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Transitions to middle to high school
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When I was attending Kaneland John Shields Elementary School in Sugar Grove, everday was just the same. First we started out with Silent reading our books, and then moved onto reading with our guided reading books. Next, we would move onto writing, where some days we free wrote and others we had an assignment. After Writing we had specials, which consisted of, art, P.E, computer,and music. Then we had lunch, math,and lastly social studies and science.
For most of my life lived in Wisconsin. I graduated from Mahone middle school and had mostly A's and B's from my class. Most of my classes were not honors and it never appeared to me that I would go far in life. So when I enter Glen and Fike High school, everything changed dramatically in my academic.
In the middle of the winter of the 5th grade school year at the Kaneland Mcdole Elementary School, I decided to cover for my best friend so he wouldn't get in trouble from my teacher. It was very cold while I waited at the bus stop every morning trying to amuse myself by sliding down the icy driveways. Ethan S., Sergio, and Grant were my best friends in 5th grade. Sergio was Mexican and a little shorter than me. He also sat next to me in desks of 5 or 4.
As the days progress, there are always new adventures waiting each day. I constantly learn new skills, meet wonderful educators, volunteers, and most importantly, assist children who have the potential and enthusiasm to achieve different goals. My day started on a rainy, Monday morning, no different than any other Monday, so I thought. I traveled to Johns Island on this day; Angel Oak Elementary School happened to be my morning destination. When I arrived, I did not expect any additional duties, other than observing tutors and students throughout sessions.
In the middle of the winter of the 5th grade school year at the Kaneland Mcdole Elementary School, I made a decision to protect my best friend so he wouldn't get in trouble from my teacher. It was very cold while I waited at the bus stop every morning trying to amuse myself by sliding down the icy driveways. Ethan S., Sergio, and Grant were my best friends in 5th grade. Sergio was Mexican and a little shorter than me. He also sat next to me in desks of 5 or 4.
February sixth was the day of my last middle school game. We were playing our rivals , Ledford middle school. The first time we played them we only lost by two points. The first five starters for Ledford and our first five including myself were all standing at half court for tip off. The ref. threw the ball up and Gillian tipped it back to me.
When it comes to sports my family has many ties to Middletown High School South. In the Going as far back as the 1980’s when my Dad attended the same high school. He was a standout wrestler for the team and was given multiple scholarships to wrestle in college. My family name is everywhere within the trophy rooms and walls of Middletown South. I am the youngest of three children with two older sisters coming through high school before me.
There was a time in my life where it was a bad time, but, it was also a good time. I was trying to play games at my old school, Roosevelt Junior High School. I got caught, and what came with it, is troubling . When I got Home my Mom and Dad greeted me with a bunch of things, saying I shouldn’t be doing that, and this and that, but, what also came with it is, my grades dropped, it was horrible, I just couldn’t keep up with all my homework.
When I was in the third grade at Saint Roberts I was struggling a lot with math, it didn’t make sense to me and I soon fell behind the rest of my peers. I still remember the board they had in my classroom, there was an ice-cream cone for every student in the class, when you passed your multiplication table test you received a ‘scoop’ on your ice-cream cone and got to advance to the next test. When you had finally reached it to 12 you received a root beer float for your hard work. I never got passed 4. During this time my older sister Lauren who is now in College was looking at high schools in the city, so my mother decided that me and my brother should switch schools as well to make it easier for her and my dad who are now divorced.
The school work was a huge difference from elementary school. Teachers expected more of you and that seemed to be the biggest change. The homework load grew significantly between the two stages and this seemed to be where the ability to push through hard times was tested. My hard work ethic in school was forged through this tough load. The morals of growing up as my own human being were also tested.
Before going to Immaculata, I went to Hillsborough High School. Despite the acclaim the school gets, such as recently being ranked the fourteenth best school in the state of New Jersey, I was extremely miserable for the entirety of the time I went to the school. I had nobody I could talk with within the school, as every student avoided me, and the guidance counselors were more concerned with burying complaints to continue advertising a positive environment. Not even my teachers cared about me, as I would often be ignored when asking questions and I was even skipped over when groups were assigned multiple times. By the end of Sophomore year, I was extremely depressed, and would have no energy to do anything after doing my homework.
Math is a critical component of science, technology and all aspects of the universe. I have been challenging myself with higher level math because of my interest. After seeing my advanced skills, in the sixth grade, my math teacher moved me up to an algebra course, three grades above normal grade level. I aspire to continue to take advanced math courses in TJ so that I can understand science and technology better.
When I first came to Georgetown Day School as a recently accepted applicant, I chose to visit the school's chess club. As a chess enthusiast, I expected a group of like-minded individuals peacefully playing chess or attentively watching a friend play. However, instead I witnessed frantic moving, nonsensical yelling, and the constant beeping of chess clocks. Confused but nonetheless intrigued, I tried to join in, and a member explained that they were playing bughouse, a little-known, fast-paced variant of chess played between teams of two.
Fourth through sixth grade, I really didn’t pay attention during math, specifically sixth grade. It started around the time we were learning multiplication. I never could remember the simple multiplication facts. I never asked questions, I didn’t do much but doodle on my page. Either I did badly on the test or just barely got by.
When I was in kindergarten, I wrote an essay about tornadoes and entered it for a contest. This essay won the best essay for our grade, then our county, and then north Georgia. When I was in the 5th grade, I was awarded the Gifted Elementary Student of the Year for the state of Georgia. I was enrolled in SEARCH in kindergarten, and I was always an excellent student, for I enjoy a challenge when it comes to academics. When looking at middle schools, I chose what I considered to be the most academically rigorous middle school in the county, the Da Vinci Academy.
