Descriptive Essay About A Day In School

Music Plays behind us. The bass upon the speaker fill the room. Kai and I wait, silence between us but music fills the air around. The room, a little messy, dribbled paint on the floor, and the smell of Acrylic and pencil shavings linger. The bell for lunch breaks both the music barrier and silence. Kai and I are awakened from out daydream.

The walls were cream colored, and the furniture white. She had record player and a small, organized desk on the wall opposite the lilac bed. There was a bookcase and a nightstand on either side of the bed. Pink lace curtains were kept open at the window and a small pile of cardboard boxes were stacked up in the corner.

¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬This is stone creek junior high school home to the stampede. Where our staff will help your kid with what ever they need. The school was built in 2006 and is still looks brand new the school gets new teachers when one retires get sick the nusre will help your kid when they don’t feel to well the colors here are red and black it is a good school to put your kids in when they are ready

It was the end of a normal school day. Our first home game was that day and I was pumped! I went home after school to get my jerseys and my squeaky clean, high top basketball shoes, then headed to the school shortly after. We were versing Ridgedale that day which I was almost 110% sure that we would win because the varsity last year creamed them. So we all get ready to go out and warm up, like usual. The game then started and we played really good I made 7 offencive and 5 defensive rebounds, and 2 points. After half time that game I was told to go dress for the varsity game. I felt really good about myself and I was ready to play more. So we were warming up like usual and then when the game started I was sitting on the bench until after half time. In the third

On the farm, where I, Emu Krayze, live, lives not only my family, but also a great number, about twenty, of chicken. You see, that is the problem. My whole family, including parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and even siblings, are chicken. But me? I am just an ordinary, old fashioned emu, who does no good. I often fear that I was adopted! I have tried everything to transform myself into a chicken, or at least look like one, but can never manage to do it.

Big chairs and tables seems to welcome guests. Painted trays, dried flowers show that she cares about the atmosphere and it might bring a “stuffy”, warm room atmosphere into the readers’ minds. The room is full of lavishness, as Mrs. McHugh wants to be an important person. Tons of small framed pictures tell that Mrs. McHugh wants to show a lot of memories – maybe for others to admire or because she likes to live in the past. Stacks of books remind the readers about her love for literature. Maybe Mrs. McHugh is lonely and wants some opportunities for

I remember one incredibly funny day from last year. It was the day I fell through the glass display case at school. Boy, I tell you that sucked so bad. I know for a fact I’ll never live it down. I’m known for being pretty accident prone so it was no surprise to people when they found out I was the one who had left the blood stain in the hallway.

I stared out into space after i woke from my deep slumber. I groaned being unable to fall back asleep at this point. I stood up getting dressed in the assigned uniform from school. Hikari Academy was the name of my school, it was a nice place. But the best thing about school were my two best friends. Alex was a fiery girl who would do anything for someone in need, Ji-Sung….well he’s another story. He cares about everyone, yet he had a weird way of showing it. He was very cold and reserved towards new people, but around Alex and I he was a totally different person. Anyway, I soon arrived at the gigantic school, walking slowly through the school. My hand hurt from being scratched by Lumi, my cat. As I walked I felt a chill run down my back, the hairs on my neck standing up. I felt a presence behind me as I walked through the empty hallway. I peered behind me. Just then, I saw him. He was moving closer and closer to me. “Ji-Sung…”I breathed out looking at him. He had a smile on his face, one I’d seen plenty of time. He stood before me, towering over me. He was 6’2 while I was merely 5’8, He was easily one of the tallest, if not the tallest in our school. I mean he’s even taller than the teachers. He reached out his hand, grabbing my own. He pulled me towards the exit of the school, which confused me. “Sung, We’ve got to get to class-”I spoke quickly before getting cut off by the taller boy. “No you don’t, we’re leaving.” He stated. ‘Are we ditching school?’ I questioned in my

Seeing as it is the first day of school, I’m expecting anything, or almost anything; except for my girlfriend to tell me we’ve committed the unforgivable crime.

I watched the final minute on my alarm clock tick away. I couldn't sleep I just moved and it's the first day of my new school, In Pittsburgh. Where I used to live I always loved going to school hearing the birds chirp to wake me up. The birds were as colorful as crayons. But now I didn't want to get up. My mom came into my room and shook my bed until I got up.

Anaheim Schools have about 180 days in a school year. That is less than what other schools around the country have. This could be the problem resulting in less student success. In high schools, there are about six periods. Each period is about forty minutes long. This is a short amount of time for teachers to teach a lesson and help students out. It is also difficult when there are a few days of school left and students are trying to raise their grades up. In order to increase student success at Anaheim Schools, there should be more school days and fewer vacation days. Having more school days means that teachers can teach a lesson within two or three days without feeling pressured. It also means that students get to learn more and ask for help. In the essay Marita’s Bargain, by Malcolm Gladwell, states, “The only problem with school, for kids who aren’t achieving, is that there isn’t enough of it” (8). It says how there aren’t enough school days for students to be successful. He is pointing out that the school year should have more than 180 days. In Japan, there are 243 days in a school year. Mostly everyone knows that Asians are really smart, so having a longer school year could result in smarter students and better success. This essay talks about a school called KIPP Academy. The administration strongly believes that KIPP Academy helps every one of their students become successful. Students have to sacrifice many things to dedicate all their time to this school. On the

Bright green plants hang from the ceiling, drooping over to listen to the conversations of the students. The room comes alive because of the special diversity that it holds. Every room has the same boring personality, but this room has an unusual and adventurous one. From green plants showering students with ideas to old magazines hanging on the walls.

As I wakened from a restless night of sleep, I rolled onto my side and watched the sun rise on a beautiful May morning. The sight of the morning dew glistened in the sunlight while the heat grew. I realized that today would be an extraordinary day. I graduate. The emotion had not quite hit, but in less than twelve hours I will no longer be with the class I have been with since kindergarten.

. One of the most terrifying places on earth is mount sinai middle school, I know what you're thinking how can a middle school be scary? This school is filled with some of the most brutal monsters out there, theres cheerleaders, football players and the worst the Hampton girls. These people seem to have the thought process that the world revolves around them and will destroy anything in there way. If you do not fit in to any of the horrid social classes then you will be antagonized and harassed by all of them. Sadly, I was in that situation being one of the only people not fitting in any category, a lone wolf so to speak.

The room fills with light and my mom’s familiar smile covers my view, as she nudges me awake, I slowly rub my eyes and walk to the mirror to get dressed. I look forward and admire my face, my mother always told me I looked handsome; she especially loved the shape of my eyes, my slanted eyes.