My First Year In Middle School

My eighth grade year of Middle school. I had many challenges, with making friends and subjects. But one challenge was mathematics.I knew my eighth grade year was most important when it came transferring into my high school years, yet I didn’t do anything to raise my grade in mathematics at that time. It wasn’t until two I had a very low grade in mathematics on my report card at that I realized I needed to do something about my low grade. So after that report in math, I really was determined to really bring that F up to at least a B or A. So I remember I started to go to after school tutoring to get help with my math subject. They placed me with a teacher named Ms.Alice. And she really helped me with my subject.

When junior year ended last summer, I felt like I knew exactly what was coming my way-- after all, I watched three different groups of my friends go through senior years of their own. It was finally my turn to experience senior year, something it seemed I had known about for years, and I felt like senior year would be easygoing and uneventful. Now, it has taken just a few short months to realize how incorrect I was. If senior year has taught me anything, it is that one never really knows what comes next for them, even if they have a good idea. The monumental highs, as well as the deepest of lows, have kept me on my toes throughout my senior year.

Freshman year, I imagined that year to be amazing. I wanted it to just have an awesome flow but did it? It did in the beginning then a bomb went off during the middle of the year and turned freshman year into a complete disaster. Freshman year was supposed to be about having a great start to the rest of your high school life before you enter the big bad world but other students just couldn't help themselves but to create that bomb during the middle of my freshman year.

My memories are blurry. They are fragments of disjointed moments, without a linear narrative. I remember reading. It was in Mrs. Davidson first grade class. My reading proficiency skills were very poor, the English language still thick and unnatural on my tongue. While some of the other students took a Gifted class, I had to take a remedial course—English Learners (EL)— just so that I could hold onto the edge. I remember reading. I had a hard copy of The Very Hungry Caterpillar in my little hands, reciting only the first page of the book from memory. The classroom was dark; the stream of sunlight filtering through the windows served as our only illumination. The rest of the words on the book looked like a mess of jumbled letters. I couldn’t make out anything other than the words “the” and “and.” I remember enthusiastically pointing out my “fluency” to my teacher, seemingly applauding my menial abilities: “The catpater at droo!” (The caterpillar ate through). In the first-grade, my free time was spread sporadically between watching The Little Mermaid, catching ugly black crickets and pretending that I was Sailor Moon, guardian of the galaxy. In the first grade, I was not at all concerned with words, literacy and books. In the first grade, I did not know the power that words hold. I did not know that books would change my life.

My year being a seventh grader has been filed with great experiences and growth. I was pushed to being the best I can be by my teachers and wonderful classmates in all of my classes. They did this by explaining to me how to make my work stronger and how to make me writing in my depth.This year has given me plenty of opportunities for my future.

Towards the end of my senior year of high school, I was preparing for the next chapter of my life. I would be attending UC Davis in the summer for a four weeklong orientation program, specifically for first generation college students. This was the first time I would be leaving home by myself to a different country and it was the first time in over eight years that I would be exposed to the American culture. I did not have any roots in any American city nor did I have a so-called “home state.” However, if there was one thing for sure, it was that Germany was my home and it has been for the majority of my life. In this paper, I will be discussing how the following topics in sociology: culture, socialization, and identity are related to my move from Germany to California as well as how I felt during the entire situation.

Every school year fifth graders face a big change from the lives they are used to. Middle School. It is our job as upperclassmen to assist these new sixth graders. These students need our advice, and help, to make sure they live out their middle school years correctly. The finest piece of advice I can give any student starting middle school is to plan out all your middle school years.

Your freshman year will be exciting, but it can also be intimidating. It is the start of four long years of high school, some of the most important years of your life. There are a lot of important things to do your freshman year, many of which I didn't start until much later. So here is some advice that will help you survive your freshman year, and prepare you for the rest of high school.

Welcome to McGarvin, where you are going to start your first year in middle school. I’m glad you decided to come to this school as there will be many new opportunities for you to try out and do. Throughout your 7th grade school year, it would have lots of school activities and events to make your first time here fun!

Confused, petrified, and slightly excited were the emotions that ran through my body during this brief time in my life. Thinking back on the moments in life that assisted in me choosing my career path brings up many mixed emotions. The moment I chose the career path I wanted to go on is my first year at Dunbar Middle Magnet School, sixth grade to be exact. It was the first week of school and all the students in my class had to stand up and introduce ourselves and tell what we wanted to be in life. At that time in life, the option of being a princess was over and I had to begin to brainstorm what career will best suit me in life. My sixth grade English teacher gave everyone a set time to work on an “I want to become a…” project. She gave us two weeks to finish the project and within those two weeks my life would begin to change for the better. Although I was slightly in a state of confusion, I was more enthusiastic about this upcoming project. Also, there will be a very drastic life changing experience that happened to me that assisted in me choosing the career path I wanted to pursue.

It was August 9th, a Thursday; the first day of school. The beginning of what every set of parents said, ‘that the beginning of 8th grade would change our lives forever.’ One of the reasons is for the next four years I’ll be seeing my parents, my two best friends’ parents, and the parents of our crushes too! The second reason is because in our town 8th grade is when you meet your soulmate, your one true

Freshman year. They say highschool is supposed to be the best 4 years of your life. I dont understand because i know in my heart thats a lie. All other friends went to diffrent schools so when i got to Fairfield high i didnt know anyone except one person whose name is Erin Randall. The lunch is 50 cents more than my old middle school whicjh is ridiculous;its like buying expensive gas daily. The first day wasnt as bad as people exaggerate in the tv shows and movies. I got lost on my way to 6th period because my english class was tucked away in the corner but this lovely woman helped me find my classroom. I guess she noticed my nonexsistent missing posters to find my english class or saw me akwardly wandering around it seemed fair to help me.

Everybody has that one moment in their lives that changes everything. For some it happens at an early age and for others it happens later in life. This is a story about the moment that changed everything in my life. The sad thing is nobody know when their moment is going to happen, it could happen tomorrow, it could happen years from now. The day my life changed I wasn't expecting it to happen. That day was full of emotions and the following days, weeks and months were full of anger and questions. My life has consisted of situations, emotions, and lessons because of this life changing event.

My senior year of high school rolled around and I realized that I was in need of loosing weight. In stead of searching the next new diet plans or asking my friends what they thought, I just kind of used conmen sense. Finding foods with low calories, controlling how much I was eating and making sure I kept myself on a regular exercise plan. I figured since the most important meal of the day was breakfast, I needed to start there. I stopped eating my sugar cereals and went exclusively to eating one "Smart One 's" instant meals for my breakfast. I know for a lot of people it is hard to eat non-breakfast food in the morning, but quite frankly it made me feel better. Every day I was starting off with protein and veggies with my starches. Normally I would eat there Swedish meatball or chicken alfredo do entry, but to mix things up I once in a while would try other random entrees like there fajita plates, but that wasn 't the best food breath-wise for socializing at school. Next came working on my lunch. In stead of eating pizza, fries or burritos at school, I started bringing my own lunch which consisted of a Wrap; a bottle of water and that was it. To make this wrap I started out with a "light" in calorie extra wide wrap and added eight super thin slices of meat(I usually used roast beef or pastrami). Then I would drip on a little Iguana Deuces vicious jalapeño pepper sauce just to add more flavor. This hot sauce pretty much is just a flavor thing in my opinion, I am a hot

In my senior year of high school my classmate was beaten and robbed for the mere five dollars she had at the time. The young man who robbed her was a friend of many in my peer group, and was looked up to by a great deal of the under classmates. The woman, on the other hand, was a party girl and she was in fact, walking home from a party intoxicated that very night. With all that being said, we were still all outraged at this young man. We blamed him for putting her in the hospital, for stealing her money, and rightly so. There were no questions asked. No one asked if she had been paying attention, or if she had the money out in the open for all to see. Now imagine if, instead of being robbed by this man, she had gone home with him. What if while they were at his place, he coerced her into having sex with him? Would we still have so easily blamed him for the offense of rape? Or instead, would we maybe question the woman 's sobriety, her past history, or her decision making skills. Would we have wondered what she was wearing, or if she actually told the man to stop? Victim blaming in sexual assault crimes is, in large, an accepted thing here in America. With so many people believing that it must be the victim 's fault, we are, in a sense, making light of the crime. Victim blaming can lead to less rapes being reported, less rapists ever going to prison and suicidal thoughts.