Creative Writing: John Stewart Elementary School

Everyone had now realised what I had done and broke out in a storm of laughter. I threatened the rest of the class with a similar fate and they exploded again, it only went quiet when the shadow of Miss Blount fell over them. Miss Blount is a native Maycombian as yet uninitiated in the mysteries of the Decimal System, appeared at the door hands on hips and announced that if she hears another sound from the room she’ll up everyone in it.’ She also told me the sixth grade couldn’t concentrate on the pyramids because of the so called racket coming from my room. I did not appreciate her coming into my classroom and telling my pupils to be quiet. The bell then went for lunch everyone filed out I just sunk in my chair and put my head in my arms. A lot had happened in just half a day and there was still the afternoon to come.

This is it. The championship game is in the last quarter, down to a minute and a half. The line of scrimmage is at the 10-yard line. Jeffery, the quarterback, fields the snap, and he looks for an open receiver. Tommy, his best friend and the tight end, is unmanned in the end zone. The throw is perfect. The crowd roars in excitement that Thomas Jefferson High School won the State Championship.

Andrew “Andy” J. Stoneridge is a 3rd grade student attending Michael Valley Elementary School in Pasadena, Maryland. His homeroom teacher’s name is Ms. Julie King and in her room, are approximately 28 students. Ms. King is a general education teacher teaching the subjects reading, writing, and social studies. Andy’s other core teacher, Mr. Baker, teaches Andy math, science, and health. Mr. Baker is also a general education teacher. In each of these rooms, there are two teacher’s aides and one classroom tutor.

“Now let’s have a look at the gadgets, shall we ?” I eagerly repeated after Jerry.

At Katherine Elementary School Dr. Vandaveer has her own portable where she can test students. Her desk is in one corner and there was a kidney-shaped table with a few chairs close by. Other than a couple filing cabinets the room was fairly sparse and the walls were bare

“Mr. Josten, Mr. Josten!” yelled one of the eighth graders from my current math class in Crescent Middle School. I figured it would be another out of context question, as that was the norm for Andrew. Andrew had always seemed to be the one who tried his hardest, but could not focus on his schoolwork, or anything for that matter. I acknowledged his raised hand to hear, “what would happen if someone figured out how to pass things through time?” I figured since there was a small amount of time left in the class period, I could answer his question thoroughly since I majored in both math and science. “Well Andrew, if I had to guess I would say that someone would receive that object unexpectedly in a different time period. However, if someone creates

A tall robust boy with dark hair and yellow eyes entered Ellingburg middle school school at exactly 7:55 on september the 18th, it was the second day of school. His big build is easy to locate in the rush of teens. There is a tap on his elbow he looks sideways, at a medium sized boy, something changes in his eyes. Jack is short compared to Sebastian. Jack is a skinny boy with long legs, his dark hair hanging loosely over his dark brown eyes. A loud bell rang and Jack grabbed Sebastian's arm. Sebastian froze for a second and then ran. Sebastian knows Jack just thinks of him as a friend, but it is different for him, he does not know if Jack knows.

“ Sorry I forgot to tell you guys that A new family is coming to visit to maybe welcome some of you into a family” she said excitedly.

When the teacher says, designated students will grab the materials from the side of the room and bring them back to their table group.

I drove slowly down the winding small gravel driveway surrounded by tall trees and forest that led to St. Agnes Cane Hill Psychiatric Hospital. I had been sent a letter by the director Mr. Jonathan Hammond, in the letter the kindly informed me that my great aunt Carolynne had passed away and since I was her only living relative it was up to me to come collect her belongings or they would be thrown away.

“Now,” Mr. Ivan began. He walked over to his desk (which was covered in foot-prints) and pulled up a

Cakes, cookies, tarts with lemon, blueberry and strawberry. Pudding filled cupcakes, personal sized cheesecakes, pretzel sticks dipped in white, strawberry and regular chocolate, caramelized vanilla, and chocolate ice cream bowls. And, the killer of all killers, brownies with and without nuts on a cloud of whipped cream. The best part was when we marched out in single file with our best dessert in hand. We took them to tables the girls we liked were sitting. Each of us were wearing our newly purchased chef jackets and tall white hats we paid for with the money we made cooking for the teachers.

Here I am. In a small town in the middle of Colorado at my new school. It’s my first day and I’m already sweating. I guess it makes sense, since I’m an elemental. The bell rings and I rush inside. Even though there are so many people I feel alone and excluded.

We saw an example of this in To Sir with Love when Mr Thackeray showed his class how to make a fancy salad.

"From today, a new classmate will transfer to our class."Mrs. Dianna continued "Please, welcome Leona