A Descriptive Morning Essay: A Typical Morning

Same as the other teachers Mrs.Svenson was also nice. She gave us candy and told us about herself and what we'll do in the class. After all I was thinking rthis wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Then after the class got done I headed to the cafeteria. I saw people buying food from cafeteria, but in India you could buy lunch in only some schools. Every part of the first day was like a mission that had to be accomplished by passing different types of obstacles. The more school got confusing the more interesting it was to try to understand it. After school as I walked back home I thought it wasn't bad the way I thought, but

The sun was kissing the horizon; the day was just beginning, and the sweet sounds of the birds morning sound had awakened me. I was sitting in the same spot I do day after day, happy and well rested. I awoke from my peaceful slumber with a large, clanging chime that echoed off the walls and the roof. The sounds of footsteps stomped down the stairs, and there, as always, was Todd. And as he always does, he shuffled his way to the kitchen and turned on the coffee. Finally, as the aroma of burnt coffee grounds filled the air, a new day had begun.

A typical day in Julie Smith MC 201 class starts of with her playing music. Once her class starts it’s nothing but and excitement. She is a very loud and energetic person. She is not afraid to get all in your face as she is walking around the class teaching you for the topic of the day. She also has a lot of games she uses to keep people engaged in the topics to she is talking about. “ I love coming to Julie class because you never know what to expect from her. One day you might get class where you’re using your phone and the next day she’s handing out candy. I love coming to her class not knowing what to expect.” Said Ciara Bazile. Julie just didn’t wake up one day and say hey I’m going to be teacher like most people as she likes to put it, “ just happened by accident.” One of her old professors called her one night and asked her if she was still teaching at Webster and asked her if she wanted to teach an intro class, she immediately jumped at it. Her favorite part about teaching is “having students contact me after the semester to tell me about examples they 've seen - which shows that what we 've talked about in 201 has stayed with them. I love getting to know them and know their stories. College students are much smarter than people give them credit for.” Julie has been teaching since 1998 so she has no shame when it comes to teaching is not afraid to make a fool of her self when it comes to teaching. “I remember Julie teaching us about television and radio. She

The classroom set up was very different than what I was used to back in Nepal. I didn’t know anyone in there. I didn’t know what to do, so I just managed to sit in the chair that was nearby the door. All the other students were staring at me like something was wrong with me. In reality, everything felt wrong to me when I was in the situation where it felt so bad that I just wanted to quit. It seemed like I was on a one-way street, and I couldn’t figure out what I should do and how I would get out from it. It was almost the end of that class. The time passed just by watching a documentary on the literature’s time period. After the bell rang, all the students left the classroom; then I walked to my teacher with the problem I was having. I was lost in every other class as the hallways get crowded and the buildings were huge. He helped me solve the problems that I had, and my first day of the new school passed in the same way as it did first three hours of that

I got up and walked to the bathroom, passing the door that led to our little clothing store, ‘G&B’, G for my name and B for my father’s name. After taking a shower I got dressed into a red shirt and some jeans and then proceeded to the kitchen, the smell of toast greeted me when I walked in.

Cathleen hopped off my bed, where she was reading the comics pages of a newspaper from my stash, while I begun to stand up, feeling stiff and numb from sitting on the floor for so long. We rushed out of our room and down the (admittedly very short) hallway to the kitchen table. I hoped lunch was something warm; maybe soup or chicken with rice. Rather, it was ham and cheese sandwiches with chopped carrots and ice water.

Today, was a crazy and long day. This week I am only teaching Math, Daily 5, and Social Studies. During Daily 5 today Mrs. Haberman the principal came into observe me. I went through the interactive lesson before class, but I should have looked over the directions a little bit better. I tried to put the incorrect word into the box, and Mrs. Vavra told me that I needed to make sure I knew what it was asking me to do. I can’t believe I let this happen especially since Mrs. Haberman was in there. I was nervous about her coming in already and now I am nervous to see what she has to say about the lesson. It was not my best lesson by far and of course it had to be the one that Mrs. Haberman was observing. I personally I think the problem was that

"Tasnim, can you please stay after class? I need to talk to you." I let go of the door handle and whip my head back to face my third grade teacher Mrs. Russell. She said my name correctly for the first time all year, though her voice was stern. I realize that my jaw has dropped by the expression on her face as she peers over her laptop. As I walk slowly towards her, my classmates whisper, "Ooh she's in trouble" as they sprint out the door for recess. I stand near my teacher's desk waiting for all the students to leave and when the room is silent, Mrs. Russell says,

What’s better than starting your morning with a cup of green tea and yoga on your patio? Well, according to Alan Jones, there are about a thousand different ways to start his morning. The morning sunlight seeped through the blinds of his apartment, and brightened up his room. Groaning, he flopped over onto his side, and covered his head with his white fluffy pillow. He finally sat up with nest on his head and heavy bags under his eyes, and noticed his terrible morning breath. He obviously wasn’t too happy to be awake.

The next morning Jane took a frigid shower. As the water beat on her back she massage her head with shampoo, thinking about last night’s events. She turned the water off and hopped out of the shower to dry herself.

The rooms were inviting, and the students were engaged in learning. I quickly noticed that having a positive, and inviting classroom environment is of upmost importance for successful student learning. As the students walked through the second grade classroom they were greeted with a hug. When the students’ finished their morning work, the chimes signaled the students to line up, and transition to their first class of the day which is Science. This is where I was able to observe both Mrs. Stanford, and Mrs. Taylor

Ugh. Mrs. Holverson’s ninth grade Spanish 101. The class that makes me want to die. Literally. I plot down in my assigned seat, the one right in front, and wait for the lesson to start. When it turns five o’clock on the dot, Mrs. Holverson steps into the classroom wearing her always much too tight floral dress. “If you will now take out your one page vocab document and turn to page…” she drones. I pull out my vocab sheet and turn to the correct page to make it look like I'm paying attention, but instead I start to daydream. I daydream about what will the rest of the day look like after Spanish 101. I imagine that, since this is the first course of the day, I will leave this class with a wishful 5/5 for participation. I will walk down the hall to Chem only for the teacher to say that we are going on a field trip to a water park. The whole class starts cheering and we flood the halls out of excitement. Everyone gets on a bus and it takes no time at all to arrive at the water park. Students leave the bus as if they were wasps in a hornet’s nest. No one has their clocks, no one is controlled by them anymore. I am about to go down the biggest slide at the park. I let go of the bars

Even forgetting the appearance of the school outside it, my classroom was an escape. My teacher, Mrs. Waterman, had an effervescent personality that bubbled over and spilled throughout the classroom. Her favorite words in the classroom were “Great effort!,” “That looks great!,” of the ever-present “Stupendous job!” Everything, from the colored magnets on the pure white whiteboard to the polychromatic rug helped make you feel happy, bright, and positive. Once I stepped inside, a pleasant aura of welcoming enveloped you, causing her room to be quite the popular destination for lunch breaks. When I walked towards her classroom on that fateful day, she was waiting at the door with a perky smile, ready to welcome me. I felt my mouth form into a return grin, and went into the coat room, whose only real purpose was to store the bags of the students, without hesitation. As I put my bag away, my sinus’ filled with the smell of whatever the lunch ladies were making in the cafeteria. Today, the malodor closely resembled something like pureed snails. I was glad I packed my own lunch.

This chapter is titled ‘The morning of Life’, because, it is the time you cannot joke with things in your life. When your morning is distracted, it can affect your day and render you worthless in achieving your set goals of the day. So the morning of every one’s life is as important as its breath.

First days are usually the best and sometimes the scariest, in some cases they turn out to be the worst of days of a person’s life. On our first days of doing something, we all have expectations; everyone expects to have the best experience on his/her first day, but these expectations sometimes end up to be the opposite of what we expected. Sometimes they turn out to be a mixture of both the best moments and the worst. Similarly, I have a first day that I think will forever be in my mind; that is my first at the zoo.