The Outsiders Sequel When I turned in my essay, my English teacher looked at my work in surprise. He flipped through my 7 pages of writing, and then set it on his desk. He said I could leave for the day, and that he would grade it as soon as he could. It was almost four o’clock, and Darry would kill me if I didn’t come home by four thirty. He didn’t want anything to happen to me again.
All throughout middle school when we were assigned to read a novel I would dread it. My perspective of reading for enjoyment soon changed when I was in eighth grade. Mrs. Benavides, my eighth grade language arts teacher, assigned our class to read The Outsiders, and I coursed I was complained in my head, I don’t want to read (actually pretend to read and then use Sparknotes) another lame book. The first day we got the book we were all told to read chapters 1 through 3, and this time all of the kids in my class complained and I wasn’t the only one. So, there I was at home in front of my computer typing in “the outsiders by S.E Hinton”, into Google, and the top search that popped up was a link to the movie on Youtube.
All they see on paper are lines moving. In the beginning she has no friend coming into 6th grade and every time the teacher (Mrs.Silver) gives them an assignment to do that involves reading or writing she won 't do it. The teacher doesn 't know that she has dyslexia so she just thinks that Ally is really stupid. Then she got a new teacher Mr.Daniels and he found out that she has dyslexia and is helping her to learn how to
Not to mention it was the middle of December and my schools heater was broken. My anxiousness for school to be over also probably had something to do with the fact that English is my least favorite subject. I didn’t really dislike English but I was never really good at it. For some reason, where to put a comma just doesn’t stick with me. I knew from the time I walked in the classroom that my teacher was about to give us this lame writing assignment that I had no interest in doing.
I had just arrived at my house from an arduous and tiresome day of school. The amount of homework I received accumulated rapidly and piled up throughout the endless day. However, the numerous hours of tedious homework were not what I was concerned about that day. Instead, I dreaded what I had to do besides my homework: Volunteering for my Confirmation class. I cringed every Wednesday that I attended my Confirmation class.
she had to be very strong girl to go through that every day. Karassiens wasn’t ready for Arithmetic class because she says "My brain went limp when the teacher called on me to answer a question. even when i knew the answer. I couldn’t find my voice for fear i would be wrong (karassiens 106)". At her old school they learn at a slow pace so she was behind on that subject.
The Journal For Conquering Middle School The time had come for me to become a 6th grader. It would definitely be a difficult transition for me going to a brand new place with hulking monsters known to everyone as the eighth graders. Going to middle school would mean that I would have to meet new people from other elementary schools and that I could possibly lose my old friends. I really wanted to stay behind in elementary school where everything seemed so predictable and friendly. I also wanted to stay behind in elementary school because I never wanted to start studying for tests and quizzes.
Laying in bed hopeless with tens of doctors staring at me. My weak tiny body and red puffy eyes staring in shock looking for my parents, my gaze was left wandering around the room. You see it all started at a school playground what I thought would be a normal day, but little do I know this day changed my whole life. It all started when I was in the fifth grade at my art class drawing a horrible looking garden but in my eyes, Picasso had nothing on me. The bell rang and as soon as I got out my stomach suddenly flipped on me and I started to throw up in the trash, thank god nobody saw me other than my art teacher Miss Noof I mean I wouldn’t like to be called “Puke Girl” for the rest of my elementary years.
What are you doing here? You are wasting your time.” When I heard this, I became very indignant, but I remained still. When I arrived home later that day, I realized I couldn’t let her degrade me like that. Yes, my English is imperfect, but she shouldn’t have treated me in such an inhumane manner. I was determined to surpass her in every academic endeavor we took part in at school.
My first year in public high school was horrific. I was not accustomed to the public education system. l felt like a plebe that the first month of my ninth grade. My math teacher, Ms. Misbah was our sergeant, commanding us to do our work. We had rules to obey in our classroom: Never talk while the teacher is talking, do your classwork and homework.
I 'm sitting at my kitchen table with my twin and Mom. It’s a school night and it feels like there is about a hundred papers in front of me but I go through all of them. What I found out that night was something my imagination couldn’t even come up with. The six of them lived in one tiny run down hotel room. I can hear the drip of the water faucet where someone likely didn’t turn it off all the way.
I was obtaining C’s for my poorly written essay’s (which was a blow to my ego) in my English class. I was unable to fully comprehend the math material being presented online. I had no fight left in me. The state of exhaustion I was feeling had me circling the drain. At this point, I knew I had to let something go, I knew I had to drop Math 14.
While the teacher was walking around the room to check for completion of the homework, Eve started scribbling words across her paper. According to her paper, the cause of the Civil War was a single displacement reaction. Eve did not care that her answer was completely incorrect because the teacher gave her full credit for having any answer on the page. Numerous students like Eve are in the school system. Students like Eve are not receiving the proper education they are required to have to graduate, but they found a loophole in order to receive their diploma without learning anything: participation points.
Anyways while she was at breakfast we hung her clothes and made her bed. At breakfast she ate bacon, eggs, grits, and toast, with a cup of coffee. We sat in chatted with her for a minute. Then the nurse came in they 're asking us where was our instructor and she needed to see you immediately. Next we took her back to the room, she refused to take a shower however Sarah sweet talk her into it eventually.
I was sitting at my desk with a pencil in my hand and ready for anything this pop quiz has to throw my way. As my teacher Mrs.Brown began to pass the pop quiz papers around I couldn 't help but be electrified because I knew I would pass this pop quiz. I open the book to the first page I felt a rush of nervousness take over my body. I was baffled by the questions presented in the book. I thought to myself "this is not what I studied last night".