Best Years : A Bad Year : My Best Year

The fourth grade was a very traumatic year for me. My only sister went to middle school, my mom who always was at home across the street from school got a job, and I didn’t know one person in my class. For the first time in my life I was on my own and I was frightened even by the idea of it. During that year my grades dropped and I wasn’t social with my classmates. I started to fail in my favorite class, math. The work became pointless to me and I started to neglect my work. One day, after I failed another one of those math tests, my teacher asked to talk to me after class. Due to the already annoying grade I had received, my teacher punished me with a detention. Confusion and frustration flooded my body and I just wanted to give up. But,

In this case the teacher should inform the head teacher about this incident and if may involve the police if necessary.

The worst year of my life was in the seventh grade. It was a time of unforgettable and painful moments which took place throughout the school year. This taught me a significant lesson. The summer before seventh grade, my parents informed me that it would be beneficial to join a sport. When I did not find one that interested me, the color guard was counseled to me; which to be honest, I resented. My mother had a strict policy that once an activity is started it must be continued throughout the entire season; for this reason, I did. My color guard instructor was one of the most bounteous woman I knew. Moreover, she was an admirable and gracious woman who cared deeply about her students. When school started, I was a self-effacing, lonesome girl,

That year was grueling to get through but as the days went by I started to get used to the different feelings I was experiencing daily in mylofe. This was a life lesson to me, it made me tell myself constantly that “I have to be a good person no matter what comes my way”, I cannot stoop to such a low level of selfishness of only making myself happy and not people that surround me. It shaped me into the thoughtful young man I am today. During my first year at Mary Carroll High School, I felt like everyone was identical to me, no one had an impact on me in a star stunning way at all, until I switched schools to Branch Academy. Here, it feels like I found my inner self, I feel untroubled and I can get used to the people here, met my girlfriend here and I instantly connect with

I remember the very first day of school, I felt isolated and misunderstood. When I got there all eyes were on me, looking at me as the new kid, I was sweating in the cold. I felt like going back home. In a classroom full of 7th graders, students were

Then my family moved Yorktown, Indiana the summer before my 4th grade year and I started attending a public school. I only made two friends that year and I was bullied for everything from where I moved from to the kind of shoes I wore. I made very few more friends through 5th and onto 6th and 7th grade and dealt with more bullying. Towards the end of my 8th grade my English teacher who I adored made the class split up into groups and then preform a scene from Romeo and

I loved school when we would learn something because I was good at that and I was able to do that when I felt like I was terrible at everything. Nothing would change from fourth grade to fifth grade I still loved school and really had no friends. In fifth grade the news I wanted so badly wouldn’t turn out the way I wanted. The AVM had shrunk but it wasn't gone and one more dose of the radio static surgery should do the trick. I was also switching schools and school districts, I asked my doctor if we could do it in summer so I wouldn’t miss school. I was beyond scared, I always keep a brave face on because if I don't show fear it doesn't get to me. I couldn't help it, the last time this was done it went bad, I woke up throwing up I had giant marks on my forehead. I didn't want to be made fun of at this new school. I turned out fine I had basically no marks I woke up feeling fine. I started middle school and middle school was honestly the years I felt lost and at the same time I had the friends I so badly wanted. Middle school was tough for me because instead of being able to take an extra class instead of doing

year and senior year of high school where teachers feared me who gave up on my

REPORTER: The reporter/Principal (Cathy) and School Counselor (Kim) called to report suspect Abuse for the victim John Grayland Fox (5 year old). According to the reporter, on Tuesday (9/15/2015), at 3:02pm, the mother (Tai) posted on face book, “which hurts most on bare skin A. a cupped hand, B. a wooden spoon, C. silicon spoon, D. Belt, or E. other”. The reporter said some parents (unknown) saw the post, and spoke to the teacher (Mrs. Proctor about it. The teacher was concerned and she spoke with the principal about the incident. The reporter (Cathy) said she went on face book and printed the information. The reporter (Kim) said that the teacher (Mrs. Proctor) was not present at school on yesterday (09/16/2015) or today (09/17/2015), so she emailed the principal on today (09/17/2015)

In third grade I was unsocial I didn't talk I was a ball of emotions I lost my mom everything changed people would bully me I would come home crying. It was a never ending story. Teachers would take me out of class to talk about

It was a frigid day in September 2003, and I was on my way into school. This was the first day of school, in my Senior year. Everyone said it is suppose to be the best year of your high school career. However, it wasn't that way for me. I walked into school on that day, and I felt as if I had some terrible disease. People were avoiding me, ignoring me, and this had never happened before. I was always Miss Popularity all throughout school and I constantly had someone around me. Therefore, getting the cold shoulder was new to me. Day after day I would come to school feeling left out and alone. I had no idea what was happening to all my friends. Until one day I overheard some people talking about me. I was so

“I tell you people are happiest where they’ve had their children and struggled along and been real folks, and not tourists.” Mrs. Ferguesson says to Miss Knightley, when she visits her after 20 years. Mrs. Ferguesson instilled this in her children as well, they all found happiness in each other. Her daughter, Lesley Ferguesson, was a young teacher who taught a class far from the family and began to grow homesick. Miss Knightly takes her young friend, Lesley, home for the weekend; where the reader then begins to understand the love within their family. The Ferguesson’s family reminded my own; my mother always emphasized the significance of having a close-knit family. Lesley and I’s families are similar in our

In “Why 2017 Was the Best Year in Human History,” Nicholas Kristof explains why 2017 was on of the best years in history. More specifically, Kristof argues that each year is getting better and less people are dying. He writes, “A smaller share of the world’s people were hungry, impoverished or illiterate than at any time before.” Additionally, Kristof adds, “...the lives of more than 100 million children have been saved by vaccinations, diarrhea treatment, breast-feeding promotion and other simple steps.” Although there are these positives there are also negatives that we have faced in 2017. For example, Kristof says, “So, sure, the world is a dangerous mess; I worry in particular about the risk of a war with North

7th and 8th grade year at Lake Road were atrocious. My teachers made me feel worthless as they screamed “You can’t get from point A to point B.” and “You’re so stupid it’s not even funny.” The best one came from my least favorite teacher, “No one likes you. None of them laugh with you they all laugh at you. You need to grow up because you’re annoying.” The teachers made fun of me and stood in the hall talking about my friends and I as we walked to class. I didn’t understand what I did wrong to make the teachers dislike me so much. I had good grades, started at every sport I played, never got in trouble unless it was for talking, and they still treated me as if I wasn’t even good enough to go to the school. One day it got so bad I called my mom and we went to the Obion County Board of Education.

I can pinpoint the exact moment where something inside my core broke off into a deep dark pit. School had always been a safe haven for me whenever something in my life to a turn for the worst. It was a place where I could learn and discover new topics since I had a major interest in the unknown. I had amazing friends that I thought I could count on. What made me hate school was when my best friend called me a crude name which will be forever ingrained in my memory. I didn’t have the slightest clue that my name could be rhythmed with anything until that wretched time in the cafeteria in seventh grade. From that day on, my new identity was labelled by the people around me.