say that eighth grade is the most boring year of school, that they’re all just waiting for high school. Before I had actually reached eighth grade, I also would’ve said the same. I used to have this idea that eighth grade would be useless, and I still think that way in certain aspects, such as the teaching portion. My teachers taught me the same lessons they taught me in seventh grade, just with more difficult questions. However, in retrospect, if what had happened to me in eighth grade hadn’t happened
adversity and almost reached the point in my life where I am content with myself. I began to play basketball by the 2nd grade and immediately took a liking to the game. I played competitively on my town’s PAL (Police Athletic League) team up until the 7th grade. Then I was old enough to play on my School’s junior high boys’ team. During this year and the following year as an eighth grader I lost the passion and drive I previously had for the game of basketball. As of the 2007-2008 school year our total
famed words in his book, Tale of Two Cities: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” Eighth grade probably feels like the best of times. Students are at the top of the social pyramid and know about everyone. With academics coming so easily, they could also be top of their class, waiting for the valedictorian announcement they were a shoe-in for. However, once those pupils start ninth grade, it may feel like the worst of times. When transitioning into a new environment, students can feel
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
In eighth grade, my English teacher was Mr. L. He was a pretty ordinary English teacher, a little quirky at best. But what a lot of people don’t know is the lunches spent with him. A lot of people don’t know about the time after the bell rang for the school day. A lot of people don’t realize how much my life changed during those times. He was a few years into his teaching career, coming to my K-12 charter school after being in the public school system for some time. My eighth grade year was his first
The assessment I have created is for my eighth grade history class. My edTPA class contains 21 students. At this point in the school year I was teaching the students about the Constitutional Convention. More specifically, for this assessment, we were learning about the major debates that took place during the Constitutional Convention. Those debates being; whether to adopt the Constitution or stay with the Articles of Confederation, whether representation should be equal for states or based on population
My fellow classmen, as we look back on our years here at school we should remember the meaningful words of a fellow class member of mine when she said, "Dude, where's my iPod?" It's hard for me to think of a better way to describe the many layers of adolescence, because deep down aren?t we all "dudes?" Do we not all have our inner "iPods", and are we not constantly searching for them? Now, we're leaving our childhood behind to study the vast sphere we call planet Earth, into the notorious world of
The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod is written by Heather Brewer is a fictional fantasy book that would keep you reading until the end of the series. The main characters Vladimir, Henry, Mr. Otis and Aunt Nelly don’t know how much mayhem they are about to get into. D’Ablo is the antagonist trying to kill Vladimir for his father’s wrong-doing. Vladimir is tall, pale and skinny. He was also bullied a lot and was very shy. Oh yeah did I also mention he is a vampire? He is also the first of his species: he
future education and how it could improve my life. In seventh grade at the time, I decided if I wanted to fulfill my dream of going to college, I would have to start focusing more on school and my grades. From that day forward, I decided I would challenge myself as much as possible in school. I decided the way I could do this was by taking advanced placement courses and other rigorous courses. In 7th grade at the time, I was taking a ninth grade level math
The seventh grade....what can I say? It has been a roller coaster, one full of notes, homework, deadlines, big assignments, deadlines, huge projects, speeches, presentations, and learning. I suppose that, looking back on it, I can honestly say that most of the year depended on how well I was able to read, write and adapt new skills. Every thing, in every class I have, in its own right, ties back to the classes that teach me the fundamentals of reading, writing, and speaking. Granted, most of these
aimlessly, hoping to place the ball in the little yellow-rimmed pug net. My love for the game never subsided, but as the years went by, the game was not as simple as scoring in those little pug goals and watching the grasshoppers hop by. Seventh grade was the leap for me from childhood into adolescence. Everything was new to me: new school, new teachers, new friends, and a new soccer team. This team was special because it was my first club team. I joined club soccer because I wanted to be like
Kyle Maynard in an extraordinary gentleman who has been defeating odds and breaking barriers since he was born. Maynard was born with a rare condition known as congenital amputation, affecting his bilateral arms and bilateral legs. But what most see as a life altering deformity, Maynard sees as a new challenge or adventure. Using the setbacks and road blocks he has come encountered, Maynard has become a famous author, athlete, and motivational speaker. Chronicling the numerous failures and triumphs
Good morning teachers, faculty, administrators, family, friends, and of course students. It is a great privilege to be standing here today and representing our class on our eighth grade Class Day. Can you believe it? Four years ago, most of us walked into this school as nervous as we were the first day of school. We were the tiny fifth graders, the youngest students in this middle school, not knowing where anything was and how to navigate the school. Now, those same four years later, we’re leaving
parents attempted to mold me into the perfect daughter, or at least what they thought that was. Their hopes were shattered when I entered the third grade and a mini rebellion phase kicked in. I stopped doing what my parents wanted; I just tried to do what made me happy. Sadly, that phase didn 't last long. My eight year old self was
I grew up in a different world from most people. One would call it a different society if one wanted to. The name of this society is the United Nation of Islam; we called it the UNOI for short. Many people might wonder if I was part of a utopia. The answer depends on how one views the world. I viewed it from a whole different perspective. It was very different from how I am living my life today. Whenever I begin to tell people about my experiences with UNOI, they automatically think I’m a Muslim
Paragraph 1: Out of the many people who teach me in life, my dad has influenced me the most. He has taught me much, has helped me when I have had trouble, and is always there for me. One of the areas in which my dad helps me is in difficult subjects such as math. The different types of equations and formulas in math sometimes confuse me. When my dad notices my confusion, he and I come up with a plan to resolve the problem before the next assessment. When I perform well on the next assessment, I realize
enough." This was an ignorant, although well-intentioned, statement addressed to my impressionable eighth grade classmates - misguided advice that discouraged half of the already small group of students from taking the Specialized High School Admissions Test. My concerned teacher's opinion cost my classmates - and almost cost me - the educational opportunity of a lifetime. In the fall semester of eighth grade, I watched my best friend succumb to self-doubt. As we researched the racial composition of the
always valued school and enlarging my intelligence; I receive a sense of pride from earning a decent grade on a paper or on a particular assignment. Alfie Kohn wrote an essay titled “From Degrading to De-grading”; in it he suggests a different view on the current education system. Even though students expect marks and even seem dependent on them, grading should spur on a love of studying not deter it. Grades tend to reduce a student’s inclination for stimulating tasks, and lessen students’ interest in
teachers spend hours checking it. Homework is sometimes a burden to teachers and students but still it is necessary. Some people doubt homework's effectiveness, but teachers and researchers agree homework is essential. Homework helps students get better grades in school. Some people don't know exactly what homework is. Homework is defined as an out of class activity assigned to students as an extension or elaboration of classroom work(KidSource). There are three types of homework teachers generally give
for the football team. All of our friends were playing football at the end of the end-zone. But Anthony and I were too busy watching the game and doing things for the team. This went on for a number of years until we were in the seventh grade. In seventh grade football really started. In Pinetop we did not have a pewee league for football. Junior high is when school sponsored football started... ... middle of paper ... .... But I never gave up because I knew I would be a better person if I