Eighth Grade Essay

One tortuous question When I was in fourth grade, one day my Spanish teacher gave us a test with one question, which was to make an essay. My Spanish teacher was elderly, with rugged skin, and a very white hair. The part in which we had to create a whole essay was not the hard thing, what was hard was the question; it was to write about what we wanted to do when we grew up. In mere moments, everyone was writing, the pencils moved at light speed throughout the papers, except for mine. I was in a

I wake up to the sound of my radio alarm turning on. I hear “Good Morning beautiful city of Louisville Kentucky, it should be a nice day out. It’s going to be partly cloudy with a high of 52 degrees and a low of 44 degrees. It’s currently 7:01 am this morning and I’ll get back to you after the break.” Right at that I click the button to turn it off. I get up and get ready for school and I hear my mom yell “Emma come down and eat breakfast when you’re ready!” After I get ready I walk down stairs

I was able to stay that way up until fifth grade. Fifth grade was the first time that I realized that I might be different. I was sitting on the bus going home from school. I was looking out the window and pondering life to the extent that an 11 year old can but I remember that I began thinking about my fifth grade teacher. I remember thinking about how lovely and kind of woman she was. Over the course of the year, I would often

thinking of a teacher that was memorable for reasons that don’t include, giving F’s, giving homework, or giving detentions … is kinda tricky. But there was one teacher who impacted my life in ways I never thought were possible. This teacher was my eighth grade English teacher. Yes I know you are all going, “You’re English teacher? No way.” Yes way!! I was honestly my English teacher who had the most impact on my life. Now, it wasn’t exactly for what she taught me in class: dissecting sentences or finding

Tell us about an experience, in school or out, that taught you something about yourself and/or the world around you. "...no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself." This quote by Ralph W. Emerson echoed by our Ms. Marino, the Peer Mentoring teacher, inspired me to regularly volunteer as a tutor and to try to embody this in my actions and my words. At first, I did not truly believe that helping myself would help others. After all, how could I help myself when I guide others

The summer of my eighth grade year, I stopped reading. 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

What program-related courses have you taken? And when did you take them? In 7th grade, I took Algebra 1 for math class. In 8th grade, I took Geometry for math class and Introduction to Engineering and Design for technology class. Currently in 9th grade, I am taking Algebra 2 for math class, Digital Electronics for technology class and Biology for the science class. What type of academic extracurricular activities/groups are you involved in? I really like science, math, and technology, and I

First Day of Eighth Grade My first day of eighth grade was a reassuring experience. Immediately after I was assigned my college I was worried I was placed in the average class, but as I stood quietly in line I noticed familiar bright students. My first class was english with Mrs. Brisko who told us two truths I can’t remember the lie and one of the truths even though it’s only been two days. One of her truths was that she loved country music. She then asked us to do the same with the three or

Throughout my academic life, I have learned many essential lessons from being organized, to treating others with respect. However, my 2013 eighth grade school year has taught me the most important lesson of all, team work. Team work is the ability to get along with others, and it's the central piece of being respectful to your peers and doing your part! As my eighth grade year began, my teachers have taught me that getting along well with others is a splendid way to gain great success. They also mentioned

remember when I first met Sherlock Holmes. We were in the eighth grade at Constance Middle School. The school year was coming to an end, and everyone was buzzing with excitement, talking about their plans for summer and graduation. With one month left in the school year, people were being accepted into private high schools, and exclusive home programs that I could only dream of. Throughout all of my years of middle school, my grades were never satisfactory. I was all Bs and Cs, which was