Sports Day - Personal Narrative
That afternoon was no different, it would seem, to any other. The
lessons were dull and lifeless with the same dry teacher droning on
about the same old rubbish. However, as we sat listening to the
monotonous speech a small, sweet glimmer of hope lay wide awake behind
our hot, tired façade.
Sports day was coming. Our restlessness would soon be relieved. The
small group of teachers who knew how to push passion into their
lessons could sense the excitement. They were using the events to get
out of teaching for the afternoon and they lazily let the class enjoy
the TV. We watched ‘Chicken Run’ although I could barely concentrate.
How could I? We were in year 6 at the top of the schools hierarchy and
were ready to proudly show off the results of our long, hard training
in the schools annual sports day.
Josh was just as excited as me, we were both contending in the same
race, and we were both very competitive. We both raced off as soon as
the bell rang out it’s echoing toll.
I was f...
It was the fourth year of my school carrier. In other words, the year of truth if I would make the cut to the higher education track. I was nervous because I knew that I would be capable of going this route, but I the feeling of concern was stronger because I haven’t had performed very well in my fourth year so far. At the end of the school year, I received the shocking news that I didn’t make the cut to go to the school which would have had allowed me to go to University later on in my life. I was sad, disappoint in myself, and lost self-esteem in my educational abilities. At this time, I was more embarrassed then able to realize the real benefit of a system which early on tracks children’s
The hard part was getting the note inside her desk. When she found it she waited outside the school for nothing. When she came back to school the next day she was really mad.
As I stated earlier, I am currently placed at Hokes Bluff Elementary School. Every Monday, Tuesday, and Friday I am apart of Ms. Cash's third-grade classroom. As soon as I walked
Sports play a very important role in my life ever since I could walk. My interests in playing sports began at the age of three as my parents signed me up for soccer, flag football, basketball, and lacrosse. First grade started my competitive edge as I began to play for travel teams in various sport tournaments. This competitive edge transferred from the sports field to the classroom having teachers and coaches helping me be the best I can be. Sports have continually well-shaped and defined my character by teaching me how to accept a win from working hard, also how a loss is an opportunity to learn and fix mistakes.
this fall despite virtually flunking out of high school and rarely attending classes… It would have been really annoying
You improved and showed so much growth since elementary school. I know that in 6th grade you were barely passing with Cs, Ds, and a few Bs. Now though you are passing with As and Bs. Even though you never made principle’s list you always made honor rolls.
Throughout high school, I was a varsity member of my school’s tennis team. Unlike most school sports, our tennis team consisted of both boys and girls on the same team. A small school to begin with, the lack of funding for tennis led to an even smaller turnout in the boys tennis team, thus they allowed girls to also join. In addition, the program was still very new and unestablished. The end result was an untrained boys tennis team that was actually just an untrained girls tennis team with about three boys tagging along. Unfortunately, all of the surrounding tennis programs consisted of lifetime tennis players, and yes, they were 100% male. This combination meant that my second doubles partner, Kayla, and I were usually greeted by our opponents with the mentality that the match would be easy, since we were just girls.
This spring though, things changed. We had a student teacher that offered to help out with the track team. She had run track in both high school and college but had used up her last year of eligibility and now was working on her Masters of Education. Her name was Naomi and she was assigned the runners since she obviously was better at it than any of our other coaches. Not only that, but she was faster than anyone else on the team except our top girl in the 100. She could easily beat everyone else in any distance up to the mile. Add to that the fact that she was prettier than most of the girls on the team and our fragile egos were taking a beating. If she hadn't been one of the nicest and most helpful people in the world things might have gotten ugly. Instead, she became one of our best friends, as well as our coach and some of our teacher.
My grades ranged from C’s-D’s; I skipped classes; I was always in the hallways roaming around; I was anywhere, but where I needed to be 80% of the time. I was even suspended for physically fighting a transfer student named Jasmine in the school’s cafeteria.
because of bad grades. As his friend, I knew he was doing fine until the period
No one judged you and about halfway through the year, I was elected to be one of the choir leaders, which is a privilege not often given to sixth graders. I then
One of my hardest adversities took place around one and a half years ago. One of my teachers had found Gatton Academy, and told me about it, and, eventually, sent my parents to look into it. Soon we discovered that Gatton was a capital opportunity for me. In fact, as I had finished the majority of the math classes at the school, they thought it a stupendous idea to advance me a couple of grades. As I needed my freshman grades for Gatton, they brought me to the ninth grade. This was quite tough for me, as I would need to say adieu to long-time comrades (or at least visit with them less often), and would need to find an entirely new group of friends, which I feared may not exist. However, realizing that opportunity was there to be taken, I took
In the weeks leading up to that fateful day, I protested any attempt towards exciting me over what I knew would be a horrible experience. It is the summer, weeks before the beginning of my seventh grade year. I have just finished my first year at a new school, Mid-Carolina Middle School and I am not excited about going back early. Before Mid Carolina Middle (MCMS) I went to several schools in the city of Newberry, none of which should have fed into MCMS. I had lived in the city all my life, until we moved at the end of the year before. I was happy with the school I was in, but my mother had heard several reports of the declining status of Newberry high school, and did not want any part of it. We bought a house on family property and moved in October.
him. I don't know how she sleeps, it must drive her mad, and being a
Everything was great and I spend a great eight years. I was a good student in all of my natural science classes, especially in Biology and Math classes. I was in contact with many of my school friends and teachers in every of our school activities. I still remember playing soccer for our school team when I was thirteen-years-old. Actually, I still play soccer and I play awesome, but I don’t want to be a player. In addition, my elementary school life was great and successful eight years for me. I had a great respect and personal admiration how our school teachers, stuff workers, and directors treated us especially, our educational manager, Mr. Belay Amara, because he treated everyone like his own son or daughter. He was a great gentleman and I really admire him for what he has