At first when I visited Chisholm I thought that it was the biggest scariest school I have ever been to. The guy that showed us our school was going way to fast. I thought that I was going to be late to class every single time. I went home, and went straight to my mom and told her that I never wanted to go to Chisholm because it was way too scary. She told me that everything was going to be ok and before school starts we are going to go and walk to all of my classes and figure it out. Summer flew by and it was time to go figure out all of my classes and meet all of my teachers. I walked in and my mom asked me where the black pod was, and I that's when I really started to panic, but luckily my older sister was there to come to the rescue. We …show more content…
We went outside for our normal first day of school picture taking then went to the car with plenty of time to spare. I was a nervous wreck the whole entire time. My mom dropped me off, wished me luck, then I was on my own. I entered the gym with my chest held high. As I walked I saw my friends, I walked over and sat down they complimented me on my outfit as I did the same for them. We all talked on how nervous we were for the whole entire time. They finally dismissed us in sections, trying not to have a huge mob of kids but I didn't help very much. We all went to our lockers then our classes hopping that we weren't going to be late, but of course we were all …show more content…
They understand that classes are hard, and when you have homework they know that parents will not understand a thing about. So to help out they have this thing called railed power hour so if your having problems with your work, you go there after school. If your also looking for a school with NO bullying Chisholm is the school for you. We all watch each other's backs. If your getting pushed around in the halls and getting called names I am one hundred and ten percent sure that someone will help get rid of them.Chisholm is a great school. Honesty is something we certainly have here. I am pretty sure that in games like in PE. there is no one or almost to no one the lies and cheats. If someone does something bad they usually confess about at least I would hope that they would. Teachers are really good about helping out if you need it. I really do appreciate everything they do. Even if they are the most ridiculous questions and they just the answer they help you out. The student are the same way. Like if there is a sub and you were gone the other day and you have no idea what's going on they help out. It feels nice when they help you out, because it feels like they really do care about your education
The school is huge and being a college prep school it is also selective in the students who get enrolled. The focus is on teaching and learning. The school seems predominately white with a few students of color.
The schools are great, and one of the many factors that people relocating to the area can take advantage
Fork Union Military School is the only boarding school I've been to in my entire life, and it's one of the best schools I have ever attended academically. This school will help you in the long run as I was told. This all started one day when my brother was acting up in school. So my parents sent him to a school called Saint Johns Military School. I was surprised and didn't want the same thing to happen to me. Now look at were I'm at now. Fork Union Military Academy is different form other school because of the one subject plan, demerits, being a boarding school and being singled sex.
I don’t think they could’ve done anything more than what they were doing. I say that because if they would’ve done more they would’ve gotten their “head busted” like John Gray’s friend Brookley Field. In those times, what authority did a black person really have? They didn’t have anyone to take up for them and were punished without question so I don’t think it was much they could really do. I think the experience of fighting made them realize what they were fighting for. Once, they understood that they were fighting for their worth and for what’s right, I think it made it more of an impact on them. My grandma is 88, so her experience was totally different from mine. She experienced segregation at an all-time high. My experience with segregation
It was my senior year of high school I was sixteen getting ready to turn seventeen. It was my year. I was not your typical girl wearing makeup or play sports. Don’t get me wrong I would get all dolled up if I had something special to do. I had a part time job at Olive garden because my parents motto was “if you
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…”
My perception of our world is that racism exists everywhere, even in the land of liberty, America. I am aware of the fact that there is racism against not only blacks, but also whites, Asians, along with people from all other ethnicities. I believe racism is deplorable in any form. Therefore I do my best not to be racist in any way.
It was Tuesday and the day was draining away. I wanted to go buy new hair dye, but I knew it was too late. Careless, I got money from my piggy bank and asked my little sister Natalie to come along. I usually go out by myself but I decided to take her to feel more safe. Since my parents were not home yet I had to make this trip quick, so we took the bus.
Although they really enjoyed it there, the school also had a couple of issues. The most pressing
All the good students know the feeling of when a teacher
When the end of my 5th grade year had hit; A land mark of the most traumatizing event of my life was about to take place. My mom had left my father and took us along with her. Over the summer and a few addit...
Me being a immature eighth grader wouldn’t know what to do in high school. I then, thanked him for what he did and said, “thank you so much”. He replied, “no problem man” with a happy grin on his face. There was only one day left of summer until everyone starts school. I couldn’t figure out what to wear the next day, so I asked my mom and her boyfriend if they
When moving through the hallways, the teachers, aides and staff were all very friendly and helpful, making sure that I not only belonged to be there, but that I was able to find my way to the appropriate locations. Art lined the halls, and the sounds from the classrooms indicated that the children were exicited and engaged in their activies. I would feel most comfortable having children attend this school. It was a warm, safe and nurturing environment, where the individual was celebrated, and the community created.
It was Friday morning and I was in the 5th grade at the time. My father decided to pull both me and my brother out of school. My mother wasn’t home. She had already gone up to the hospital with my grandmother.
I opened my eyes at around 9:00 a.m.; I could not imagine that today was my graduation day. I was so excited to get ready for the day I had dreamt of for twelve years. I called my cousin Sandra to remind her to do my makeup because she is a makeup artist. I told her that I needed it to be flawless because I wanted this day to be complete in everyway. I took a shower to get ready for the hair salon because I was going to dye my hair red for the first time. I wanted a simple hairstyle; straight on top with curls at the bottom.