Fifth Grade Graduation

The first time I had to do an actual speech in front of the class my mind went blank. I had studied the speech for a couple weeks and thought I was going to blow it out of the water. As I began to walk up to the front podium, I felt like my stomach was forming into a twizzler as I looked back at all

The first day of 6th grade, I was shaking in fear, disliking everything about it. But after 3rd period, I realized it wasn’t too bad. The rest of the day went pretty smoothly and I was about to get one the bus when someone pushed me out of the way yelling, “Move it fatty!” When I got on the bus and found my assigned seat, I was frozen in fear to see that I was right in front of the kid that pushed me. His name was Luke. Luke was an 8th grader who was notorious for bullying the younger kids for his entertainment. “Looks like we got the fatty in front of us!” He yells to his friends as they crack up. I sit there ignoring them, feeling horrible. Luke leans forward and says, “Did you hear me, big boy?” I keep ignoring him as he continues to verbally

First off I would like to congratulate everyone for making it this far. I would like to thank my classmates, my friends, and my family. I especially want to thank our teachers, for always supporting and encouraging us. If it weren’t for the people who support us daily, we would not be where we are today. I would like everyone to turn to their families, and teachers to thank them for all that they have done for us.

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

Imagine it’s your eighth grade, year.  Time is flying, tick-tock, tick-tock.  You’re getting closer to that one thing you’ve been waiting to achieve, since the day you started middle school.  It’s coming down to the wire and there’s only one week left before this event arrives.  You’re feeling confident, however you ask yourself,”Do I deserve to graduate?”  Bang, there goes all of your confidence, down the drain.  This is what many eighth graders worry about during their last few months of school.  Throughout the duration of my eighth grade, I’ve accomplished many goals and have grown into a more mature person. These attributes have led me to an amazing eighth grade year which makes me believe, “ I do deserve to

Hi today I want to say what a great year we have had and for the fourth graders and under it's going to be a great time here all the way to fifth grade. You might meet some new friends you might not you might like something new like math or science but my point is change is sometimes good and dont be afraid of change.

I was the fifth senior in line to read my speech. Thankfully, this gave me time to relax for the moment. However, as I patiently waited my turn, my heart started to pound. My heart was beating so rapidly that I was sure the girls next to me could hear it just as vividly as I could.

I am normally a very anxious person about giving any kind of presentation. I loathe being the center of attention and always have but that time I was enthusiastic. I was going to get over my fear that day. I told myself everything would be fine and even if I messed up no one would care. I had everything planned out a day in advance. I cannot remember now what my sermon was going to be about but I remember the events leading up to the time I was going to give it.

I was sitting with the kids I was working with that week and one of the volunteers who was around six years older then me was sitting in front of me. Out of nowhere, he asked, “Are you going to be a senior this year?” He had a big smile on his face. I told him that I was going into the eighth grade and that’s when things got awkward. He got super worried. “Oh , uh, nevermind,” he muttered. He walked away pretty quickly. I’m already an anxious mess, so when I had to take the kids into his classroom the rest of the week it was extremely nerve-wracking.

It was a History class, where the students were working on a project that was do at the end of the year. To start, the main teacher went over a lesson, and then the students had the chance to work on their projects. As this was going on, I observed Mrs. Wilson as she helped a student that she follows for some of the day. She made sure that the student understood the lesson and that he was working on his project like he was suppose to. She pulled up a desk beside him and worked with him as the class continued. I sat in the back of the room as this was going on and got a great sense of what I could be doing for my career in the

We pull up to the May Wood County High School, my mom quickly drives off as I get out of the car. I turn to the building, not even two seconds after looking at it, a lady in black comes up to me and grabs my arm. "You need to get in the school before the bell rings young man!" Her voice was eerie in a sense. She dragged me into the building, standing there were tons of other students talking to their friends and socializing. The lady walks back outside to "greet" the other late students. I stand in the middle of the sea of students, not knowing what to do. Everyone was eyeing me and I could definitely hear them talking about me, all of a sudden the bell rang and the flock of kids moved down the hall to their first period. I had to take a quick

On my way to my high school graduation at Eastern Randolph High School, I had a mixture of emotions, but then I remembered that I had forgotten the most important item for the day, like forgetting to study for a test that counts fifty percent of a grade. My graduation cap and tassel were left in the bag that I bought them in. I called my mom immediately, hoping she could still bring them to me on time. She would not pick up the phone. I had to let someone know I had a major problem. Thankfully, there were extra caps and tassels but in exchange of borrowing one, I had to leave my phone which made me experience the same feeling I have when I have to leave my little brother with his babysitter and see him cry.

The first day at my job at the high school, I was nervous in the first place as I was starting a new job. The very first assignment the teacher had me do was to read a story to the students aloud. I didn’t want to say “no” so I did. I was so nervous, I stuttered and read really fast. By the second page, I could tell the student were not paying attention. I stopped and I explained my story. After explaining to them I felt

Hands trembling, heartbeat throbbing in my ears, I stood in front of the class and opened my mouth to speak. All that came out was a shaky breath. Oh no, I thought, this is not really happening. I looked up at my audience and felt my cheeks flush. “Umm… May I have the line, please?”

This cannot be happening! My life is going to end. I will walk to my death. I have not even lived a full life. I never graduated, went to college, found love, had a happy family, and do all the things I have desired. Nope, my life will end. You know why? I was called to the Principal's Office. How could this happen? I never get in trouble. I was framed, I tell you! Framed! I was scared, nervous, worried, anxious... you get the point. Anyway, I was in my Math 2 Honors Class, taking notes like a decent student would when the class phone called. I tuned out, thinking it was a random call until I heard my name.