Her name was Lucy. It was in the back right corner of our eighth grade science class. I was looking up and my teacher, Mr. Smith was looking back at me as he led his usual morning lesson. The floor had pale brown tiles and the old Oak desks arranged in three rows of five sets of two in each row. I knew everyone in the room, my friends and I did not sit near each other, but this girl I was close friends with sat right next to me. She had long brown hair and big brown eyes. I was thirteen and at the time, and “Guy Code” was that having a girlfriend made you impressive to your peers. I thought this was something that I wanted to accomplish, but I did not realize that I was going to make a fool out of myself in front of her. People say “highschool never ends”, but it is something you learn from and overcome over time. People make mistakes and sometimes you can end up embarrassed, but these things occur and we learn from them. The class was just about to begin a reading session for the book 1984. Lucy and I were in our seats waiting for books to be passed around; I was leaning back into my chair with my arms hanging at my sides, and she was leaning forward with the arm closest to me at her side. She reached back to seek my attention. I felt the back of her cold hand touch my warm hand, For a split second, the marriage between the temperatures of our hands gave me an impression of what it would be like if I was her boyfriend. She continued to wrap her thin, soft fingers around
His name was Jermaine Harris. I first met him at my cousin house and we started conversating then we realized we both go to the same school. He was a grade higher than me. Jermaine was light-skin, tall and had nice hair. Our schedules were different so I would leave my fifth period class to go down to the lunchroom to see him. We would only text, that was my only crush. Last time I saw Jermaine was in May at Shaw prom line-up. Periods at school were absolutely the worst. It was like the boys in my class knew when any one of us girls were on our monthly cycle. They would make fun of us, that would really annoy me. When it was my time I would try to keep my attitude from being real like nasty towards other. I kept a happy constant mood until I got home. People think I’m mean. People see me as a quiet person, but I am the most funniest, coolest person somebody could meet. For seventh and eighth grade the same people were in my class, and we became a family. Everybody in that class had a bond and we felt it couldn’t be broken. That couldn't be more true even though I transferred I still talk to everybody I had class with. Good to see everybody still in school, this our last year Some of us has jobs now, other playing sports one person is now pregnant but she still in school. Having these people as friends made middle school as great
On March 15th 2018, I volunteered at the Science Olympiad being hosted at Kutztown University. At this event, I helped with an activity called “Write it, Do it.” This activity had students form group of twos to work together. One student would see an object made of random objects and then write down instructions on how to build it without any diagraphms. They would have 25 minutes to do this. Then, the other student would be in another room and be given their partner's instructions. They would then have 20 minutes to build the object based on the instructions. My job was to help hand out supplies, help time the students as well as direct them, and make sure that students did not use their cellphone during this event.
Soon I was at the Junior High, I waited for my friends so we could all walk in together. First we got into the gym and it was cold, but most school gyms are like that. We talked for a little bit then started to stretch.
I remember I was turning my pad lock three times to the right, two times to the left, and one time stopping on the third number when I saw what I thought was my future husband. When I saw him I instantly fell in love with everything about him. Being fifteen it’s easy to fall in love with someone at first sight. After I stopped at my third number before I could open my locker, this boy named Joe walks over to me and says hi. Of course being me I instantly start to blush and get extremely nervous. The hottest guy, (what I thought) was talking to me, me! An awkward freshman that was so afraid of the male species. Of course right when first period started I instantly ran over to all of my friends that were in my class and told them everything about what happened at my locker. I had never been so happy, I described it as the best day ever. A fifteen year old boy, that I barely even knew just made my whole life. The next couple weeks I was
Then my mom went home and we took pictures for our protime. Of course I looked like crap because I was crying two minutes before we took the pictures. Then we went out of the class and went to second period, and I had ELA. I went in and saw where we were supposed to sit, so I went and sat there. There was this kid named Derek Olsen in the same class. So the teacher talked about class procedures and then the class was over. Then Derek came up to me and we started talking.
Mrs. Collins addressed the 6th grade Science class with the most uplifting positive attitude that anyone could have. Every day she came to class she always had candy and snacks sitting on her desk for students to enjoy when they were on their best behavior or if students participated. Everyone insisted on behaving and participating just so they could get a treat. One day Mrs. Collins called on a young boy whose name is Mark, but everyone else addressed him by meanie mark. Mrs. Collins asked Mark if he would like to come to the front of the class and demonstrate the Mentos and coca cola project. Mark did not say anything the first time. The second time she asked he murmured something, no one could not hear what he said. He set in the far back left corner of the classroom by himself. No one wanted to sit next to Mark for he intimidated everyone that he came across. He always wore black and he never spoke to anyone no matter how nice they were and he always had his head down. Mark was a loner. Furthermore
The sun rising and birds chirping, a fresh a breath air consumed my lungs. It was the start of my junior year at Coral Park Sr. High, and I was ready to enjoy my year with old friends and maybe have a girlfriend. As I pass through classmate and teachers outside the classroom; going up the main stairs in the back of the school entrance, I was interrupted by a wonderful fruity smell. As I turned to see what aroma lured me, suddenly I bumped my head and fell off the stairs. Once I realize what happen, I quickly ran up to the girl and held her hand; her hair was covering her face at that time so I didn’t pay so much attention. Ring! Ring! Ring! The bell rung and I was late. I apologize to her and told her that I would invite
One day in 7th grade at 6th block it was almost time for Eogs to begin actually they were the following monday and i was talking to natalie.Mr.Clark was talking about something that really bored me ,so talking to natalie was pretty much my only option.I really should of payed attention but you know it was almost the end of the year and no one really payed attention.He wanted us to take notes so i pulled out a bunch of paper.Everybody kept asking me for paper so i got very annoyed.
According to article, “In a high-quality program, there is a focus on developing healthy and strong human relationships (p. 40). The program takes place in Condor Elementary School. They used the cafeteria to give them a snack, and make Woven Baskets for children in Protective Services. They had plenty of space to do their project, there were many tables and benches for them to openly do their work, as well as move around. They had a 12-child/2-teacher ratio, which facilitates the supervision of the children. They provided all the material (had plenty of them). They also had board games, plenty of art supplies, and books. In addition, they were provided with outdoor physical activities.
military program. Most of the other Freshman girls were a couple of years older than me and already actively having sex with their boyfriends. I still got butterflies in my stomach anytime a guy touched my thigh through my pants, so needless to say I was pretty embarrassed at being so far behind. I lied and pretended that I wasn't a virgin.
It was the last day of 6th grade and we were going to Nickelodeon Universe as a class. I had some friends that I intended to hang out with. They were Cayden and Riley.
It was my freshman year of high school where I was just a lost fish in a hugh sea of people attending Byron Nelson High School, with no clue who I was and my place in life. Life seemed rough but then again it was freshman year. When I was attending Byron I didn't know what I was going to do with my life in the future. On one day just like any other the morning school announcements came on; talking about some meeting in the counselor's office about some academy. At that time I had no idea what they were talking about and I had never even heard of Eaton High school, which happens to be the new high school for my school district. It came to lunch time where my friend that I sat with was absent, so I figured why not go see what this meeting is
After our first year of friendship, we graduated 8th grade together (see first picture) the summer before freshman year. It was a CRAZY summer. “Nights you won’t remember with friends you will never forget” but man did we have a blaaaast.
My second observation also took place at Benito Juarez, a middle school located in Crystal City, Texas. I observed Ms. Balderas sixth grade science classroom. Even though some of her classroom management methods were questionable she had some teaching strategies that were effective. She also motivated students by giving them extra credit to improve their six-week grade. All in all, the teacher had some effective and ineffective methods to manage and teach the classroom.
I was just maybe seven or eight years old at the time, it was just a few weeks after the first day of third grade. This girl, her name was Olivia, was getting bullied by the school bully, Brooke. Olivia, who was one of the youngest girls in our grade, didn’t know what to do. Brooke would call her names, take her stuff, and make sure Olivia didn't make any friends at all. One day when Brooke pushed Olivia down and took her colourful pencil, I walked up to Olivia and asked her if she was okay. Olivia was trembling, I helped her up. We started talking and soon we became friends. When we were together Brooke would leave Olivia alone, but when she