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. Grant was the best of friend anyone could have. He loved sports and sitting next to me on the bus. We got on the bus and on the way to school. Upstairs in the 3rd, 4th, and 5th classrooms in room 215, I felt really cold on the outside and inside. Everyone in the class watched me come into the room …show more content…
I got up and made it to the front of the line. I looked at the specials board and it was gym then music. I really wanted to go to specials today. Specials are like our exploratories in 6th grade except we rotate them every day. Although, the teacher has been yelling at us, gym was okay. Mr. Graves was the best. To bad he left in March. A half-an-hour later, we line up to go back to our classroom. We played Capture the Jacks which is one of the best games in gym, and it was so fun. It is almost the end of the day in which we end with my second favorite lesson. Math with Mr. Berger. Again although my class has been yelled at alot, math was really fun. We learned about tessellation which is formed by repeating one or more shapes so they fit together without leaving any gaps or overlapping. We drew those and it was so fun. After we stopped drawing, we acquired our items and got up to line up to go to our original classrooms. It's a shame. I had so much fun drawing instead of learning math. But, the day must end. And I liked it! We headed back to our classrooms to get our backpacks to get packed up for the end of the
It was the afternoon, and my class was sitting down while my teacher, Mrs. Curtin, was speaking to the class. I was in fifth grade at the time, and my school was named Kaneland John Shields. My teacher told my class we were going to a pep rally assembly in a few minutes. Mrs. Curtin commented that we should pack our backpacks, the assembly was supposed to last through the rest of the day. Grade by grade, everyone was called to go to the gym.
"Ohh, I am just so excited! " I spoke to Olivia and Sarah. As my class stepped onto the bus we found our friends and sat down. We waited for the other class and then off we went!
At the end of 5th grader we went to a tour at Incline Middle School. We were elated that we will be going to this school! We will be the new 6th graders. I felt so excited. We finally got there.
So one day while we were in our tents, I went up to Stanley and asked him if he could teach me to read and write, he refused many times but I was adamant, I was literally begging on my knees and after seeing how desperate I was he agreed. So now we had made a deal. I would dig his hole one hour a day and he would teach me English for 1 hour a day, through this Stanley and I formed a very close bond we became friends. While at camp green lake I also discover this delicious thing called Sploosh it tastes like peaches can you believe
I was supposed to come to school 40 minutes early every other day for practice. So over the weekend I got the required things, the beginning band book, a stand, cleaning supplies, and a plastic sleeve binder. We went to a store called Shake It Up Music to get all of this. I also started to practice and learn some notes, so I can get a little bit of an early start. Monday came a little too fast as I was pretty worried about band, but I knew it was going to be an interesting experience.
It was something not many teachers did at that time so it was always a treat. Even going back today seeing the carpet
First Week as a Freshman Baseball Player The summer was almost over went I realized that in a couple of weeks I will be in my new school that is not anymore a school, now we are talking about a college. When the times came I was on an airplane, on my way to Texas. My feelings were really emotional because I was living my hometown, the city that I grow up and never left for too long, on other hand, I was really excited because I was doing what it was right for me. I had a scholarship to play baseball and study for free.
All of us became closer and were lucky enough to have joined with another amazing family. I started a new school that changed me for the better. This move had a huge impact on my life and without it I
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.
Woohoo! I’m going to Minnesota for the first time! I can’t believe I got good enough grades to go. Despite it being 5 in the morning on a summer day, I’m so excited nonetheless! Kinda wish they had planned to meet up at the college at a later time
and I was there for a few minutes until I decided to go and look around for some friends and to see if I recognize some of my old friends from the other elementary school that I went to. Middle School my sixth
I enjoyed those classes because they have one answer: the correct one. When solving a problem I like to lie out my work before and get my thoughts organized instead of jumping right into. When I was little, I would organize my room; I always found it enjoyable. I would rearrange my stuffed animals so
Spirit Week was a fun and interesting week. We still had classwork, but we also did some fun things. Also, we didn’t have to wear school uniform. In addition, we didn’t have any school Friday. I hope you enjoy reading about my Spirit Week.
My dad was picking my brother and I up from school. We noticed how sad he looked; he was on the edge of tears. When we asked what was wrong he broke down. He told us our grandfather, his father, passed away. I’ll always remember that moment.
Until then, we keep telling each other not to lose heart. I get along pretty well with all my teachers. There are nine of them, seven men and two women. Mr. Keesing, the old fogey who teaches math, was mad at me for the longest time because I talked so much. After several warnings, he assigned me extra homework.