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We were standing in line outside of class waiting for our teacher. In front of me was Angel and his best friend. “What’s a condom?” Angel asks as he turns around.
I stared blankly at them as they chuckled. “Whatever.” This kid is annoying. I rolled my eyes. “Ahh I’m going to tell the teacher,” I heard a voice of a girl saying.
Great, now I’ll be in trouble for something I didn’t even say.
Next thing I know Angel, his best friend, and I are standing in front of Ms. Ordonez in the empty classroom.
Writing is something that always came relatively easy to me. I was not the best student in High School, though that was primarily due to my lack of effort and enthusiasm. I was certainly capable of doing the work, though baseball and Atari always seemed to come first. But with writing, I was most often able to produce the quality of work my parents expected of me in a short and painless amount of time.
Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
I walk past the secretaries’ desks and I can feel their eyes shaming me. As I approach the principal’s office, I hear his gruff voice through the doorway. “Well, I apologize for this inconvenience, Miss Taylor. You are free to return to class.”
I remember the year my Highschool team went to the state championship. My team the Kansas City Hawks went up against the twelve time champs The St.Louis Kings. What made them twelve time champs was us. Every time my team went to the championship The Kings met us there. All twelve times The King where the victors. January 25,2024 The Hawks were on a warpath for that Championship.
As I found my spot to sit down I noticed a boy and girl sitting alone. I decided to sit by them. In seconds we were blabbing about each other as the boy and girl and me became friends. Soon I was gorging food in my mouth from my lunch. Early at recess I was starving and I couldn't wait for lunch. As we were talking, I almost forgot to ask them what their names were. They replied with, Marissa and Sean.
"All of you are late and will be sent to detention later", he said with his annoying voice. I rolled my eyes.
The accommodations for each focus student were all based on their individual needs. For example, my first focus student was an English language learner, who I knew struggled with spelling vowel team words. In order for her to complete the four square activity, I knew she was going to need a personal handout with “ee” and “ea” words and their illustrations. She was able to complete the whole assignment using the handout, and for the second vowel team word, I noticed she came up with her own word that wasn’t on the list.
It was just my luck to be seated in a row chair uncomfortably close to the front. The volume grew, along with the temperature, every second as more students crowded into a classroom, which only had enough space for the population of one class. As the teachers tried to squeeze more people through the doorway, I twisted around in my seat to scan the faces in the room. I sighed internally and slouched down into my seat when I spotted my friends far from my location. I was on my own. I glanced up at the impossibly slow minute hand on the clock. This was going to be a long day.
When I got there I saw my teacher, so I went to talk to her. Hey Ms.Wilborn what is my average in your class? “Marilyn you have an 80 in my class.” Ms.Wilborn is there a chance you can give me make up work, because I don’t like the grade I am averaging in your class “Sure but Marilyn you’re doing great
“ What did you say? I couldn’t understand a word you just said.” my mom said, giggling.
The strategies I learned this semester were important for improving my academic skills. The first week of class we learned what our learning styles were. I can study more easily and take better notes in class knowing my learning style. I can read and understand college textbooks better. The note-taking skills I learned really helped me to write better notes in class. We learned a few note-taking formats, and the one that I still use is the outline format. I also learned new and better ways to study that helped me to make better grades than I originally would have.
There’s a knocking on the door, followed by a deep moan. A mangled hand breaks through the glass and opens the door from the outside. My classmates and I stand to our feet. The apocalypse has started! I grab a group of my five closest friends from the class; we’ve been preparing for this moment ever since we were freshmen. My friends and I grab our essential technology and run to the classroom window. As zombies begin to run into the classroom and grab my classmates, we break and jump out of the window and grab our cars before speeding out of the parking lot. Everyone rushes to their respective homes to pick up their families before meeting at my house, thirty miles from school, which has room for everyone to be comfortable. My friends all
A significant educational opportunity that I took advantage of was an internship opportunity I landed last year. My school is one of the only schools in San Diego County that offers the internship program as a high school student. I used this as my chance to see what it was like to be a professional in the real world. I landed an internship at a large real estate company based out of Los Angeles. I worked under a full time real estate agent for about 8 weeks and learned about his trade. I learned so much about of the housing market works, how to create business relationships with customers, and how to function in an office setting. Sadly, this internship showed me problems with being a realtor and made me realize that this was not the right
“Whatever,” I continued “I’m late for class. Forget about the plans going to be library at lunch” getting out of my car and slamming the door so I could hear the bleep noise to lock.