Questions were answered on a volunteer basis and I was able to sit back, confident that the same students would do the talking” (434). This gives the reader something to go off of as far as what type of classroom setting the story takes place
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.
Throughout my past four years at Weddington High School, I am inspired by the impact my teachers have given me. I believe education is the greatest gift you can give to a person who is striving to make a difference. This is something that I have been interested in for several years. I am currently a teacher assistant for Mrs. Donna Nunn’s Microsoft Word and PowerPoint class that allows me to see how lesson plans are carried out in a classroom environment and I know that this experience has given me a stronger desire to become a teacher. During my freshman year of high school, Ms. Marisa DiFronzo made literature become a very engaging subject for me, not only by her way of teaching but also her ability to bring the class together as one.
There it was, standing in the distance, a tall gloomy gray-colored building. With a few splashes of blue paint added to the dull cement to add color to what would otherwise be a lifeless building. This building was non-other than the one and only Stoller Middle School. I never referred to it as a middle school but more as a prison, it was full of rules that were put in place just to suck away any possible fun from a child’s mind. Maybe I didn’t like the place because I was suspended five times from it.
There will always be different views and opinions when it comes to government politics. One interesting view is whether or not our nation is led by an Elite or Popular Democracy. A democracy is a form of government that is run by elected officials that are voted into public office by the people for representation. There are different perspectives on how a democratic system should work.
Friday night, around 12:00 am, Mason Stokes and Brian Kasaba were around a wooded, shallow grave area off Clemson road, when they saw the skeletal remains of a body, that was revealed by heavy rain, and eroded soil. Spring Valley Brian Kasaba said, “Mason and I were hungry, but my mom wouldn’t let us use the car, so we decided the walk to the store, and get some snacks. We took the back way to avoid crossing so many roads, and out of nowhere Mason screamed so loud. At first I thought he was messing with me because the area was suspicious, but I looked down and saw a bunch skeleton bones, and we both lost it.’’ With all the rain and flooding went on about five days ago, not many people have been on the roads.
All my 8th grade classmates and I sit on the cafeteria floor at Daniel Wright Middle School, giggling and staring at the gigantic screen. A slideshow plays. Often mortifying pictures of our younger selves appear with our names. I recollect all the vivid memories from middle school and earlier, like when my 5th grade teacher accidentally threw a snowball at one of my classmates. My friends and I sit together, hollering when we see each other on the screen.
Lincoln Middle School is an interesting and fun place to be. It’s set up like a figure eight so it is easy to get around. All the teachers are friendly and have quirks that I always enjoy. Some teachers are better than others but all of them are good. I love Lincoln, it is easily my favorite school because you get lots of exercise going through the hallways during passing time.
Sliding the shifter into the park position lets me know another day at Cave City High School has begun. It is September, so we are in that season of the year when it is a big furry coat from grandma last year in the morning and then flip flops and shorts in the afternoon. Stepping out of my car, I feel the cool air nip at my ears and nose, certainly turning them that slightly embarrassing shade of rosy pink. The sun is peaking over the football stadium behind me, turning everything a bright golden hue. Shadows begin to slowly creep away as the sun moves further up into the fluffy cloud streaked blue beyond.
I have already been volunteering at St. Vincent’s Elementary School here in town and have met teachers that have quickly becomes fountains of useful pedagogical tips. As Thunder Bay is where
Imagine that you have been trying something hard for so long and then finally just quit. I have always had ok grades here at Lowell Middle School. this year I started to go in the lower range of grades like D’s to C’s. But other years at lowell schools were not even close to years like this.
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.
Laconia Middle School was the local school for those that lived in Laconia. Knowing most of my classmates and having many friends I felt as though I was at a very good place in life. Attending school everyday was fun for me. I got to be in classes with my best friends, had some of my favorite teachers, worked out a wonderful schedule and played the sports I loved, but if anything middle school was especially important to me was when I began to pick up a fascination for history and also began to realize how the Bosnian War had affected me as a person. Seventh grade was the year I was asked to write an essay about my biggest fear.
You drive into the parking lot, a wide field to your right, and you lay your eyes on the forest green roof. Students and potential are flowing through the doors like water through a floodgate. Coffee cups in hand, the drowsy students begin to perk up as they make eye contact with their peers. This is the Seneca High School Community. You finish paying for your ticket and walk into the bleachers for a Friday night football game.
The teachers made learning fun, which impacted how students participated in classes. According to M2 Communications, “When planning learning activities, both parents and teachers should strive to make the process meaningful through interesting and enjoyable activities, making it seem like play. The intent is to encourage their interest in seeking new experiences in learning, allowing them to experiment” (M2 Communications, 2022). Striving to make learning fun and engaging is precisely what I found my teachers doing. Sixth grade was my first time going to a public school, and I was excited because I had so many peers, which made me look forward to making more friends.
