Letter To Water Field Study

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

I was about to face my greatest challenge in my new life. How to fit in with people in middle school. Arriving in America was already hard to adjust, what more can it be with my school life. It was in August when my school started. I was already nervous, and I haven’t even step foot from this mysterious school that I’m about to spend 2 years of my life.

If I look back on my life it is very different than it used to be. Middle School is 3 years of countless phases. One day you are a Mets fan another day you are a Yankees fan. One day all your friends play on Playstation and then they all buy an Xbox because it is the next cool thing to do. You just do not know what will be “in” next. When this is all over you can recap the good and the bad. We all have our good and bad times. but now all of us will be going to different schools next year. The crossroad has come for us what happens now cannot be changed. The next chapter in the book of my life has come and the introduction has been written.

Even though I was worried about having my friends in my class, I was even more worried about meeting my new teacher. Would she be like someone out of the Black Lagoon, or would she be exciting and fun like the Frizzle? I ended up with the Frizzle and learned a lot about science this year. We went on some wonderful field trips too like to the apple orchard and the park. We never had to take the school bus to outer space or inside the digestive tract of another student, but we learned about making new friends and finding the enjoyment in everything around

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

Now I am in middle school at Jefferson. My favorite class is math with Mrs. Duggan. I do not care for Language Arts class but we have a funny teacher he says that he has great hair, lest he has hair on his head because someday he will not have any left. He also tells funny stories and jokes. The school year is ending and next year we will not have him anymore. Next year I will be in seventh grade I will be taking science, math, history, and others like art, music, gym or physical education. Gym is fun when you get to play the games at the end but you have to give it your all and run. Then eight

The five-minute warning bell goes off. I rush to my first class of my junior year, eager to see my classmates, who I was going to spend the rest of the 9 months with. I find myself stumbling into a classroom plastered with decorations of Denzel Washington with a Dr. Seuss book in his hand, a t and college flags galore. My AP English 11 class suddenly seemed so appealing to me. As a beautiful, curly haired short lady stood in front of me and said “Welcome to AP English 11,” I knew that I had found a treasure so much greater than just a pretty classroom. Little did I know, that short lady was going to inspire me throughout my challenge filled second-to-last year of high school.

The warm breeze blows past me as I open the door to the Sweetwater Middle School. Shouts and hoots of excitement about the New Year came from behind me as I speak amid my social circle. It was going to be a wonderful year with delightful students and teachers. By the end of the year I knew to have been mistaken to think it would work out for me.

This writing is on a project that is based around Water. New media, performance, video and sound projection will be used to explore movement and sound associated with water. The work will encompass a guitar with pedal effects and natural sound of water searching for a rhythmic sound and music pattern that represents water, as well as its importance to living and hydrating the human body, Video will also be used to show the contrasting calm and strength of water. The new media work will be titled Drink. For the development process of the work movement and sound of differing amplification was explored that could be representational of or effect water itself, where appropriate the natural sound of water in nature. Video projection will be used with original footage (shot by the artist) of water in its natural state, I will then manipulate the footage into an ritualistic state of repetition. Furthermore I will explored the effect on the human body, how much can be retained and consumed and the

Walking into Booth Middle School on the first day of seventh grade, all I wanted was a friend. I cared little about whether they would make an impact on my life; as a newcomer to Peachtree City, I was open to befriend anyone. Within the first week, I met Annabelle. I was so preoccupied with the excitement of having a new friend that I was unaware of how greatly she would impact not only my first day, first week, or first year of middle school, but how vastly she would affect my future.

You may know Braedyn from seeing her support our football team or being a part of an OVAC worthy performance. As one of your Homecoming Princesses, she is excited to represent her class among with friends who were also nominated. Over the years, Braedyn has taken many classes at Linsly. However, the one that rises above them all is Mr. Felt’s Junior english class. On the other hand, as of now Pysch is her favorite class. Like many of us, Braedyn is a fan of chocolate chip pizza and Chipotle tacos. Even though the year is far from over, Braedyn says, “The thing I'm most looking forward to after high school is going to college and meeting new people.”

It was soon the end of August which meant school was right around the corner. I wasn’t too excited, but I was a little anxious to see what God had in store for me. We hopped in the car, and were on the way. I walked into my new school, Country Day, and acknowledged the wind carried the sound of the chitter-chatter of my fellow classmates, lockers slamming as hard as nails and the howling of the spider-monkey. The halls were outdoor and you could see the never ending mountains and feel the gentle breeze swaying back and forth. I enjoyed the first day and couldn’t wait to go back for more. Throughout the day, I met someone special, someone who would soon to be my best friend, partner in crime, my other half, Sibley. She helped me see the good in situations and inspired me to be outgoing and carefree. Our families became best friends and went on adventure after adventure together. The year

In this letter I will tell you some things to help you through writing class and eighth grade. This is your last year of middle school so you have to have fun and get involved with the school. Follow the rules and do your work is good enough to get through this year.

No words had ever sounded sweeter. More detention equals less time at home. Less time at home equals less time seeing my drunken step father. Mr. Curtis started talking as the students opened their notebooks. I opened mine, pretending to write. This is my life, no good, bad ass, social outcast, Nathan Smith. By being a social outcast, I've never really attracted much female attention. Not that it bothered me. This senior year, I planned to finish and get out as quickly as possible. After senior year was over, I would be on my way to college. College would be my escape

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.