Middle School Memory
My memory of my middle school math classroom it was one of the scariest part in my school it's because I don’t understand math much. It was 6th grade in a old dusty building it was like a building that was built during the 80’s or the 90’s. The desk were broken, there are drawings on the desk, there were cracks on the ceiling, and some parts of the wall were turning into a nasty yellow. I sat at the last row in the classroom with 32 students in a room about 50cm3. There is a big blackboard in the front of the class and 32 desk in the middle of the class, and a whiteboard in the back. The room always has a musty smell in it, I could almost smell it by mentioning it.
The bell rang, the apprehensive mood came through the classroom as fast as the speed of light, it was time for math class.
“Great, it math class.”
Then my math teacher start to …show more content…
walking into to the class with his bright red raincoat and with a bunch of printed material. He put the marterl on his desk, and class officially start. Usually the first thing when a class start in my middle school is we turn in our homework in to the front , so went in my backpack to look for my folder and my notebook. I grab my homework out of the folder I turn it to the front, I am starting to remember that we almost finish the chapter and we were about have quiz or a test. After that my teacher start to write down eight practice problems on the black broad. There were three question in the warm up were really hard and I have no idea how to solve it, so I decided spend few more to solve it. Minutes later, I hit a brick wall. I start asking my friend.
“Hey, Daniel! Do you know how to do question 6,7 and 8 for the warm up question?”
“Yea, I know how to do them. Give me a minute I will show you how to do it.”
When he finally finish it, I start copying his answer and process on my paper. After I finish copying I look at the question again and try to understand how to slove it, in case the teacher calls my name ask me to slove it so I won’t look like an idiot. Ten minutes later he call out my name, and wants me to solve question 7. Question 7 was the one that I have problem with, my head went blank I didn’t know how to answer it. My hands went cold and start to sweat, and my hands were constantly shaking.
“I-I-Is it nine over four?”
“No the answer was pie over seven. Were you listening in class, please stay focus with the class.” He said in a series and loud voice.
I sit back in my chair, I feel like an idiot. That the rest of the class can solve it,but I can’t solve the problem. There is one more question left he went over it, and start moving on to the quiz.
“Guys we are going to have a pop quiz today and there is going to be some question similar to what you guys did in the warm up. Also the quiz is grade and I will grade them in class and pass it back so good luck!”
The message make my blood run cold. “Great, today is my lucky day.” I said it sarcastically.
When he past out the quiz, my hands were ice cold because I was so nervous for the quiz. When I got the quiz I look at it I can feel my heart misses a beat, there are a lot of question I have no idea how to solve at all. So I try my best on the quiz, so of the question I left it blank. I can see some of my friends have write a lot of things on their quiz, and I have nothing on mines.
The time is almost up, I thought if I turn in a blank pieces of paper my teacher would call me up in front of the class it will just be embracing for me, so I decide to write down some random numbers and equation on it to prove to my teacher I did the quiz. Time’s up I turn it in, then we were supposed to do some homework while our teacher was gardening the quiz.
My heart was beating faster and faster because my teacher was grading the quiz. I didn't know what to think, I have butterflies in stomach. I can feel every second was like 5 minutes to me, it seems like my heart is beating faster than time causes me to feel time is going by slower. During the whole time I was looking at the corner where my teacher tables at, hoping him doesn’t grade my quiz. Later then I went back doing my homework.
Minutes pass by the classroom is getting louder and louder, every one was talking. I turn my head to the corner I can see my teacher is getting more flustered with us, than he can’t take it no more he finally stand up and said “Quite” loud and clear.The entire class went in silence as peaceful as the ocean.
“I have finished grading all of your guys quiz, most of you guys did great but so of you did really bad on the quiz.”
After hearing what my teacher said, I know I did really bad on the quiz. And he start pasting back he say out loud my name.
“Francis, would you stay for a while after class.”
“Oh, great I must did really bad.” Later I have talk with him about it. I feel embraced and nervous about it. Usually if you get call to stay after class it means you did really bad in class, so all the other students knows I did really bad on the quiz and also I got call up to answer the question I couldn’t answer it, makes me look stupid.
Also, I didn’t get my quiz back I know I did really bad on it.
So I have to share with my partner when he is going over the quiz.
A while past by the bell rang, and it’s the end of the class every one pack up all the thing really quickly some of them just stuff it in. I stand up and walk up towards my teacher, he didn’t said a word until everyone have clear the room.
“Did you know why I tell you to stay after class?”
“Yes, I know Mr.Smith.”
“You're not doing so well recently in math, what is going on? Do you understand everything in class? Do you need help with it, because I can help you with it.”
“I-I don’t really understand that much in class and need help but I just don’t know where to ask for help from?”
“How about this from now on I will give extra homework to do, and you stay here with me after school to everyday I will explain to you everything how it works.”
“Got it.”
“Here is your quiz make sure you study at home I give you another chance to retake the quiz, you can go now.”
On my way back to my desk, I flip over my quiz and saw a big letter F on the top of the corner. I pack up my things and I went back home in
silence.
Several month past by my grade in math have a significant improve by seeing my teacher everyday after school helping me. My hard work had been finally paid off. At the end of the year in finals I have the highest grade in class. I have prove to my parents, teachers and classmates I am the smartest person in the class.
The bell rang, the apprehensive mood came through the classroom as fast as the speed of light, it was time for math class.
“Great, it math class.”
Then my math teacher start to …show more content…
walking into to the class with his bright red raincoat and with a bunch of printed material. He put the marterl on his desk, and class officially start. Usually the first thing when a class start in my middle school is we turn in our homework in to the front , so went in my backpack to look for my folder and my notebook. I grab my homework out of the folder I turn it to the front, I am starting to remember that we almost finish the chapter and we were about have quiz or a test. After that my teacher start to write down eight practice problems on the black broad. There were three question in the warm up were really hard and I have no idea how to solve it, so I decided spend few more to solve it. Minutes later, I hit a brick wall. I start asking my friend.
“Hey, Daniel! Do you know how to do question 6,7 and 8 for the warm up question?”
“Yea, I know how to do them. Give me a minute I will show you how to do it.”
When he finally finish it, I start copying his answer and process on my paper. After I finish copying I look at the question again and try to understand how to slove it, in case the teacher calls my name ask me to slove it so I won’t look like an idiot. Ten minutes later he call out my name, and wants me to solve question 7. Question 7 was the one that I have problem with, my head went blank I didn’t know how to answer it. My hands went cold and start to sweat, and my hands were constantly shaking.
“I-I-Is it nine over four?”
“No the answer was pie over seven. Were you listening in class, please stay focus with the class.” He said in a series and loud voice.
I sit back in my chair, I feel like an idiot. That the rest of the class can solve it,but I can’t solve the problem. There is one more question left he went over it, and start moving on to the quiz.
“Guys we are going to have a pop quiz today and there is going to be some question similar to what you guys did in the warm up. Also the quiz is grade and I will grade them in class and pass it back so good luck!”
The message make my blood run cold. “Great, today is my lucky day.” I said it sarcastically.
When he past out the quiz, my hands were ice cold because I was so nervous for the quiz. When I got the quiz I look at it I can feel my heart misses a beat, there are a lot of question I have no idea how to solve at all. So I try my best on the quiz, so of the question I left it blank. I can see some of my friends have write a lot of things on their quiz, and I have nothing on mines.
The time is almost up, I thought if I turn in a blank pieces of paper my teacher would call me up in front of the class it will just be embracing for me, so I decide to write down some random numbers and equation on it to prove to my teacher I did the quiz. Time’s up I turn it in, then we were supposed to do some homework while our teacher was gardening the quiz.
My heart was beating faster and faster because my teacher was grading the quiz. I didn't know what to think, I have butterflies in stomach. I can feel every second was like 5 minutes to me, it seems like my heart is beating faster than time causes me to feel time is going by slower. During the whole time I was looking at the corner where my teacher tables at, hoping him doesn’t grade my quiz. Later then I went back doing my homework.
Minutes pass by the classroom is getting louder and louder, every one was talking. I turn my head to the corner I can see my teacher is getting more flustered with us, than he can’t take it no more he finally stand up and said “Quite” loud and clear.The entire class went in silence as peaceful as the ocean.
“I have finished grading all of your guys quiz, most of you guys did great but so of you did really bad on the quiz.”
After hearing what my teacher said, I know I did really bad on the quiz. And he start pasting back he say out loud my name.
“Francis, would you stay for a while after class.”
“Oh, great I must did really bad.” Later I have talk with him about it. I feel embraced and nervous about it. Usually if you get call to stay after class it means you did really bad in class, so all the other students knows I did really bad on the quiz and also I got call up to answer the question I couldn’t answer it, makes me look stupid.
Also, I didn’t get my quiz back I know I did really bad on it.
So I have to share with my partner when he is going over the quiz.
A while past by the bell rang, and it’s the end of the class every one pack up all the thing really quickly some of them just stuff it in. I stand up and walk up towards my teacher, he didn’t said a word until everyone have clear the room.
“Did you know why I tell you to stay after class?”
“Yes, I know Mr.Smith.”
“You're not doing so well recently in math, what is going on? Do you understand everything in class? Do you need help with it, because I can help you with it.”
“I-I don’t really understand that much in class and need help but I just don’t know where to ask for help from?”
“How about this from now on I will give extra homework to do, and you stay here with me after school to everyday I will explain to you everything how it works.”
“Got it.”
“Here is your quiz make sure you study at home I give you another chance to retake the quiz, you can go now.”
On my way back to my desk, I flip over my quiz and saw a big letter F on the top of the corner. I pack up my things and I went back home in
silence.
Several month past by my grade in math have a significant improve by seeing my teacher everyday after school helping me. My hard work had been finally paid off. At the end of the year in finals I have the highest grade in class. I have prove to my parents, teachers and classmates I am the smartest person in the class.