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.
My identity is wrapped up in my love of music because I have been surrounded by it since I was little. When I was a toddler, I would sit for long periods of time and watch videos of kids singing songs. As I grew older I participated in my church's children's choir and even held solos in my elementary school chorus. When I reached middle school I joined my school's middle school chorus in 7th grade as an alto and 8th grade as a soprano. The transition between 8th and 9th grade was important for me because I took up voice lesson in 8th grade and went to my first music camp the summer before 9th grade.
Being only six months old at the time of such a tragic event, I was not aware of the innocent lives being taken, heartbreaks, or prayers being said for loved one’s to live, with much sorrow in their voices, as I laid there in my cradle so unaware sleeping soundly. As years past, I began learning about 9/11 in school over the intercom for the morning announcements. Later throughout my education, my history teachers began teaching this attack as lessons. The cracking in their voices while holding back tears was heartbreaking to watch and learn as they went on with the lesson. In middle school, a classmate of mine told our class about how her dad’s friend had lost his life from the collapse.
I really enjoyed working the kids. Since they were in 7th and 8th grade, it was sometimes hard to remind them how important the work we were doing was, even if it was 9am on a Saturday morning. Nevertheless, I really enjoyed working with the program.
Andrew and I fall into the category of school being the worst. Many factors cause us to make our decision about school, and the majority of them we both agree on. Waking up early, homework, long days, and strict rules are just a few of the reasons that we have in common. Throughout the book, Andrew struggles with doing all of his homework each night, and still having a little bit of free time. I go through the same struggle almost every night.
At the age of nine, I was diagnosed with clinical depression and anxiety. At the time I was unsure of what those words meant, although I soon learned very well from my classmates. I was harassed most of every day in school for being different, and it continued into middle school. At my first sleepover, three girls thought it would be funny to draw tears on my face and cuts on my arms with permanent marker while I was sleeping. I discovered later that day they had also taken pictures of me and posted them to Facebook.
The reason was I suffered school-bulling and teasing in the first month. At that time, my English was very poor, so I can barely write a few short paragraphs and read some short article. Also, I was shy, and very scared to talk to people. That was the first month in my high school, in a Language and Arts class. Our English teacher Mr. Peterson let us read an eight pages article and wrote three paragraphs journal about our opinions.
I realized I wasn’t a good student my behavior inside the classroom was horrible but I could recognize I had a really good connection with my teachers even though I was super noisy in class and always laughing basically I was like a clown, until today I still talk to them as my second parents. Memorable moments in my life that I consider the scariest days and at the same time moments to celebrate was my last year in High School. De La Salle Panama is known for a lot of people as a really hard school to graduate and the hardest year is grade 12 (2014: my last year in High School). Remember moments when I was studying and I took me the whole night to study for my several
in the book it says "unlike the little sweetgum school, where we were safely contained in one room all day, the new school had a chaotic thing in placed called the rotation system (karassiens 105)". she was use to on staying in one place but now her new school got her going to different class each time the classes are over. she doesn’t like the "harsh bells rang" and how the hallway is always crowded. she also went to the wrong classroom several times. "A big boy said, "Here come the pigmy."
During the four years that you are in high school, almost everyone will come in contact with extremely joyful and great experiences as well as a few confusing and lousy ones. I, of course, encountered both. One experience in particular that has had a lasting effect on me is my participation as both a competitive cheerleader and sideline football cheerleader during the first three years of high school. To give some backstory, I was a competitive gymnast for seven years. Once I got to high school, I discovered we did not have a gymnastics team, but my high school did have a competitive cheer team where I could tumble and compete (two things which I love) at the same time.
West as well. He says that his family is together more because of school. His wife teaches music, musical theatre, and is the head volleyball coach. Both of his kids are in the elementary school at Southcrest as well. However, he is busier during the school year and has “to carve out time for family.”
MY SLEEP TIME IS ALWAYS AT LEAST EIGHT HOURS AND THIS DEFINITLY MAKES ME MORE ALERT DURING MY WAKE TIME. IN HIGH SCHOOL, I WOULD RARELY SLEEP AND HENCE I WAS NEVER FULLY ATTENTIVE IN CLASS, BUT NOW THAT I AM ABLE TO SLEEP DURING THE DAY TO MAKE UP FOR THE TIME I WAS AWAKE AT NIGHT, I WAKE UP WITH ENERGY AND CAN FOCUS FULLY ON SCHOOL WORK FOR MANY HOURS. SO, OVERALL MY SLEEP AND WAKE TIME ARE HEALTHY BECAUSE I can FOCUS AND CONCENTRATE PROPERLY WHEN I AM AWAKE. I ALSO HAVE EBERGY THAT I NEVER SEEMED TO HAVE WHEN I WAS IN HIGH SCHIOOL.
If they delayed it an hour, then I could function and be excited for school. So many times I have gotten sick because I got up so early and it was cold so I got sick because I didn 't get enough sleep. This isn 't just me who suffer from this, every kid does.
I was not tracked in grade school, but I definitely was tracked in high school. I went to a private school for most of my grade school years, and all of my class was at the same academic level. However when I transferred to public school in 7th grade I was put in honors classes. I look at being tracked in a positive way. All my classes are challenging me, teaching me moral education, and my classmates are at my skill level and want to learn.
I became angry and hostile very quickly. My sleep deprivation also affected the mesosystem and exosystem in relation to the microsystem. My parents were forced to deal with the resulting aggression and ill temperament that occupancies sleep deprivation. The microsystem also strongly correlates to the continuous information processing theory. A child in the adolescent age bracket is strongly egocentric.