Ninth grade

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,…

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…

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…

That summer between 8th grade and high school was one of the best summers I had ever experienced. It was as if all of the stress haunting me from my 8th grade year had just vanished at the shake of a hand. I spent each day going to the beach with friends, sailing, kayaking and taking time to plan my classes for the start of the school year. The fun just didn’t seem to stop. When it came time to start 10th grade, I was ready. I packed all of my school stuff the night…

travel ball. It was very tiring so when 7th grade came around and I had the chance to try out for volleyball I took it. Turned out I loved it and I wasn’t too bad at it. I have never been too good at trying new things, so when tryouts came around I was a nervous wreck. I had never played volleyball before and didn’t really know much about it, but I made the team and ended up becoming co captain. I learned the game, and all the rules. By the time my 8th grade year came around I had become one…

I would have tried to formulate a different perspective on how I viewed topics and would have became more serious about my educational future. When I was in middle school, I lacked determination and self-discipline. During my 9th grade year, I began to comprehend the idea of critical thinking and the traits I needed to be successful later on in life. Also , I realized that I needed to change and develop better habits, and that if I would have possessed my current mindset at a younger…

where I don’t know anyone, I like to observe first and figure out which people are good and which could be trouble. I also observe to see what their interests may be. If our interests match, it is really easy from there to make a friendship. Third grade was an important change because I transferred to a magnet elementary school which took in smarter people. I did well socially there and made a few friendships that still exist today. I struggled academically with some reading and writing skills…

and Julius Caesar. He has written a total of 154 sonnets and has a total of 36 plays. But is William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet relevant in the ninth grade curriculum? Students in the ninth grade are learning about poetry and different styles of it. William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet is definitely relevant and important for the ninth grade curriculum because it shows that hatred can cause destruction. It proves that no one can win when hatred dominates over everything. The rivalry…

Seventh grade I simultaneously tapped my leg on the floor and my pencil to my desk. I looked around the room and examined all of my classmates. No one seemed as nervous as me. My teacher slid my test towards me and I felt my stomach drop as soon as I read the first couple of questions. I had no idea what any of the information was and I knew there was absolutely no way I was passing the test. What’s ridiculous is that even though I didn’t study, I felt bad for myself. “Are you okay?” my…

fifteen-year-old African American girl in tenth grade. She surprised both Mahiri and Sablo when she had admitted to carrying her writing around with her wherever she went. She consistently carried notebooks full of poems, lyrics, songs, and even an entire play. Keisha explained that her friends and people she had simply just spoken to a few times, became an inspiration for her writing. Troy, on the other hand, was a seventeen-year-old African American boy in the eleventh grade. He had been…