Descriptive Essay About School

“Class, this is our new student, Amanda Laine.” the girl’s new teacher, whose name she learned is Ms. Rybin, says to the class. She tells the green-eyed girl where to sit, so she sits. Amanda didn’t talk much the rest of the day.

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.

It was a bright sunny day and Anna was wearing her new shoes as she waited for the bus outside her house. Anna was a tall, skinny, shy girl that loved her new shoes, and could not wait to show everyone. The bus picked her up and took her to school. She walked into the school very confident.

And I also don’t like it because I have to carry 6 binders and 4 textbooks.” And this is what Margot Kavanagh had to say, “I think that they are not beneficial to the student body I got what they were going for initially but its not working out or that it's actually giving us better chances to learn since. There's also so many complications with it that we need to really reconsider going back to the old schedule. Complications being, people with later arrival never know where to go, it feels like a really long day, there's no team, some people don’t have lunches all day and they’re just going from class to class, you have to carry everything in your bag.. And it's just a tough day. It's not worth the small list of

Superior Elementary school was the best school. I was so anxious to start the fourth grade. Me and my siblings would lay out our new school outfits and have everything ready for school the next day. We would also have our book bags full of supplies put together all neat in the bags put to the side. The day before schools start me and my two sisters would go get our hair done at the salon. My brothers would get a haircut.

The teacher who had no idea the kids were standing at his door was well known throughout the school. The teacher had the nickname of Mouse which everyone knew. He had a very high pitch voice for an adult. Everyone knew him for the wrong reasons.“I remember when I didn’t hit puberty for a while so my voice was high and squeaky, but this was a grown man whose voice was very high.” Troy Etchberger said remembering his old teacher.

Everyone knows what a pain in the neck school is. You have to wake up really early, sit through seven long, boring classes,

¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬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

“Good Morning class! Welcome your first day of school. You guys can call me Mrs.Short, you’ll be seeing me every morning for the next three days,” She began, “ Now, i’m sure you guys have many questions, so we’ll just start off with that. Any volunteers?”

Patrick walked into his English class and slid in his toward the back of the room. Once he was settled, the second bell rang, signaling that class had officially started.

It was a Tuesday afternoon and the heat in Mr. Martin's room felt as if we were next to the sun. The schools maintenance crew always kept the furnace on the highest setting possible. “So class what did we talk about yesterday ?” said Mr. Martin as he takes out the 590 page textbook on accounting and finance. “We talked about how to find assets, liabilities and owners equity,” says Ms. Know” it all in the front of the classroom.” As Mr. Martin begins his lesson, I quietly whisper to my best friend Jake, “Hey man, did you do the homework from last night?” “Nope, I forgot to read the chapter and finish the worksheet. I Kinda got side tracked playing Battlefield” said Jake. Then Mr. Martin Stood up and said “ Alright, now I'm going to come around

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.

When we get to the room about half of the seats have people in them. We take seats towards the front. Liam stuck out like a sore thumb to me. He was sitting in the back with three other guys. Soon the rest of the class files in and the teacher walks in just as the bell rings. “No tardies on the first day. Good job guys. Now I Mr. Amanda and this is Senor English. Bet you guys are happy this is the last year you have in this school. Well last year for some of you if you don’t get your stuff done. You know who you are,” he says smiling.

Synesthesia is a phenomenon in which one sense or part of the body is stimulated by another sense or part of the body. For example, certain sounds or visuals can stimulate and be related to colors, textures or smells. This article primarily focuses on synesthesia and music and understanding the mechanisms in the brain that allow certain people to see colors when listening or playing music. This review will also reference and analysis research that has been conducted on synesthesia in the brain when stimulating two senses at once, the time course in neural activity of these senses, and patients with color-music synesthesia in the regards of intensity of white matter in the brain. The article will review the procedures, methods, and results of each of these focal points to better understand the way the brain works and the similarities and differences with people who experience synesthesia.

The alarm goes off at 5:30 am. I drag myself out of bed towards the shower, purposefully to stir my youngest in the process. After rushing to get dressed and ready, I hurry to the kitchen to make breakfast. My oldest meets me halfway and makes plates for herself and her two younger siblings. The middle one doesn’t finally get up until 10 minutes before he’s scheduled to walk out the door. By the time I manage to get everyone up and where they’re supposed to go (the oldest driving my middle to school, my youngest dropped in daycare) I’m 15 minutes behind schedule. I take the 45 min drive to work and face a room full of chaotic 2nd graders for a hefty 7 hours before staying after for another 2 to help the other faculty and then taking