Middle School: A Short Story

James Patterson has been an author that has donated and helped the community on multiple occasions and is an award-winning author.. Patterson was born on March 22, 1947 in Newburgh, New York. His father was a school teacher and an insurance salesman. At 19 years of age, Patterson was writing stories casually, not for money at the time. Later in his life Patterson graduating summa cum laude with a BA in English in Manhattan College. Then decided to move on to Vanderbilt University for the full-time graduate program for English, but then decided to drop out only a year after because Patterson could not pursue his passion of writing stories and books if he is a college professor. When Patterson decided to pursue the writing career, Patterson moved to New York to become a junior copywriter for an advertising agency. Not a story writer yet.

Have you ever detested one of your school years? Did you get into a lot of trouble over frivolous, immature actions? Did you have one of your beloved family members kick the bucket? Or forced your frail teacher to astonishingly collapse and be swiftly wheelchaired to the drafty, hushed atmosphere of the office to the point of them retiring?

I’ve been at Barrington Middle School for three years. It is the place where I transitioned from a child bright-eyed and ready for the world, to the older, if not wiser young adult, that I am today. I’ve been here through the good times and the bad as I went from year to year. I am leaving this institution of knowledge more prepared because of AVID. I am leaving ready for my life ahead.

For years, past principals of Sherwood Middle School have grouped kids based on history and looks. It has brought the students to hatred of these staff members. For the past two years the oldest prisoners at Sherwood Middle School have had to endure the wrath of the strict and mean guards. Now there's a new one that is making the kids think twice. In the second paragraph, we will talk about the old principle, what he was like and what kids thought of him. In the third paragraph, we will talk a little about the new principal, why he's here and where he came from. Lastly, will we talk about how the students reacted and what they think of the change.

Growing up in a small town there isn’t much you miss. You visit the same restaurants, “hangout spots”, and school functions. With so little to do, naturally you end up in the same places. Everyone knows everyone and cliques form faster than you can say “school year.” People usually kept the same friends they met and bond with in the 1st grade.

One Thursday morning when I was in the school with my friend two boys were picking on me and my friend it happen on the bus and the hallway. That made me and my friend upset me and my friend goes to Arnall Middle School. it happen 1 week ago. What happened was two boys were picking on us so we told them to stop. But they keep going so we told the teacher. So he was talking to them out of the classroom door. So they can have a conversation about bullying.

A typical Friday in Mr. Ventos second hour math class at North Shore Middle School is anything but typical. You start out by being greeted by Mr. Vento as you walk into his room. You sit down at your desk and notice the entertaining posters on the walls and many bobble heads above Mr. Ventos desk. Then you start your warm ups. Usually half the class is working while the others talk. The last person to perambulate into the room is always Sergio Osuna, An eighth grade student at North Shore Middle School. You now Sergio is close by because whenever Mr. Vento sees Sergio he vociferates “SERGIOOOOOOOOOO!”. Now that everyone is in the classroom the real work begins.

During my eighth grade year in middle school I had one of the magnificent teachers ever, Mr. Gendron. He's was my Avid and a math teacher. He would also teach everyone what was right and wrong. Teaching everyone what they can do to succeed, asking if they needed someone to talk to, he was as a counselor to me. Whenever he would see someone changing their way to be he would know something was going on, it was as he had superpowers. He believed that we could work hard enough to succeed. He had hope on us whatsoever. Failing wasn't an option for us, he would try his best to make us understand the lesson. Making us learn each problem step-by-step. Many significant memories in my eighth grade year, but the special ones are with Mr.

So, far sixth grade has been quite interesting for me. First, I will tell you about my personality. Next, I will tell you special learning traits I have. Last, I will tell you my goals for sixth grade. You are going to know a lot about me when you are done reading my essay.

Margie sat in apathy, as the lit up screen displayed multiple fractions while her metallic and mechanical teacher explained how to do these arithmetic equations. Margie sat in the empty room,all alone with her teacher,suddenly zoning out. Her teacher’s automated voice soon zoned out as she began to think about school and what it was like centuries ago.

As my dad’s shiny, grey, car pulled up to the enormous building with a halt, I unbuckled my seatbelt with a jab. “Bye,” I groaned as he mocked, “Good luck!” Well that helped I thought. I walked up to the big, rusty, opened doors with the vice principal there to greet me. This was going to be a long year…

It was a hot spring morning at Wave Side Middle School. I loved the smell of flowers, I remember what they used to look like. All of a sudden I was startled.

Ever since elementary school I’ve always been an avid reader. My favorite genre was always fantasy or medieval. Knights, wizards and dragons have always captivated my mind as a child, and I still really enjoy that genre of books very much today. My comprehension was very good as well. In 7th grade my reading comprehension was above high school level already, but I’m not sure how accurate it was because I still had a hard time reading some novels in the later years of high school. My love for reading really died down around middle school because I started having less free time and had other things to occupy my time, like using the computer or playing video games. But coming out of high school I started reading a lot more and not in the traditional

Everyone caring for one another, kids behaving maturely, and everyone succeeding? That wasn’t the 8th grade I experienced. Throughout the last few months, my class and I have had our ups, downs, and even some uglies, as Sergio Leone liked to say. It’s been a year full of both success and a bit of failure.

During homeroom this morning I was getting the students settled to take the benchmark test. I spoke to Nasir multiple times about getting to his seat. Right before I was going to hand out the test Nasir was sitting on top of a desk in the corner. I told him to not sit on the desk and have a seat. Nasir then got mad, and mumbled under his breath "Alright, stop talking to me before I slap you". I immediately responded by telling him to get out of my class. He then claims he was talking to a fellow student across from him. Nasir took the whole situation as a joke because while I was talking to him in the hallway, he was smiling. I didn't have Mr Padilla's contact information at the moment so I couldn't leave the students