4 Year Olds-Personal Narrative

I remember the first day of Kindergarden very clearly; I walked into a facility covered with white walls, white tiling, and white children, but I looked a little different from the other children. I was the only Chinese American male in a predominantly white schooling created me to become an easy target for other children. Persecution, stereotypes, and identity was placed on me each day, and I resorted to my parents for comfort. I would cry into my mother’s arm and ask her “how do I make my eyes bigger?” or “Can you just buy me some blue eyes?”. My mother would cry along with me, but it wasn’t until after multiple attempts of begging that I understood the burden and pain I was putting on her heart, and I stopped asking. Each day when I was asked how my day went, I would lie and tell her how “amazing” it was, but I was truly hurting inside. This started my

Maybe I was too little, or maybe I was too short, but either way I did not make the jump. In the second grade I was your average eight year old, who always wore her hair in ponytails, and enjoyed playing tag at recess. One day I saw the fifth graders on the monkey bars at recess doing something I had never seen before, they were jumping to the fourth bar. I waited untill Kids Inc. that day to try the jump, but it was no use I was acting like a scared baby.

It's the last day of 5th grade. Today we’ll find out who our new teacher would be next year, and then it happened! Our teacher handed out our report cards and supply list and right on the bottom in big, bold letters, said the name. It was our 6th grade teacher, Mr. Persampire.

During the second trimester is when my mother Donna, found out that she was pregnant with me. One morning she got out of the bed doing her normal routine and went to use the restroom where she then passed out on the bathroom floor. My father Patrick, rushed her to Florida memorial hospital in Miami dade county. She said that she woke up and Dr. Joeseph walked into the room, and told her that she was dehydrated and not getting taking in enough iron. Dr. Joseph then proceeded to include, as he handed her an ultra sound picture that she was thirteen weeks pregnant with me. She was in shock, because she said that she always knew when she was pregnant from having two pregancies prior to me there was always a sign but this time it wasn't because she was still having a menstral cycle.

Orendorf Elementary School, a place of many memories and much learning. What was the most treasured part of each day? Recess after lunch, of course! This was the time to play silly games, like hop-scotch and jump rope, and hang out with friends to discuss the latest in “who likes who” and “which boy has cooties”. This was also the longest recess of the day. My friends and I tried to finish eating our lunch as quickly as possible because the sooner you got finished eating, the sooner you could go outside to play. After eating, Denise, Julie, and I quickly cleaned off our table, packed up our lunchboxes, and then raised our hands to be dismissed from the lunchroom. As soon as Mr. Little told us we could go, we quickly made our way from the cafeteria

Imagine you're first day at kindergarden in a brand new school bigger city and you dont know anyone. When I started kindergarden I was the new kid because I had just moved here to Mason City. I was always the most nervous doing anything new for the first time, Ive always had really bad anxiety.

I cannot believe it took one person to destroy me, one person to discard all of my trust for anyone. One person to make me forget who my real friends were. One person to banish me to the deepest parts of my mind. One person to make me think that I’m not worthy of anything. One person to be so ignorant as to make me think it was all my fault. That one person, under that pretty little face is called Ashley Melgar. From here on out we’ll call her “Little A.” Little A was a curious tale of my not so great past. Boyfriend and all, I still continued to fall for her lies and manipulation. My mind was clouded and there was no way to clear my vision. In my head she was a damaged soul with a fucked up boyfriend; in reality she was a fucked up soul with

Seventh grade started off well for me, as most school years did. There was the usual getting used to schedules, teachers, and so on, which always took effect, and then adjusting to who you’re in class with. Well, this and I began my third year of scouting, along with a few of my friends. This allowed us to go camping with each other often, and I enjoyed it very much. All of this held true until around December, so about ⅓ of the way through the school year. This was when my grandpa was sent into the hospital again from a heart problem that he had. When I say “again” I don’t mean that anything had happened too recently, but he did he stay there the previous January before seventh grade. At first, no one in my family worried, but quickly were doubting our initial thoughts. The reason he had relapsed from his previous recovery of the heart condition is because he had taken pills that doctors had told him he would have to take for the rest of his life. This was problematic to him because he had never taken pills for a prolonged period of time before, so after roughly ten months he stopped taking them. He thought he could, even though it went against the doctor's orders, just

The conflict Catherine has with her parents over the time and energy that is left over for her is a valid issue for her parents. The biggest worry for parents are the bills. Household finances are an issue children never consider. Catherine and David's dad still has to work constantly to keep food on the table, and make sure all the family's needs are met.Catherine and David's mother has to work from home part time so they can also manage financial needs,while most of the day she is taking care of David. "Dad works all the extra hours he can, even on Saturdays, so mom can afford to work part time at home. She used to have an office downtown, but David got kicked out of daycare, so now she runs her tax preparation business from our spare bedroom. (35)

Mary was grading one of her 4th grader’s homework while angrily mumbling about the fact that a 4th grader’s handwriting is pretty much a glorified scribbling when the man came in.

During Kindergarten in California my classmates and I was so happy to be out of school. During the summer, my Mom and brother and I went to Washington to visit my relatives. I got used to going to Washington for vacation, ever since we go to Washington I start crying and throwing a meltdown, but I got over it because, I love it going to be a great time. I even saw my other nephews and nieces. We took pictures, play games, watch TV, and even play outside. And then we celebrated my 7th birthday there during August, and I enjoy it. Throughout the ½ months in Washington. My dad visited us to see how is our vacation. We stayed over at our cousin’s house during the summer. The fun moment I had is that I get to go to the mall

I chose to sit silent in my balcony and observe the world around me. The very first sound I heard was the joyful chirping of the birds, which almost sounded like a smooth and connected melody of an orchestra, with birds taking turns and following a certain beat to their chirping. This was followed by the harsh mechanical noises of the vehicles that surround us, ranging from engine whine, raspy exhaust notes and hissing sounds of buses stopping by. What proved to be just a nuisance at first to the sounds of nature that I was expecting, turned out to be a nostalgic experience for me. Those sounds reminded me of my childhood, waiting downstairs for the bus to arrive and take me to school. Moreover, the vehicles whizzing past me with a diminuendo dynamic to their sound that faded away slowly acted as a reality check for me, reminding me that my days as a worriless child have long gone.

I wake up in the morning to go out hunting. After grabbing a washcloth I go into the bathroom and wash my face with warm water. The warmth of the water warms my body and I am wide awake. I go down the hall into the room where my family keeps our hunting clothes. The room has a coolness to it. After putting my clothes on I grab my gun and head out the door. It is the crisp cool morning of November 5th. Driving to the meadow to go to my stand I saw nothing. I get out of the truck tell my dad good luck and I start walking on the side of the woods. Hearing the frost crack and crunch as I am walking. Entering the woods the sound of leaves rustling under my feet. I reach my stand, hook my rifle to the tow string and climb up the stand. The freezing

After the interesting time that was elementary school, the change to the intermediate school was not an unwelcome one. In fact, I was rather excited to pass on to the newly redone and recently renamed Lincoln Intermediate school. It was a time of change and that was exciting and terrifying. The first year of band, me newly on my trombone with only a few lessons of experience from the summer, four times as many kids my age for me to get to know, and a larger school. Needless to say it was a time to feel anxious.

Going to preschool when you're still young, you never think of anything but maybe the