Third Grade : My Most Memorable School Years Of My Life

The transition from elementary into middle school was tough, in fact I did not do well the first semester of that year. During these school years was unbeliebable the amount of people I met, especially my best friend. We used to play soccer a lot and ride bicycle all day long. Unfotunally, within those cheerful years my brother came to the US, which at the time felt like the worst thing that could've happened to me.

The fourth grade was a very traumatic year for me. My only sister went to middle school, my mom who always was at home across the street from school got a job, and I didn’t know one person in my class. For the first time in my life I was on my own and I was frightened even by the idea of it. During that year my grades dropped and I wasn’t social with my classmates. I started to fail in my favorite class, math. The work became pointless to me and I started to neglect my work. One day, after I failed another one of those math tests, my teacher asked to talk to me after class. Due to the already annoying grade I had received, my teacher punished me with a detention. Confusion and frustration flooded my body and I just wanted to give up. But,

It seemed the harder I tried, the worse grades I received. My parents punished me for not achieving high marks by grounding me on the weekends to keep studying more and more. All this punishment did not help because I began hating the pressure of school because I did try hard and had a desire to get good grades however the more effort that I put in, the harder school seemed to get. Additionally, each year every student was obligated to perform in a talent show for the whole student body and community of parents. I remember feeling like these shows were put on so the parents could laugh, make fun of and be entertained at the expense of the unfortunate children. I remember feeling sorry for some students that just didn’t have the talent they were trying to portrait. Being a student in the 1970’s, you did what you were told to do, without question, and if you did do something that was out of line, your parents were called to pick you up, and you were punished at home. I really did not like grammar school much. I was in the lower average of my class, I did not have a great talent, and I was made fun of for being different than others students---I have red hair. I really dreaded going to school as a child due to the pressures that the school, teachers and my parents put on me.

It was sixth grade and an advanced English class was chosen. I was discouraged because I actually enjoyed reading and writing but found out I wasn’t smart enough to be in that class. However, I would say that seventh grade was my favorite year of English. We still had vocabulary, which I wish we still did because I always have boring essays because I don’t remember the words we learned. I wouldn’t say that I disliked reading yet in middle school. I’d even say the most exciting part of middle school would be reading The Hunger Games with Mrs. Young, especially since she was kind of a nerd and got overly excited about all of our

Ever since I was a little girl I didn't like reading, doing homework or taking exams. I only enjoyed lunch time, gym time and after school programs. I was always in the top classes because of my mother's connection with teachers in the school until I got into the third grade. That's when you start to take a state exam test and if you failed you either get left back or get put in a class based on your grade score. That's when I went from being in top classes to the bottom classes and realized I had to get it together in school because I didn't want to look like a fool or be a fool. That all changed in middle school, I was always put in programs that helped students who wasn't on top of their work and I started to see my name on the honor roll

The fifth grade school year ended very quickly, Mrs.Cullen retired, and my classmates and I moved on to the next chapter of our lifes, sixth grade. As the next school year arrived, I went about sixth grade the same way I had started about fifth grade, I had a ton of friends in my class, and I thought that sixth grade would be a walk in the park. My advisor was Mr.Ferry, and having to write about 1000 times I will not disrupt class, I finally began to approach sixth grade in a different way. In sixth grade I learned the importance of mindfulness, and doing what I loved from

But I excelled in the class, and I felt like I really could succeed in the one subject I had always dreaded. Even today, I fall back on the year that I learned I could succeed. I took theater that year. I had so much fun in the class, and I learned about Jaguar Players, something that would become really important later on. I also joined STEAM, and I got accepted into NJHS as well. The months flew by, and I finally settled into my new life in Arizona. Sixth grade was a really important time for me to build a solid foundation, academically and socially. I took advantage of the “pod-like” structure to secure my place in the middle school environment.

I remember the very first day of school, I felt isolated and misunderstood. When I got there all eyes were on me, looking at me as the new kid, I was sweating in the cold. I felt like going back home. In a classroom full of 7th graders, students were

The first days of school became the saddest days of my life. Not only was I missing my parents, but also I was intimidated. I was used to getting the best grades at my former school; here in New York, I was something different, somehow less. I neither liked nor understood what was happening to me. Because of my inability to speak fluently, and without inventing words, a few weeks after trying to fit in at school I decided to give up. I limited my social life to talk only to Spanish speakers, I did well in every subject except for English, and I lost all my interest in learning proper

Diving into past memories is something I am never found of. There is a lot of pain hidden behind some of my past experiences, but also a lot of triumph. It is always interesting to force yourself to retrieve some of those hidden memories. Sometimes the things you remember can be very surprising. Things that seemed long forgotten, can abruptly come back in a flash. The farthest memory I can recall about my own literacy experience is when I began first grade. At this stage, I remember feeling very confused about the whole purpose of going to school. I felt as if I was the only one not being able to keep up with the other children. I didn’t know what was cool, how to make friends, or even know how to play board games like “Candyland.” I was just not exposed to certain things that the other children in my class were aware of prior to beginning first grade. Most of all, I did not like learning. I liked doing things

Nautilus elementary, 5th grade. Probably the grade that every kid either had crazy times and bad experiences. At this time, I was not the greatest at reading. Reading was at the bottom of my list because I thought it was pointless. Avoiding all the reading assignments that my crazy teacher gave us to complete. She was ridiculous! Made us read a book a week and then test the book the following week. This test was called an a.r test, this test not only showed that we understood and read the book but it also calculated our reading level. Being at a grade and half lower reading level was not the greatest. Always failing all the test and my grade dropping lower and lower didn’t make my look like a good kid. A couple of months went by and I

Three small words that can describe my school story are sports and good grades. I’ve always been the one who gets their work in on time, gets good grades, one of the best at sports, and one that doesn’t get in trouble much. K4 to first grade is really a blur to me, all I can remember is starting to play baseball, making friends, and consistently either getting the highest or second highest grade you can get on a report card. Second Grade is when I really started to realize my love for sports. I always was a fan of the Packers, Bucks, and Brewers but didn’t really know anything else about sports. In second grade though, my bestfriend got me more into sports and I got into knowing tons of players, all of the teams, and practicing so much wanting to be the best at every single sport and still being able to maintain my grades. My friend and I focused so much on being the best we could at sports that we got the opportunity to play for our school’s 5th and 6th basketball team while only being in 2nd grade. Moving on to later grades, I kept my spot

At the end of first grade my parents decided to move. They wanted to move because they wanted to change schools for me, but are old house that I had lived at would only let us go too slv, and my parents didn’t want me to go to slv. So they decided to move. All though we had only moved across town, it felt like a world of difference. My old school was a small, desolate private school in Santa Cruz. We only had one class per grade. My first 1st grade class had only 17 kids. Now I was going to the big, scary elementary school with over 100 kids and more than 30 kids in my class.

My first year of junior high school was something I will never forget. My parents never really had to attend parent-teacher conferences for me, nor did they have to worry whether or not I was having trouble in school. All my report cards came home with excellent grades and conduct to go along with them. This is how the first 5 years of school went for me. When I entered the sixth grade, things changed drastically. Not only was I attending a school where my nationality was the

Looming in front of me was something new, a fresh start. Despite being this, it seemed cold and trying, something that sent shivers down my spine. Mixed emotions of uncertainty and optimism had filled my first day of middle school; and as my final year is drawing to a close, I realize that this place-this transitional time in my life- is something that I never want to leave. I created a home away from home, and a family, over the short three years spent learning here. Each school year, from first to concluding, brought new experiences in which have altered my life. These are the things that I am hoping to carry over into high school-my next chapter. Every experience in which middle school has brought leaves me changed indefinitely, shaped for the future ahead.