Personal Writing: A Schoolyard Lesson
"Get up, get up you have school today," my mother blurted out, as I fell out of bed. I stood up and waddled to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror I smiled to myself; I knew today was going to be just fine. My family and I had just moved from Guatemala, and today was to be my first day at Bel Air
Elementary School. I usually don't get worried about these situations, since
I've been through the routine before, besides I tend to make friends pretty easily. Why would today be any different, I told myself.
I finished brushing my teeth and splashing my face, then continued to get dressed. I threw on some Bugle Boy caches, a Polo shirt,
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Soon I was out the door and on to face my first day at my new school. After defeating the labyrinth of streets that we call our neighborhood, and meeting my first crossing guard; I made my way into the school. It was quite crowded , but I knew where I was headed. I proceeded up the stairs and down the hall to room 212, where I sat down in the front row. I turned around and took a quick peak at the class; scanning the room for someone to talk to.
When I saw no opportunities I began to get a bit timid, but as soon as the bell rang I felt all
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By this time we all were becoming restless, and I definitely knew why. Everyone was waiting for recess, the time when kids get to have fun and let it all hang out. After all we didn't have class all summer, and keeping our butts in those chairs for so long was beginning to hurt.
Lunch rolled around and we knew what that meant; recess was next. The bell rang and everyone ran outside, bursting onto the playground like a swarm of locusts attacking crops. I saw many games going on: dodgeball, soccer, jump roping, and many others. It seemed all right, but it wasn't what I expected. I couldn't believe that no one was playing football. Even in Guatemala we played football; I wondered what I could do.
That day when I came home from school, I searched through our "bucket of balls" for my football. Yes, I found it, my black and yellow, mini Steelers ball. I began to think how I could integrate football into the lives of the kids. The first thing that popped into my mind was Brian Vedder who I had met earlier that day; he knew a few of the soccer players and he might be able
one by one, we all piled in to the living room and thankfully my mom
Hut, then soon heading towards the palace. Receiving a welcome from Penelope and the Nurse.
I trudged up and down the stairs, hauling the majority of my belongings behind me. As I rounded the corner, I saw her, my future roommate. Overwhelmed by panic, it took all my willpower not to turn around in that instant. Mustering
grabbed my belongings and gave him 5 dollars then walked to the lobby of the
Eventually my mother went to bed because she was tired. I didn't want her to go
As I walked down the corridor and took a left. I saw the queen. The crown on top of her head for anyone to take. Well not anyone, just me. I walked up to the
where. I moved across the room to look out of the window at the stars.
I have always known that writing was not my strong point. Entering writing 101 in September I was very much afraid. I knew that the expectations would be very high for this course; thus it would be more difficult than any other writing class I had previously taken. At first writing was a nightmare for me, but thanks to the assistance from professor Smart and my tutors, I have improved drastically in my writing skills and, as a result I am now a better writer. During the course of four months, I have learned so much. There were a few bumps in the way throughout the semester, but I managed to overcome them. It is hard to believe that my journey in writing 101 is coming to an end. Through my hard work and dedication, this class has helped me to build confidence in my writing that will help me throughout my college life.
I hesitantly go in and treaded for about 30 seconds out of a minute. I didn’t finish because I knew trouble was going to happen, I already couldn’t stand up.
Women and minorities alike were more likely to be hired when gender was unknown in the selection process” (Kelsey 2). Men tend to be judged on their potential for accomplishment, whereas women are judged on what they have already accomplished. Women must work if they want their employers to treat them fairly based on their
Grabbing onto my binder tighter and making eye contact with nobody, unless the floor counts, I entered my next class.
After what seemed like forever, we finally arrived. We couldn't find a very good parking spot so we had to park far away. Once we were inside, we debated which to go on first.
The stewardess then directed me towards the back, away from the cockpit. I looked at my ticket and at what seat I'd be sitting in. I had to duck in and around people putting their luggage into the upper compartments and look for my number on the back of my seat that matched my ticket stamp. As I walked past one of the windows, I glanced out and saw the right wing. It somehow gave me reassurance that I'd be fine and I'd soon be having the time of my life. "I'll soon be in the air."
I was so excited yet so terrified at the thought of my first day in