Good evening. Some of you out there may not realize this but those of you who attended Suntime Middle School have been with this guy for the last seven years. I would like to ask you all, not just Suntime Middle School grads and who all else, to join me in thanking Mr. Weather for his patience and dedication to the success of our education over the years. We are the Class of 2000. The first graduating class of the new millennium. The past four years have been pretty wild. We started out as a bunch of rats in a small cage, but as time went by we learned and matured and became big rats in a new small cage, but in any case, the cage door is now opening; the handlers turning us wild things loose. As we leave "Where the Wild Things Are," home …show more content…
I know many of us would come to school dressed up in our “monster costumes,” ready to raise a ruckus out of our own flamboyant adolescence. We also have always had parents or administrators there to yank our chains and bring us back into reality when we went a little too far.
"…an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max and he sailed off through the night and day and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are. And when he came to the place where the wild things are they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws." As we entered high school, we were all very excited to be going to a new, bigger and better place. Yet at the same time we knew we’d have to encounter the "wild things" with their terrible roars, teeth, eyes and claws. We were so terrified by the upperclassmen and intimidated by the scowling seniors. We were only little monsters trying desperately to stay afloat in a torrent sea of monstrosity. But as we grow, we learned and adapted.
"…and Max said 'Be still!' and tamed them with the magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once and they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all and made him king of all wild things." We, too, became wild things with us currently being
Families and friends welcome to Montgomery Village Middle School 8th grade promotional ceremony. Today we embark on a new chapter of our lives as we end our middle school careers. We’ve spent the past three years of our lives in this wonderful place. We were given the opportunity to grow and learn. Our teachers, one of our biggest supporters, the ones we have built relationships with. Our teachers have seen us grow. They have been our guiding hands throughout our middle school career. The teachers in this school deserve the world. They motivate us each and every one of us each day. Most of us were able to mature throughout middle careers. We’ve grown aware of our surroundings. We’re all well aware of what’s to come as we open the next chapter
Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are follows a young boy named Max who travels “through night and day…and in and out of weeks and almost over a year” to a magical realm of monsters to escape the perils of bedtime (Sendak). After his mother sends him to bed without any dinner, Max begins to imagine trees growing in the tiny bedroom and walks through this new world to a boat and beings his sea voyage to the monsters. The illustration of his first monster encounter gives us insight into Max’s character through the physical appearance of the monster and the way the scene changes around him.
When I was younger, I would often return home to a familiar question: So, what did you learn today? My answer would always be "nothing" or "stuff." As I look back, I never lied, yet, I never told the whole truth. Many people think that you don't know anything with only 18 years of experience; I think they're wrong. I've learned a lot about myself and others from the relationships I have built throughout the years. I believe my most important lessons were "people" lessons. Those are the ones which could never be taught out of a book or in a lecture; you have to go out and experience them for yourself.
As the story goes on, Max continues to exercise power through his imagination. He has completely left the realm of reality in search of a place to control. Once Max’s room first changes, due to his imagination, his own personal boat arrives to take him away. The rest of his room becomes a wild jungle, where the wild things live. These large creatures, known as the wild things, inhabit Max’s room and soon become the perfect subjects for Max to take control of. First, Max has little interaction with the wild things, but soon, he takes full control. Max yells at the wild things, ordering them to do what he pleases. This shows that Max is displacing the anger he feels at his mother for yelling at him, onto the wild things. Max then begins “the wild rumpus,” an act in which all of the wild things and Max partake in. All of the creatures and Max are simply playing around in an unmannered form, causing trouble. This trouble continues due to the lack of adult guidance and the abundance of free imagination. While the rumpus is taking place, again the illustrations change to fit the scenes. Since Max has become the leader, and
WOW! So much has happened since June. The SV FFA and ag department had a rough start to our year losing three of our students who were on the FFA officer team to other schools. Even with this bump in the road, the four officers that remained visited Mt. Shasta City and had a blast bonding and learning more about each other at their officer retreat in August. Once school started we found three new officers and attended COLC (Chapter Officer Leadership Conference) where the entire team learned about their diverse leadership styles and were able to bond together as the official Surprise Valley FFA Chapter Officer Team for the 2017-2018 school year. If you see them around, congratulate President Cindy Hinze, V.P. Maddison Seely, Secretary Maya
Max is represented as an adventurous but monstrous 6 to 8 year old child with destructive behaviour. He is wearing a wolf suit as a disguise; it symbolizes a sense of development and privacy. Max's behaviour is represented in the monster picture he drew. It suggests the adventure he is about to enter is not something that is new. He could have been thinking of a fantasy world, far away from the reality of his anger at his mother, and that he has a history of destructive behaviour. Max's poor behaviour and characteristics are influenced by his mother's parenting skills and techniques. In a time of great development and growth in this phase of his childhood, Max's social development characteristics included
His pink skin had lessened to a wilted gray and the flies continued to encircle through the holes where his eyes were meant to be. He perched there, on the stick, as if he awaited a reign of fire to burn the entirety of forest to the ground. Before my very eyes was no longer an innocent animal, but a monster who leered at prospect of my suffering. Terror drove up my body as I felt myself quivering and violently hacking. “What else is there to do?”
In previous years, at my high school, we were given the opportunity to be present in an elementary school classroom. For an hour each day, a group of us would ride to the elementary school to help out teachers that needed an extra hand in regards to maintaining their classroom, and allowing them focus more on their lessons instead of housekeeping responsibilities. Being surrounded by elementary age students for these few years really helped me develop deep love and passion for teaching young children. Life set me on a different career path as I attended Georgia Tech last year in pursue of a Business Degree. Throughout the year, as I sat in my business classes, doing my best to pay attention, but I could just tell that my heart was not into all that the business world had to offer. All along, I knew that my heart belonged in the classroom, and after careful consideration, I decided to transfer to the University of North Georgia at Dahlonega. Education 2130, was the first education class I had the opportunity to take, and it required 20 hours of field experience. My first collegiate field experience was nothing short of enlightening, and allowed me to immerse and expand my knowledge in the education world.
I once read that life is well represented as a pearl deep within an oyster. The pearl symbolizes each person's potential, or the things that are going well for them in life. Just as a mere grain of sand that enters an oyster can grow into something of great worth, there is a fragment of excellency within every one of you that over time can be shape you into an individual who will make a difference in the world.
Edgar Allan Poe once said, "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
The narrator of Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are starts by telling the reader about the consequences Max faces from misbehaving. Sendak writes the following, “ Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another and his mother called him ‘WILD THING!’ and Max said ‘I’LL EAT YOU UP’” (line 1). This implies that Max doesn’t feel that he himself can make “mischief”, he feels he has to put on a mask to do so. If he wants to express himself or release stress, he has to be someone or something else, so as to not disappoint his mother. When his mother calls him “WILD THING!” he embraces this persona she’s given him by saying “I’LL EAT YOU UP!”. She then decides to send him to bed hungry after
Students, faculty, family, friends, on this exciting day, I speak to optimism, laughter, and grins.
The first day of kindergarten, we clung to our parents afraid of the new experiences that awaited us. We looked around at all of the other faces not sure what to think. Fear and doubt crippled us. Little did we know that this day was the beginning of a journey stock full of obstacles and rewards.
Well, this is it, the day all of us have been waiting for has finally arrived. It seems like only yesterday we were picking our noses and flicking them at innocent bystanders or yelling childish phrases like, "Liar, liar, pants on fire!" or, wait, that was yesterday. Never mind. Anyways.
I like that word, graduates. In fact, I like that word so much, that I decided to look it up in the dictionary for the heck of it. And beyond the obvious definitions I found, there was one that plainly stuck out. "To change gradually". Now if you think about it, I guess that sums up all our years of schooling right there. I mean, I can still remember back to first grade and racing home to watch the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles defeat Shredder and the evil foot soldiers. Of course, Michelangelo was my favorite because he was the care-free surfer turtle that every boy dreamed of being like. Well, cartoons didn't last long in junior high, and my first real change occurred because of the