I never believed that I was good at anything and since no one believed in me either, to me it seemed like it was confirmed that I was useless. Although for some odd reason this one teacher began to believe in me and she lit a flame that I never knew I had. She not only believed that I was capable of more than I thought, but she made me believe that I truly was capable of doing anything. Not wanting to let her hopes in me down I began taking my life more seriously, and so because of her, I want to try becoming

“Jovanie, I’m going to have to let you go,” my coach said to me in a nonchalant voice. My stomach started twisting in a million knots and I felt my eyes watering, but I was not going to let them fall… yet. “Not here, not now” I reassured myself. I slowly walked off the bus trying to act unbothered, but I was. Everybody that knew me understood what track was to me. However, starting off in a different school as a freshman, where nobody knew me was hard. I had to prove to them that I was a good runner, but I have failed.

I walked into my Barents room , I was so depressed because that day was my first day went to middle school in America. I spoke to my mother about what was going on that day.

In Middle School, where we were still growing up as adults, we did not like following the rules. I was in 9th grade. That day the bell rang for our next class and me and my friends did not want to go to our next class right away. We waited outside the room for our next class and chilled and talked. Me and my friends were in class all day and we wanted to let go of some energy. We kept talking and if our teacher came, we would go into the class right away. Our school did not like students to hang out in the hallway because they made too much noise. We did not care, we still chilled outside the class. We talked about new shoes and what we were going to do after school. It was so much fun because I had not seen my friends since 8th grade and it was the

I remember when it was time to go from being a 12 year old 6th grader, to a 12 year old middle schooler with a lot more responsibilities than I was used to having. I had to make sure all my homework was done on time (It took me awhile to get the idea of no late homework hammered into my head), asked for help when I needed it the teacher wasn’t going to help as much as the elementary teachers would do unless I asked, with asking for help was a lot harder than I thought it would be everyone was confused too, after awhile the teacher finally got tired of running around the room jumping from student to student, marched up to the front of the class and wrote on the board of how to do a certain assignment.

I went to three different middle schools. The first middle school I went to was Baldwin Arts and Academics Magnet. This was probably the best middle school out of the three. I had the most and best friends. They were all different, and they loved and understood me. The two things I hated about Baldwin were the stairs and the miles our P.E. Coach would make us run. The teachers were sweet for the most part, and even though I didn't do well because I wasn't accustomed to magnet school, they helped me as much as they could. The transition from public school to magnet school proved too tough for me, so I had to go to another school.

It was a normal school day at Brookhurst Jr. High in 7th Period were my friends and I were talking and waiting for the bell to ring so we could all go home and the school day would be over. Before I left I needed to go to the bike racks to get my skateboard so I could ride it home.