9th Grade Year Research Paper

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.

In the book Middle School Worst Years of my Life by James Patterson a boy named Rafe Khatchadorian has enough problems at home without throwing his first year of middle school into the mix. Luckily he's got a great plan for the best year ever if only he can pull it off. With his best friend Leonardo the Silent awarding him points Rafe tries to break every rule in his school's Code of Conduct. Chewing gum in class is 5,000 points. Running in the hallway is 10,000 points. Pulling the fire alarm is 50,000 points. But when Rafe's game starts to catch up with him, he'll have to decide if winning is all that matters, or if he's finally ready to face the rules, bullies, and truths he's been avoiding.

Junior year. My junior year I realized things about myself that I hadn’t previously known. Things I’ve never done before and things people thought I couldn’t do. Situations I thought I wouldn’t be in and there I was. Junior year, I did it.

Junior year; considered the most difficult year of high school. Junior year wants to make senior year as relaxing and stress free as possible. Part of this preparation: community service and then writing a paper and making a presentation surrounding that service. Kennedy calls this project the integrated service learning (ISLE) project. For my ISLE project, I built houses in New Orleans through Habitat for Humanity, a nonprofit organization. I found that when hurricane Katrina and the Levis broke it left a tremendous amount left in its wake. Since the trip would knock all my service hours out in a week and I became interested in the project I went and worked on houses and learned a great deal culture and poverty

Freshman year could definitely be the worst year of High School when it comes to your social life. This is the year where you can expand your friends to more than just people in your grade. This year is also a sad year because it is when you find out who your real friends are. High School is all about gaining new friends and losing what you thought were your friends. When I started my freshman year all I heard when I started was that your real friends will show and you fake friends will vanish. In my case this did not happen. Yes, when I got into Highschool I did grow farther apart to some of my friends, but I would never say that they have vanished from my life or anything like that.

If Middle Football is Going to Last People Need to Get Their Head in the Game.

The surgery was the simple part; the challenge was the recovery. I couldn’t walk for two months, and I couldn’t participate in any physical activities involving my leg for six. I became dispirited, no longer able to

Back when I was first learning math, in 2nd grade, I remember being very confused. See, I had moved from Arkanson Nebraska to Carroll Iowa, in the time between preschool and kindergarten. I definitely, remember learning to read in the first class when I came to Carroll. I vaguely remember counting, learning to add and subtract too. Then in all my memories of first grade, it seemed to me that I had never had a math class. All of a sudden in 2nd grade, teachers were asking me to multiply and divide. At the beginning of the year, my teacher set a piece of paper in front of all of us then set a timer for one minute. When she started the timer we were supposed to do as many problems as possible. I didn’t do one, I was preoccupied with the time limit and would freak out that there was a whole sheet full of problems that I couldn’t get done in that one minute. It was very stressful. Meanwhile, all the other students were having no trouble

Starting at a young age I was blessed to have parents that were willing to purchase me a dirt bike and let me race motocross. I was terrified to begin at the age of four; however, it benefited me because I was able to pick up on the necessary skills before most others even touched a bike. Ever since then, I have created a love for the sport and continue to improve my riding ability day in and day out. Eventually, I plan on pursuing a career in motocross, and making a living doing what I love. As I begin such an amazing journey, it is hard to stay positive when I compare myself to other racers. If I put my mind to it, I can push though anything according to Gail Devers, “Keep your dreams alive. Understand to achieve anything requires faith and

You enter the large set of double doors leading into the main hallway of yet another new school. Your mind drifts to your old school as you observe your own reflection in the glass insets of the entry doors inviting you into a new world. A world you’d rather not be a part of, not now. This is not a new experience. It’s one that keeps repeating itself over and over. Larson Junior High will make the second school you’ve attended in the short time of being a ninth grader, and a total of eight schools since beginning the first grade.

We went into the doctor's office and it turns how that I have a rare bone disease. Osteochondral disease which is where blood doesn’t get to all my bones and they break. I went in for an MRI and I fractured my femur bone. They explained what the treatments were and it was surgery go figure! It wasn’t going to be a huge surgery well not this one at least. I ended up going through four surgeries in one year. My sports career ended my sophomore year. I ended up sitting on the bench my junior year and moving on my senior year. I am still going through physical therapy for a full year. It has taught me that when life gets hard you have to keep pushing through. My surgeries have made me a stronger person and now I know that know matter what life throws at you you just have to get right back up and keep pushing

During my Sophomore year I interned with the Pennsylvania Democratic Party. As an intern I trained and recruited volunteers, registered people of all parties to vote, canvassed and phone-banked for the 2016 Presidential election, ensured that voters had transportation to their polling place, and watched the polling locations to ensure the safety of all voters.

It all started on Christmas of 2009, it was snowing, cold and windy I was at my uncles and my mom came and picked me up to go home. There was a skateboard in the back seat. I was eight years old and this was my second time even seeing a skateboard. I felt excited, happy, and nervous, nervous because I hadn’t really ridden one. My goal was to learn how to ride, and from there learn tricks. This goal was significant to me because I wouldn’t be where I am in my skating now if I hadn’t set it.

The next months following surgery entailed countless visits to physical therapy. I often left the office in utter pain and frustration with the slow progress I had made. Specifically, the fact that it took all concentration and effort to perform a task which was once muscle memory took time to fully comprehend. I learned to channel my frustration into as much hard work as I was allowed in the session. Bending of my knee led to strengthening, which led to walking, running, and later on agility and endurance. Throughout the process, as I reached a new levels of overcoming this setback, it filled me with newfound determination to work as hard and efficient as possible to return to the

There I was down on the ground again, the brush of each sharp blade of grass against my face. “One more time” I said to myself, “I have to get it this time.” It all started at the beginning of summer when I was 6.. My parents had bought me a brand new blue bike with neon green lines along it. I knew I was going to enjoy it. There was one problem though, it had no training wheels. Instantly I knew this was going to be a challenge and I didn’t want to disappoint them by not riding it. I wanted to prove to both my parents and myself that I could accomplish this goal.