Ding, Ding, Ding! It’s the start of 5th period. I am in Mr. Lippert’s 6th grade science class. Today, there is a test on the unit I hate so much. Something about magma that comes out of the water or something like that. I was very nervous mostly because I forgot to study also. I break a sweat and I finally start the test. Once everyone else was done, we started to grade our tests. I then realized that I got a horrid grade. I only got like 60% or something like that. I was stressing so badly. My grade would probably go down to a low B or C. I went home and studied a lot. The next day, I went to Mr. Lippert’s classroom and retook the test. He told me it was “Excellent” and I got 100%. In the end, everyone was happy, well mostly just me.
Change is inevitable. It’s a potency no man can stand against, you can only adapt to the change, or else you’ll drown in a tidal wave of the unknown. People get complacent in situations, then the rug is pulled from underneath your feet, and you are now lying on the cold, hard ground. The most exuberant change that happened to me was during middle school, and I was completely blindsided, totally unprepared for what lay ahead of me. Seventh grade was phenomenal.
One of the classes I was most excited for this school year was AP Physics. I had not taken a physics class since my freshman year, and I was extremely excited to begin doing physics at a higher level knowing that I had completed calculus. On the first day of class my excitement was proven warranted. Started the class, with an exciting competition to see what we had retained from our previous physics classes. The challenge was to roll a small metal ball off of a table and through a hole that is exactly the same size as the ball, but you only had one try.
and my classmates and I had some study groups in the library so it wasn’t that bad. I have another midterm for my other history class (WWI) on Thursday.
When you ask your teacher for the work , they say it was up to you to get the work and you are too late for it. Your teacher then says to be prepared for the big test tomorrow. That’s when all your hope is lost. You get ready to go home and tell your parents to expect your grade to plummet because of the test. When you get home
When I got home I starting thinking about what happened, how I could have messed up something that I found so easy and had done over 50 times before the test. Then I realized that in the beginning I was too confident, and as the time came closer and closer, I just wanted the test to be over. I grew anxious and started rushing myself.
I had a test coming up on The American Revolution, I studied three hours to earn my first 100% on a college test. halfway through the year, we were assigned a research paper in the class. I chose the unit I had the most difficulty with because I wanted to have a greater
I 'm not feeling too good about this test." The upcoming math test that the other student was talking about was actually terrifying me. I felt as if I was going to do terribly. See, math has never, ever been my best subject.
My grade in this class last semester was a C and it wasn’t sufficient. If I had done my work correctly, on time, and complete I know I could’ve got a better grade. Doing a sport is what made my semester difficult, I didn’t use my time wisely and have a schedule set for school and playing a sport. I could’ve stayed after school or stayed in from lunch to help me catch up on my work, but instead I decided to go out to lunch and spend time with my friends.
Gradewise things went pretty well and I ended up with a high cumulative
Today, we are here with one purpose. We are here because sixth graders are graduating onto a new stage of their life. Everyone once started as a baby, newly born. Like newly planted saplings in an orchard, they are tended and cared by their caretakers which could be our parents and teachers. Parents and teachers help us step by step and stay by our side when we need them.
I was very nervous about receiving a failing grade. Personally Mr. Dix had believed in me, and included me in all the classroom activates. Yes, being back in college is really rigorous, but I did not give up. As another degree would look nice on a resume if it is needed.
first time in middle school Has this ever happen to you.in the first day of middle school? Well for my yes. It start off like any normal first day of school.
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The Life of a Middle Schooler I currently moved from 5th grade to the 6th. It was scary, but now it is fun. I am pretty sure I haven 't been late to a class, so I haven 't been put in detention and all. Let me tell you it does get a lot easier as you start to learn your classes.
It was finally the first day of 5th grade at Kaneland John Shields and I was not excited about it. My teacher was Mrs. North and everybody that I knew from 5th grade the year before complained that she is awful, mean, disgraceful, monsterious, rude, and a big jerk. Sure enough my friends were all right. That is when the misery started. "Goodmorning class," moaned Mrs North with a sophisticated look on her face.