A great deal happened to me in 6th grade, I started middle school, made new friends, times were excellent. After school there was something called BEST, where you could go to do homework have a snack and then afterwards there was entertaining activities that you could do. My parents didn’t want me to go home directly after school since they had work, so they signed me up for BEST. The first session I did it I had kung-fu and flag football. I was always looking forward to football. Even though I was the most youthful, I was one of the best out their. Our supervisor was all time QB and would just throw a bomb pass every time that I usually always caught. then this one time where I was on defence, he made the mistake of throwing it to the
slowest guy on the other team. Me, being one of the fastest guys out there, easily bolted over and caught it for an interception. I was blazing down the field when out of nowhere I fell right on my shoulder and heard a loud crack. I had broken my clavicle. I wasn’t able to do anything for about six weeks, and since it was my right, it was hard to do school work as well. But I was able to push through it. I practiced left handed writing everyday and I got pretty superb. I exercised my shoulder all the time. In no time it was better. An injury that should've lasted six weeks, only took about four and half to heal. I was very proud of myself and was back to playing flag football in no time. So I guess what I really took from this experience is to keep on trying no matter the circumstances.
Football has been a big part of my life ever since I was a little kid. I almost always tried to play football when I could with my brothers if they weren’t busy messing around. During recess in grade school my class would try to start a football game and I would be the first in to be picked on a team. My first time being on a “football team” was in little league my third grade year and I’ve never missed a year yet now that I am a senior in highschool and I’m hoping to continue it in college. Football made the person who I am today, it changed me in many ways and affected how I am as a person.
To say that practice was physically demanding is an understatement. We had to run around, jump over people, and carry people while we ran around and jumped over people. The fluorescent lights circled around me like a disco ball (sight), and I tasted metal as I pushed myself ...
Middle school was a amazing experience, for me anyway. I, myself have changed tremendously from the beginning of 6th grade to the end of 8th grade. Not just in appearance either, on the inside as well.
I had a good year in first grade. I became the best artist in the class. I started getting better at English. My first word was “bathroom.” I made two friends Michelle Sherman and Karen Calle. After that I started feeling better and actually liking this school. Everything felt better and worked out great!
One of my favorite memories in my sports career was in the third grade, being the first year I played tackle football instead of flag football. This transition was a huge step for me because at such a young age I have never had much contact before. On the fifth day of practice after completing the conditioning our coach yelled, “time to hit!” Being a bunch of little kids we all screamed with extreme joy as this is the first time we get to tackle each other. My face grew the biggest smile as I was up first to tackle one of teammates. Our coach explained the
6th grade, and I was saying hello, and now 8th grade has come and it’s gone from introductions to goodbyes as my last days as a middle school student wind down. 8th grade, 8th grade from the opening day to the signing of the yearbooks. This is the year of memories, goodbyes, and regrets. 8th grade and I’m still realizing that there are people in the world that would die to go to a school like this.
Throughout my life, I had always received recognition for being very agile and quick. My first day of Middle School consisted of the track and field coach attempting to persuade me to join the school’s athletics program. I had previously never been apart of an athletics team, and was willing to take advantage of the opportunity. Throughout my three years of middle school, I was the one consistent member of the school’s track and field team and had an overall successful personal record. Coaches from opposing school would praise me leaving me feeling very confident about myself.
Kindergarten was a breeze. We learned the ABCs, made friends, and finally counted to one hundred. Then we went into elementary. We saw new students join our classes throughout these long but short elementary years. Teachers could see boys and girls running away from each other screaming, "Ew, you got cooties!" Life was a breeze all the way through to middle school.
Middle school was one of toughest. It was crucial for me to read, write, and speak English. My sixth-grade teacher wrote on my process report that I needed more practice with my English. So, I was required to be enrolled in an ESL (English second language) class. I was expected to write stories, present my country and culture, and was able to read aloud once month during the school year. It was one of the most challenging thing I have face but with enough practice the reward will be fulfilling. I was determined to do good on these assignments and want to prove people wrong that I can read, write, and speak English. I remembered that I stayed every night reading and watching tv shows with English subtitles. Whenever I stumble a word that I can’t
Being homeschooled at that point, my family had made a decision to keep my siblings and I at home and finish the school year out. For the rest of sixth grade, I was stuck at my house, doing online school, in the middle of nowhere, while having all of my friends back in Granville. That was okay though because I enjoyed my new house. I enjoyed the different scenery, the sounds of roosters, and being able to peacefully sit down on your front porch and enjoy the weather outside. All of this grew old, though, and I felt like I was isolated from everyone else.
I have a lot more homework to do and study. I had to make a lot of new friends coming from a new school. First, there is a huge difference being at a school with older kids than younger kids, because the teachers treat you differently, and expect more out of you. Well, being around middle schoolers at school is different
I have been playing football ever since I was in the seventh grade and had fallen love with the game dearly. The captivating thing about football is that it can teach you many things that can apply to everyday life such as perseverance, teamwork and the most vital of
15 years have passed since I was in first grade and I remember this teacher and if I recall correctly her name was Miss. Caroline, and she used to go on and on about me learning how to read with my father. You know you would she would be pleased or at least somewhat content that a first grader reads the way I used to, but on the contrary I guess she wasn’t. To be completely honest I was thinking of this the other day and today 15 years exactly on the same day of my first grade graduation I run into her (Miss. Caroline).
I felt like the sun was literally trying to burn my eyes. The time was 5:00 when I woke up with the fear of getting to school late on the first day and the most important day of my school year. This was my first day of middle school, first day at a new district. My goal was to learn as much as I can about this huge school and its millions of people. I was going to be late to the most important and first day of my school year
Another Summer had come and passed, and it was time, again, to return to school. Honestly, I loved school, and I wished it would never end. I loved being able to learn every day, and to hang out with my friends. It was a delight coming to school everyday. It all changed on the first day of 8th grade, though.