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When I was three my mom threw me into the cruel frozen tundra of school. Eleven years later I walked into worst place for anyone can go… HIGH SCHOOL. Tucker High School was dark and gloomy with many creatures roaming the halls some were good, but most were evil. Within the good were my squad: Ebaa, James, Grant, and Sam. They could be compared to my eyes leading me to my destiny. Students in the schools are the same as coal in many ways. They have dark minds, ruin the environment, and are very combustible if you light a match (gossip). Another similarity is that there are patches of diamonds, one in a million coal's that were refined enough over time to become beautiful. Those diamonds are my squad, but were going to have to dig a bunch of coals to shine our light. Gosh, it's going to be a pain! …show more content…
After I was finished surveying my area I made my way to what I thought was my classroom right before the tardy bell rang.
During the roll call, I noticed my name wasn't called and so did my teacher, therefore I was shunned and sent to the dungeon. Once there I found a society of people. We were the outcasts of the school the students no one wanted. The only good part of being unwanted were that we were ghosts. It had its perks however, I didn't belong there either. So I ended up drifting in the nexus (the halls). Until I remembered the words of the great Booth and Todd "Come to room Beagle 311 after
homeroom". I ran out of the nexus to Beagle 311 to find the mythical Todd waiting to give me my next instructions. As she got ready to speak, I inched closer and closer until I could almost hear her thoughts. Then she spoke "even after all the fights I've had with the dragon council they couldn't get it right. So until I can finish the battle you're just going to have to follow your S.T.E.M. (Student Tenured Enhancing Magic) classmates". The classroom consisted of many different creatures' sorcerers, warlock, and humanoid dragons. For the rest of the day, I went to meet all my new teachers. The only problem was a sense I was a ghost I couldn't eat lunch and I didn't have an enrichment so I was forced to go to CASA de Booth. CASA de Booth was a great magical place, I greatly appreciated the rest I got in that room, and it was the fuel I needed to win the war. Over the next few days, the war was waged against the dragon council by S.T.E.M. The first battle ended with S.T.E.M. Victory; with my correct schedule thrown into the air. In conclusion, my first day of high school was crazy. There were many new breeds I have never seen before in my life. Although there were a few great time, a bit of them were very painful. For example, when I was outcast into the nexus and drifted across while being hit by evil creatures trying to skip class. All in all the experience helped me find my way to future classes and meet new people. Ultimately, I wouldn't trade it for any other experiences.
“School can be a tremendously disorienting place… You’ll also be thrown in with all kind of kids from all kind of backgrounds, and that can be unsettling… You’ll see a handful of students far excel you in courses that sound exotic and that are only in the curriculum of the elite: French, physics, trigonometry. And all this is happening while you’re trying to shape an identity; your body is changing, and your emotions are running wild.” (Rose 28)
Starting Middle School changed how I felt about school in general as I wasn’t babied anymore.
On October 29th Saturday, I participated in a volunteer opportunity with the democratic campaign. The office had more than 20 people, some of them were making phone calls. I received a package with a map, a list of people’s name, address, and other basic information about the person. My duty was knocking those people’s doors and ask them “who are you going to vote?” “Do you have any things that you want to say about the society?” I do not have a car so they assigned me to the place which is located in walking distance from Beloit College. A married couple who were at the office offered me a ride to Campus. Both of them are in their 50’s. They told me that they have a friend who is now teaching at a university in Tokyo, Japan. The lady also had been to Japan in 1980 as a student. Her husband did not talk much.
My pre-calculus teacher walks forward with a large stack of papers and hands me an overturned test - normally a sign of bad results. I flip the packet over and I’m devastated by what I see. On this single math exam, I receive the worst grade I’ve ever had in a class - a 56. At first, I think that everybody failed, and that maybe there’d be a curve. But as my partner receives his test back, I quickly realize I’m wrong.
Two years ago I made a choice, a choice I didn't think would change my life that
On my trip to Churchill Middle School I was paired with a sixth grader named Finley Kane. Finley takes eight classes every day and it placed in Accelerated English and Accelerated Math. These classes are more advanced classes for the students that are ahead of the rest of the grade.
My Ridgeview Middle School is thinking about making the school hours longer. I completely disagree about this because I believe it's a little too hard any ways with the time, but now there's upgrading the time and making harder on everyone else.If the schools are making the hours longer then sometimes people need to just stick with what they got and be thankful for what they have because it might be over soon.
High school is one of the biggest decisions that I, as a young teenager, has to make. I am truly concerned that I am going to choose a school that is not going to help me. Though immediately as I walked through the doors of Thomas More High School for the open house in 2014, I knew right then and there that this was the school for me. I loved the environment and how everyone was so welcoming. The academics fit perfectly for what I want to do in my future. There are other little details that really sold me on the school. It had ultimately a great school that had everything that I could ever ask for.
This year's week of torment was heightened by an untimely cold spell; more than two thirds of our original class had already quit. Running on soft sand beaches while wearing combat boots, getting a facemask full of salt water while lugging twin steel scuba tanks on your back, being soaking wet and covered with sand... these are enough to make most people question their desire to finish the program. But it was the cold that claimed the most victims. We shivered through the nights and well into the mornings, the chill of the air seeping into our very bones. Visions of hot meals and warm beds haunted us; we knew that ending the suffering and the cold was as easy as quitting the program. And quitting was so very east. Simply stand in front of your classmates and ring a silver ship's bell three times...
My eagerness to embrace life in high school squashed when I came face to face with extreme mean behavior at the hands of kids my own age. My grades started falling, from an honors student I had turned into someone who just hated school. From sulking, to rebelling to being remorseful, had become my permanent demeanor.
High-School, and follows Ms. Gruwell, a new teacher, and her class: room 203. Her class, a seemingly troubled bunch, are all involved in different gangs that are based on ethnicity; this results in their poor academic grades and a lack of concern for schooling, as well as acts of violence amongst the students. By caring for the students’ well-being and implementing different and interactive exercises in the classroom, the students begin to work together and form a new social group within that classroom; one that accepts each other inside and outside of room 203.
Every day that I walk through Pineville High School, I feel as though I am receiving some sort of a lesson. Whether it be to always walk on the right side of the hallway or to always be on time to lunch, high school constantly teaches me many valuable lessons. These lessons cover a varying amount of information and have been and always will be very useful to me. Throughout my years of high school, I have learned multiple practical, personal, and academic lessons.
The week of October 2nd through October 6th began with an ARD on Monday morning at 9:10 a.m. the meeting went for about an hour and the parents were concerned about some of the teachers who are not providing the accommodations according to the individual needs of the student. As a committee, we discussed some changes that needed to be recorded and the administrator assured that she would call in the teachers who were not adhering to these policies. I attended a faculty meeting where we discussed Title 1, the McKinney Vento Act, Leap Forward, CBA’s, flat panels, homecoming, red ribbon week, attendance policies, band achievement awards, duty, and technology. Ms. Menchaca spent some time explaining to the staff the importance of submitting attendance on time because she
Since we were the new kids, we had to assemble in the school hall with
When I open my eyes and see the bottom of the top bunk I think to myself, "day one of week five." At 7:00, the alarm goes off and I heard the grumbling of eight junior high girls as they start to slowly climb out of their beds half awake. "Rise and shine and give God the glory glory." As my typical morning song continues, I get eight sets of glares from my campers. For some reason it just makes me smile. "I wish I had my blow dryer." "I really want my make up." The usual teenage comment I hear the first day. "Five minutes to finish getting ready before Alpha!" I yell, "I'll meet everyone out side of the cabin!" I found my way outside Mt. Horeb cabin sitting on the picnic table just smiling to myself for no particular reason.