It was picture day at Oak Grove East, and the third grade pictures were after lunch. Whoever thought that it would be okay to let third graders go out to recess and then come in for pictures after they’re all sweaty is just a complete idiot, but the pictures were after lunch. During recess, a couple of us enjoyed to play cops and robbers. That certain day, I was a cop. Zach Otten was a robber. I was chasing him to the left of the playground by the basketball hoop. When we were in third grade there was a lot of loose gravel by the basketball hoop closest to the playground. Zach took an extremely sharp turn, and I tried to follow but slipped on the loose gravel. The ground seemed to come closer and closer before I felt and extreme pain on my
As I walked to school with my lunch that was in a plastic bag. Once we got into school and got in the building my teacher Mr. Williams took attendance and five minutes later we turned around and got on the bus. It was windy and there were leaves blowing all over the place. Last year my 5th grade at John Stewart elementary school was going to Leroy Oakes in St. Charles for team building. It was a fall day and it was chilly. I had my drawstring on my back with my lunch and had three coats on. We turned onto a road called Dean Street and it was bordered by grass. I saw the Leroy Oaks sign, and my bus went over a speed bump that threw my class off balance. After awhile my class off the bus with a skip and a jump in my step. Then I was super excited that our
This deep dive into self-knowledge occurred when I received my first progress report for second semester Ninth Grade Algebra. To say that I was put into a space of shock and awe is an understatement; I was outraged. I was completing all my assignments and turning in homework, but my poor test grades were obliterating my grade.
I am awoken to the sound of tree branches hitting the window and a faint ringing in the distance. I slowly get out of bed worried about what is happening beyond my door. I grab my flashlight and quickly head downstairs. I immediately run into the kitchen yelling for someone, but no one answers. I frantically look outside and see the trees swaying and the night sky turning into swirling clusters of clouds. I quickly run into my younger brother’s room and see him shakily holding onto his bed post with tears streaming down his face.
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…”
How am I going to live with myself? I'm Miss Scarlett and I have done something terrible. I'm currently sprinting away from Tudor Mansion. The sirens are getting louder. I have to hide!
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
Kian also loved school. Every morning his father would drop him off, and every afternoon, his mother would pick him up. One autumn day, after his father hugged him goodbye, Kian’s teacher introduced a new friend to the class.
It was in July, and we wanted to go camping. I asked my dad if we could go up to our family's cabin in Elk Springs, which is near Montrose. He agreed, so Chase, Tyler and I, all sixteen years old, packed our stuff and were ready to go camping. With excitement, we jumped into Chase's truck, and took off to the woods.
It was third grade and I had moved to another school. It was close to my other school, but it wasn’t even in the same county. I was nervous. I didn’t know anyone and as someone who was shy and awkward, I didn’t really talk to anyone. As I began towards my seat where my name had been impeccably placed, a girl in the row next to mine suddenly, enraged, yelled at the boy behind her, who was tapping his pencil. I would observe this type of similar behavior from her more time than not.
I remember being so nervous on my first day of kindergarden. I had no clue what was going on and I didn't speak a lot of English. I was five at the time and I had only learned how to properly speak Spanish a year before that. Transitioning from Spanish to English in a year was very difficult. It was even worse because I didn't know how to count or sing my ABC's, which is basically all we learn in kindergarden. When I got to my classroom I didn't know anyone and I was really shy. I didn't really understand some of the things my teacher would say, but I would just nod my head and pretend I did. That day I started talking to a girl. "Hey do you want to be my friend," she said. "Yeah," I said back. I was so delighted to finally have a friend in
When I was young my life didn 't start like other kids. I was brought up in a shack deep in the Colombia’s dark jungles. My family didn 't have much opportunity to go to school due to the lack of money. When my parents had pass away I was put into an orphanage and was able to go to school. I was to old to be placed in kindergarten so they just put me in first grade. Had no clue what school was or what it would be like?
Narrative Essay It all started my sophomore year of high school. People always tell you that when someone knocks you down, you should always get back up and keep trying. I had this mindset at the beginning of my sophomore year, but I ended up letting a teacher knock me down to the point where I did not get back up for a couple of years. I never expected my second year of high school to go so awry.
At ten, during recess, kids were racing, and playing games. As for me, I usually find it extremely strenuous to make friends. So, I was sitting on a slow moving swing, facing the school, and sketching the building on my sketch book. That’s what I revel in doing. One day, a classmate came up to me and asked to take a look. Then, he seize five pages, and ripped all in halfs. I wanted to slap him in the face,
“Why did they leave?” I wail. Tears stream down my face, and the feeling of being lost fills my body. That one sentence flies around my head, and it’s like someone puts a dvd of my memories in, because they play on repeat inside my mind. I see the times we shared together; Pride Parade, dying hair, Galaxyland. I want to shout “Why can things be the way it should be??” but I don’t.
Narratives have been utilized for centuries to express and communicate events from the past, present, and future. Whether it is from reading books, watching movies, or listening to their parents, children are constantly exposed to narratives. By having this exposure, children are not only learning new events, but are also discovering how to develop and advance their own language skills. This process of narrative development is a vital skill children must acquire in order for them to develop successful language abilities themselves. But how then do children transition from listening to other people’s stories to creating narratives of their very own?