Fifth grade

I chose this song, because it says he fell down in a hole, but someone was there to pick him up. This was my year. I had some ups and downs through my 8th grade year, but there were three ways that helped me go through the downs and all the way through the ups. Swimming, friends and family all helped me up through hard times in my 8th grade life. My friends helped make my life better. They help me smile. I was having a rough day, but my friends helped me look up and smile. “And I needed a…

The Democracy of France France has had a tumultuous political history. From the reigns of absolute monarchs, that led to French Revolution to the empire of Napoleon Bonaparte. Today, France is a democratic parliamentary republic called the Fifth Republic. France generally is a well-to do country, but it is currently having issues. Economic concerns, like lack of growth and unemployment, have shook the country. Other issues, like terrorism, have left citizens afraid and unprotected by their…

The Note It was late September of my 8th grade year. We sat on the edge of our seats in Ms.Hansen’s class, watching every tick of the clock pass by. We anxiously awaited the clock to strike 2:00 that Wednesday afternoon. Unanimous silence fell upon everyone as the minutes ticked closer. Silent prayers and worries for him consumed our minds. We couldn’t believe Jacob was going in for surgery any moment. Just days before his four-wheeler accident Jacob and I were passing notes in class, laughing,…

were interesting. This was not a good habit of mine from the beginning, but it was how I enjoyed reading. In particular, I remember Dr. Seuss and Junie B. Jones becoming my favorites. I’ll never forget the day I had to read out loud in class in 1st grade and I couldn’t pronounce a word and was laughed at. This set back my confidence in reading and speaking in front of the class. I was so embarrassed I went home that day and cried. I didn’t understand that everyone at our age was struggling to…

When I was in the first grade my father insisted on reviewing my homework with me every night. Now, in the first grade there wasn’t much to do, but he expected me to do well. I can remember rewriting my assignments repeatedly. My father not only demanded that my work be completed, but that it was written in the most legible handwriting he thought I was capable of. To some this may seem harsh, I was only in the first grade for god’s sake, but it was purposeful. It was expressing to me that my…

Ninth grade was probably the hardest year of school I 've ever had. The work was one thing but I made it even more hard on myself than it should have been. I made some horrible choices that year and have learned from that experience luckily. I don 't exactly regret my choices at all actually, because if they never happened then I wouldn 't be the person I am right now, but I still look back on them wondering what I was even thinking. My reputation is basically ruined and I 'm still currently…

teachers frequently characterized me as confident, diligent, optimistic, and friendly, but has below-average math skills and often recommended that I get a math tutor. While my friends were learning middle school math with tutors by the time we were in grade 4, I struggled to catch up with school math. During the summer, my family went to Victoria, Canada, where I would attend summer school. Only knowing the most basic English greetings and the word “microwave,” for I had to use the microwave…

I had people tell me that they would be really happy if they had my grades. Others said that I shouldn 't go too hard on myself, including my dad and my grandparents. Somehow, I know that deep inside if my grades even go down a bit I know they would be disappointed and it would hurt witnessing that. When I was growing up, back when I was in the Philippines, my father would always tell me…

work. Soon I entered middle school and I continued to put in all of my efforts into school in hopes of receiving that praise. The most I would get was a nod, an “ok”, and a monotonous “good for you”. Eventually I gave up stressing over school in 7th grade. I believed there was no point if there was no one there to acknowledge my efforts. In addition, I had been overhearing my aunt talk about my immigration status. She would tell my mom that all of my hard work put into school wouldn’t matter…

definitely did not, but this is how it all started. On August 11th, 2011, I became best friends with a special person. His name was William. He had been there before for me whenever my silly young age relationship ended. Then, Unexpectedly in sixth grade I started riding his bus. We would talk and talk, and sometimes I didn’t even realize that we had stopped at the middle school to drop off the younger kids. Our conversations would go from our day before to our plans for the weekend.…