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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.
As the dull scent of chalk dust mixes imperceptably with the drone of the teacher's monotone, I doodle in my tablet to stay awake. I notice vaguely that, despite my best efforts in the shower this morning after practice, I still smell like chlorine. I sigh and wonder why the school's administration requires the students to take a class that, if it were on the Internet, would delight Mirsky (creator of Mirsky's Worst of the Web), as yet another addition to his list of worthless sites. Still, there was hope that I would learn something that would make today's first class more than just forty-five wasted minutes... It wouldn't be the first time I learned something new from the least likely place.
grade, I rushed to the office, only to see my God Mother waiting for me. She
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.
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.
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…”
Suspiciously I answered, “What is it?” All six of them smirked like a guilty toddler.
The lights went off just when I was going to ask if Marissa and Sean would like to play at recess the next day but I stayed quiet. Turning off the lights was the signal to leave the lunchroom and stay quiet. Finally my class was called and I rushed to my line as I shouted good bye to my new friends. I remembered that Sean was in my class.
"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.
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.
“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.
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