Hundred Years' War

2. I would, first, ask my teacher to be patient with me. I would also suggest that my teacher put effort into getting to know his/her students; be aware of disabilities and learning challenges. In a "normal" classroom, it may not be possible to always give special attention , however, individual help greatly helps work through learning challenges. I would ask that my teacher help me discover ways to deal with the frustration that comes with these challenges. The frustration is often a huge…

I remember my kindergarten days, when most of class time consisted of learning phonics in class. I recall doing this as the whole class repeating the sounds of letters in unison. We would all go “st, st, st” as we learned how different sounds came together. The alphabet also started becoming relevant in kindergarten. A fair amount of time was spent tracing letters of the alphabet and remembering how to scribe each one. We would also do rainbow writing, where we traced the letters in all kinds of…

showed me that I can prove everyone wrong and no one person or persons opinion can or should define me and my future no matter the pain it caused. The early years were rough with minor name calling, but the real heavy hitters came at about 4th grade and just escalated until the end of 6th grade. But by the summer going into my 7th grade year I realized that I am a better person than all the people who were low enough to bully and I began to transition to tuning them out and I eventually realized…

up I always played the three main sports depending on who you are basketball,baseball, and when I got in 8th grade football. I would say sports really became my life when I was about 8 or 9 years old it always seemed like a security blanket when I was bored and the fact my parents had me signed up every year. To a point my love for sports go too serious to the point it started affecting me academically. In 6th grade my least favorite subject had to be math. Mainly, because I was never really…

Argentina Over the years Argentina has increased its imports bringing in a greater amount of goods. The main import of Argentina is cars; which is 9.8% of the total imported goods. Followed by cars, Petroleum gas which is 6.86% of the total imported amount of goods. Argentina is so big on imports that they rank 44th in the world on the largest amount of imports. Within five years the amount spent on imports went from $55B in 2008 to $72.1B in 2013. Exports on the other hand have stayed about in…

and having end of the year parties. Then I was in 7th grade, I could not wait until the school dances came and you could dress up and go hang out with all of your friends. My 7th grade year nothing really happened that was to exciting beside, me trying my hardest not to get my very first C on my report card because, I knew that if I got a C on my report card I was going to be in so much trouble when I got home, that is something that my parents did not like. My 8th grade year I turned 13, it was…

My childhood was quite ordinary as well as atypical. My childhood could be defined by the two words, ‘carefree’ and ‘dance’. I had started dancing at the age of 4, and took dance very seriously, taking as many as three classes per week, and participating in various competitions. While my classmates were busy taking classes outside of school going to math, English, and science tutors, I spent majority of my outside-school time dancing and preparing for upcoming competitions. At school, my…

I grew up in the “ghetto” town of Pacoima, California. Labeled as one of the most dangerous cities for it’s heavy gang activity and drug use. Despite it seeming like a difficult town to grow up in, I survived the best I could. I lived in a noisy, one room apartment. My parents were always loudly arguing over their differences. When they were both home, I learned to go study and do my homework at the library that was conveniently located across from the apartments. I always loved school, and I…

know us. As years passed we all became very close, I never got bored because on the weekends it was all 8 in one big house. My father took us out every weekend. We went to movies,…

Bullying 101; an untold story It’s the end of our 6th grade year, we can’t wait to be in 7th grade and at the junior high! Meeting friends at our lockers in between class, getting out earlier, and even being treated like we are more mature, it was all going to be so great; or so I thought. It was around the middle of my 7th grade year that I found out how much bullying can break you down. As things started out it was just small talk, calling me a whore, or ugly but I could simply ignore this.…