Eighth Doctor

Observation of Student While observing the students in my classroom, I focused on how engaging and motivated they were. The eighth graders at Pine Forest did not have a good seventh grade math teacher, so the students are very behind. They know that they are behind because Mrs. McLamb tells them all the time. Instead of it discouraging them, it motivated the students to want to learn. They know that they must catch up, so I saw the students trying their best to stay focused and be engaged. I noticed

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

I just entered 9th grade in Hampton Bays High School. I enjoy playing soccer and I love photography, I think that it’s such a beautiful art. Before I came to Hampton Bays I was from East Hampton. Entered Hampton Bays towards the end of 8th grade. I learned a lot about transferring schools. I learned in many ways from negative to positive. People would always tell me that people in Hampton Bays were nice that I should be happy. That just entered from one ear and left right through the other. Now I

As a child, reading was always a endeavor to look forward to. It all started when I was in Kindergarten and my teacher would read us books at story time after lunch. The whole class would sit in a circle, sitting crissed-crossed-apple-sauce, lingering on every word she spoke from the colorful pages of a lucky book. I remember thinking to myself, “I wish I could read books and create a world in my head that only I could interpret.” The following year, as a class, we would go to third grader's hallway

Cultural identity is the belonging of an individual to a group. According to the iceberg model of culture, this group typically shares the same behaviors, beliefs, and values and thought patterns. As someone whose response to the question “where are you from?” sounds more like strained sounds than actual words, I have struggled tremendously with determining the cultural identities that construct my identity. I often feel more like a cultural chameleon than an individual possessing cultural identities

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

3 years ago I was in the same exact position, an eager seventh grade that can’t wait to go to high school. Just like all of you, I wanted to go to high school so bad and finally be with the older kids. As far away from all the seventh graders as I could get. All the teachers would say how much more freedom we would get and it sounds like a dream come true. You may think they are just sugar coating the whole thing, but they really aren’t. I know it can be nerve racking and all, but you’ve already

He was a good kid. Very smart yet never used his abilities.Teachers never saw anything in him but he was okay with that. Always the one to make me laugh & had a unique sense of humor. Dyed hair and Mohawks were his style but not so much pop music. He was different. He was my best friend. He technically still is. Brennen and I became best friends in 7th grade along with Roxanne, at parkway middle and like most friendships you can't remember how it happen but you're glad it did. We all know that

Mistakes, everyone makes one joining choir can that be a mistake or not? Why is it that I joined in the first place? Choir, you cannot say it is something anyone can join, members have to have a beautiful voice, know how to read music which I clearly did not know how to do. Well, all those things were things I thought. Maybe if I had had all those qualities I would join, but I did not so why even bother to join it would have been a big mistake if I join I thought. Adding on, in a chorus there

“A 50 page book!” That is pretty much the response my teacher received when she informed us what our 8th grade graduation requirement was. That was not what a bunch of eighth graders wanted to hear the first day of school and it was definitely not what I had in mind for my long-anticipated glorious eighth grade year. I already knew it was going to be a long year. This was my second year attending Bennett Academy Charter School; it definitely challenged me academically in 7th grade and it was very