To me Seventh grade was the real beginning of middle school for one thing there was a new school with a different setup and new lockers for in sixth grade even though we switched classes we still kept our books and coats and lunches in our homerooms back then. We were treated differently more grown up. There was new equipment to use and learn. This was the beginning of what was known as open classrooms. There were two huge rooms that could be eight regular size classrooms (four classrooms in each large pod. Seventh grade was also when it seemed hormones seemed to flourish both physically and mentally and emotionally and even socially and some kind of felt left behind.
Sensitive times for
even the
variety of
events (life) taken place
notwithstanding the
teachers that
helped all who needed anything
granting
requests
and showing
dependability and
excitement for and in learning.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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Sixth Grade
My sixth grade year was actually the start of my middle school/junior high years. This was the first year that I changed classes with each a separate teacher both male and female. I went from a 'grammar school' where my fifth grade stayed in one room to a building where we got to change rooms and learn in different ways. I mean one teacher still stood in front of the classroom while some teachers believed in group learning and doing various projects. It was a fun year for when seventh grade slowly approached there will be a new actual middle school.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Critique
Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH12 days ago in Critique
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By Leavie “Soul on Fire” Scott Her name was Nava, a 23‑year‑old shopkeeper’s daughter from Tehran, though she didn’t feel young anymore. Not after the week she had survived. Not after watching the value of Iran’s currency collapse so fast that shop windows changed prices twice a day. Not after seeing her father stand in his empty store and whisper, “I cannot afford to open tomorrow.”
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I've always wanted to have a locker but we don't have that here in Malaysia. Loved your Acrostic!