Sixth grade

On Being a Sixth Grade Mean Girl Squeals pierce my eardrums as little girls talk about “loving” their boyfriends. The overbearing scent of Axe radiates off of every arrogant schoolboy who gallivants across the grounds and stops at my locker. Gossip flutters around me, seducing me into its inescapable vice. Such was Memorial Middle School when I first debuted in August, 2011. Going into sixth grade, I was the most popular girl in school. Although I may have had ebony hair and bubblegum lips, there

Sixth grade was possibly the worst year of my life. There were so many fights and I moved for the last time. I never had any real friends until sixth grade because my mother moved me around so much. I moved from place to place, got robbed a few times. My life was pretty eventful. I started sixth grade in another school, before Reeds Brook, and I didn’t fit in anywhere in my old school, so I was by myself a lot of the time. Soon, every summer i came to see my dad, he lived in Hampden and spoiled

task. I had just started the sixth grade at a new school, with new faces, new classrooms, and a new teacher. I had a typical schedule for a sixth grader, nothing too difficult. Social Studies, Science, Gym, Math, and my least favorite, English. Although I enjoy English now, I can’t say that I always have. At that point in my life, English was something that I was not great at and thought I would never be great at. I worked hard in class and tried my best,

Step 1: Identifying the Problem I am teaching in a sixth grade English classroom at a middle school. The middle school is located in a rural area, but it is thought to be a medium sized school in the school district with an enrollment of 403 students. This particular year the school had enough funding to begin a program called the “One to One Initiative”. With this initiative, all the students in the school received an individual laptop that enables them to submit all of their assignments online

The Runkle School is also a host to many Spanish English Language Learner students as well as the Reaching Independence through Structured Education program for children on the autistic spectrum. I observed Ms. Gallo-Toth introduce the library to sixth grade students as well as visit kindergarten classrooms to become acquainted with the kindergartners before their formal visit to the library. Furthermore, I observed an author and illustrator visit to first and second graders at the Martin Sleeper Library

people made me feel comfortable and wanted, so naturally I would stick around every now and then . Consequently I started to change. Soon my parents found out so they set out to put a stop to this by walking with me to school. When I reached the Fifth grade my only friend started to drugs. He said they made him feel super good and that it was “just like taking a smarties candy pill same color and everything”. My brother had been talking to me about drugs in his middle school and how bad they were for

FIXED VS. GROWTH MINDSET: THE EFFECTS OF POVERTY ON 6TH GRADE TITLE I STUDENTS An Action Research Project Presented to The Faculty of the Department of Educational Leadership Lamar University In Partial Fulfillment of the Requirements for the Degree Master of Education in Education Administration By Ashley C. Glover May 2017 Abstract TITLE OF ACTION RESEARCH REPORT by Ashley C. Glover Rattan, Savani, Chugh, and Dweck (2015) state that scientific research shows that students’ psychology-their

was not excited, and when I say not excited I mean not excited. Mostly because It was my first year of sixth grade, I just wish I could go back to recess and getting snack time and all of that. Even though I don’t want to go I have my friends Vicky, Alexandra , Andrew and CJ to help me get through these years of middle school. Oh did I forget to introduce myself , I’m John Collins an average sixth grader just going to try to get through middle school. The next day was the first day of school and I

focused solely on the Spanish language. Not to brag but as an eleven year old in fifth grade; I was probably reading at a twelfth grade level. I was pretty proud of myself. During the time in which I lived in Mexico, I was always number one in my class. Year after year, there was always competition for the tittle, because at the culmination of every academic year the top three students with the highest grades and test scores would be awarded the only award of the year; an academic achievement award

My grandmother once said, or at least I am told she once said, that she was concerned that my father should not marry my mother because she had no roots. My mother was a military brat. The longest she’s ever lived anywhere is seven years. She makes no bones about the fact that she doesn’t know where she’s from. Like the planes my grandfather worked on, my mother was a child of the wind, going here and there, and wherever destiny took her. I suppose my grandmother would say the same thing about