Tenth Grade Lessons

Furthermore, thanks to the passions of my teachers, I felt excited learning about anything- math, history, science, and even literature (a natural nemesis due to the former language barrier). With curiosity, hard work, and the willingness to learn, my academic results flourished. Somehow, my teachers made it enjoyable to know the history of Japanese internment camps, understand how the Pythagorean theorem is the answer to literally every problem, know which formula to use when looking for the speed of a Rolls Royce right before it crashes into a wall, and analyze a cryptic author’s purpose under layers of motifs. On the other hand, I also signed myself for even more academically demanding courses besides my usual AP classes. Innocently joining

One of the biggest lessons I learned in middle school that I wish I could share with today's middle school girls is to believe and trust in their capabilities. I wish I could let today's middle school girls know that they should not measure their capabilities through awards and recognition because sometimes we may not get recognized, but that does not mean we are not capable of being whatever we put out minds to. Spencer Tracy once said, "It is up to us to give ourselves recognition. If we wait for it to come from others, we feel resentful when it doesn't, and when it does, we may well reject it." I love this quote because I believe that each girl has the potential to thrive in the world and recognition should not be a priority, but it is

As the 10th child of 12 children, I was expected to stay on the honor roll from 1st grade to 12th, and being a “Jones” , I had big shoes to fill. (cont.

I’ll start this paper with my fourth grade years. Then into my fifth grade years. Next, to my sixth grade. Finally, to seventh grade year. These four years of my life have been a blast and now I get to share this awesomeness with you! All these memories are never going to leave me and just know that what I tell today is what makes me. Now let’s begin…

Today, all of the middle school students took PSSA testing for the majority of the morning again. All of the grades had classes that were shortened. The 8th grade class baked their chocolate chip cookie batter they made last week. The 7th grade made microwave apple crisp. The 6th grade made smiley sugar cookie dough and froze it.

It was a rainy morning in mid-October. My mortar platoon was tasked to do a week’s worth of dismounted patrols tasked with clearing compounds of interest of IED factories, weapons caches, and drug stockpiles (mainly marijuana). The patrol from the previous day ended with an hour’s worth of small arms and several IEDs, therefore, I knew that today would most likely be the same. At around 0600 we mounted in our MRAPs and Strykers and, additionally, joined by Explosive Ordinance Disposal (EOD), Sappers, and Afghan National Army (ANA) commandos. After a 15 minute drive, my patrol dismounted towards our first in our series of 5. This area was in between Zangabad and Masumghar. We made use of a few dirt trails that winded in between grape fields

Third grade, a year, most of us don't recall. A year too inadequate for our young brains to recollect every moment in great detail -- especially when far more memorable events exist in life. However, there is one memory that took place during recess in third grade. I will never forget

As my mom pulled up to the doors of Monroe Road Elementary, running to go find out who my 4th grade teacher would be, reading it, seeing your name, knowing everyone did not like you was a very mixed emotion day. I went back to the car to tell my mom I had Mr. Neuendorff. She did not know all of the things said about you from other kids and parents. I began to tell her all of the bad things and that other parents would not let their kids have him as their kids teacher. She did not care so neither did I.

I’ve realized that the work in class and outside of class is both challenging and plentiful, especially in Biology111 and my DMA maths. It’s quite different from high school, where maybe I’d have to turn in something once a week. Back then I had free food and transportation, which is something I’ve completely overlooked all of these years, and even with these useful objects I had, I really didn 't learn much. I know a bit about the holocaust, because it was taught each year in English class, but we did very minimal writing; and of course we sometimes had journals but they weren 't needed to be grammatically correct. History was like we had to live the same day over and over again just to pass a weekly quiz. I had to scribble so many words on a piece of paper that it soon turned into art class. Actually a lot of my classes turned into art class and I got pretty good at drawing.

Once a week in elementary school, I was sent to a small classroom on the other side of the building, accompanied by a handful of my peers. The first time that this happened, I panicked and thought that I was in trouble. I soon found out that instead of being disciplined, I was beginning a Gifted course. This class was specially designed for students, like me, who needed a more engaging classroom environment. We took part in reading books at a higher reading level and doing special research projects. Now, I realize that that Gifted class was the beginning of my more advanced schooling that would continue all through my academic career.

Finally and, somewhat miraculously, we made it through to the middle schooling years, those years where our future plans were wrung from our tenuous ‘maybe I might like to be a …… journalist……no, wait a minute, an architect…….. no, OK, I am sure this time that I want to be a juggler in the Cirque de Soleil. By this time too, our friendship groups had probably shattered, been pieced together again and then morphed again as old friends and new ones redefined our social relationships. These years are one of the most memorable moments of our lives, because these were the years that things started to get real. We had just that little bit more freedom and sass to boot. We were finally able to choose our subjects that we wanted to do, such as choosing

In variety of schools, many grade nines love reading young adult fiction novels. Everywhere in schools library you can go, find students especially the grade nines reading these types of novels. It has been seen that one of the most favourite books was the “The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian.” Research shows that students at this kind of age, love reading books that have some pictures in the novel to help them in their imagination of the story and to see the characters feelings/expressions in throughout the story. So the question is, why is reading “The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian” a good novel to read? Some people stated that this novel is a good novel to read because it shows the grade nines how they could imagine the story from the characters point of view in the story, the second reason is that in the novel it shows how he could share his feelings from drawing pictures, and finally the last reason is that it shows students how to not judge people from their religion or

In a third classroom I was observing they were learning about inferring, the teacher had the students recall and tell him what had happened so far before beginning reading. While reading he would stop and as the kids to infer how a character felt about something happening and why. The students then would be asked to predict what they thought would happen based on what they inferred. With only a little guidance the students the students were able to understand the content of the book based off predictions,inferring and using clues from the

This continuous sequence of events, this transformation of a single thought to one’s destiny, rests solely on you and your willpower. Middle-schoolers are at a pivotal point

Middle school was alright, but it wasn’t the best. Sometimes I just had some days where I just never felt like doing actual work. I had some amazing memories with some good friends, I learned new academic skills for real world solutions, and just getting closer to high school has me kind of nervous. The memories I have are some good ones, and some of them are terrible. The academic skills I learned are very important and I should know forever because I could run into a problem when I need it. Overall, my middle school experience was alright.