Descriptive Essay On A Day At 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.

All of the walls are plastered with student work of hand-cut construction paper snowflakes and stockings. In the mornings, excited students swarm the hallway as they look for their classroom and their teacher. Echoes of “good mornings” bounce around the hallway from student to teacher. But farther down the hallway, the older students are not as excited for the day while the bare walls match their expressionless faces. About halfway down this hallway is a wide staircase down leading to the fourth grade classrooms. It is rather quiet in this hallway because there is a distinct lack of

65% of Americans with a four-day week have a major child care issue. Research shows that schools should not have a four-day week.

Obstreperous screaming, balls soaring through the air, the sound of shoes reverberating across the pavement, and enthralling excitement in the atmosphere; one simple word described this environment: recess. I was eight years old, currently in second grade at Clearview Elementary school. Recess, being everyone’s favorite part of the day, allowed each grade to experience a time of freedom, while having a fabulous time with friends. Even though a towering fence defined our freedom at recess, the excitement of venturing on to the outside world instead of being trapped inside sparked a chain reaction that illuminated everyone’s face with gigantic smiles and laughs that echoed against the stony school building. The late April weather felt marvellous..not too hot or cold. The sun, a fiery star, radiated down on my exposed

When one hears the word “winter”, one might think of a cold, peaceful environment. In the beginning of the novel, the wintery environment present in Starkfield, Massachusetts has an elegant and appealing nature. However, Edith Wharton reveals how this seemingly peaceful environment can twist a whole community and provide an unpropitious future for the residents there. By using the theme of winter, Wharton attempts to create a tranquil setting; however, as the story progresses Starkfield begins to turn into a bleak, ironic setting that buries each characters desires and dreams.

I turned up the heat to make sure that the car would be warm by the time my sister stumbled down the front steps of King Philip Middle school. The Autumn air started to turn bitter, and leaves coated the ground so that you could not walk without a symphony of crunches rising from under your step. A gust of wind rushed by, and I was thankful for my car cocoon, which covered me from the coming chills. My hands fumbled with the radio, searching for a “good” song. I heard the bell ring, and watched as adolescents, streamed out of the school bundled up for one of the first times this year. My sister slid into the car, and with her came a gust of cold air.

All I can recall is coming home after a distressed day of elementary school. I went to Live Oak and loved it there.my mom had already indicated to me that I would have to go to a different school, Lake Park, but didn’t have to if I really didn’t want to. I didn’t want to go simply because I didn’t want to leave my friends.

In this first unit of The First Days of School, Harry Wong presents three characteristics of an effective teacher. The three characteristics are: has good classroom management skills, teaches for mastery, and has positive expectations for student success.

The weather was gloomy and ominous outside at Rainysdale High School. Unlike most days, today was the unfavorable day beyond the regular days. The wind outside was loud and eerie, and the wind kept swaying the branches of the trees, which made a crack sound every time the branches hit the windows. Not only was the wind different today but also the students that attended the school on this day. The students usual expression was happy and energetic on rainy days, dissonant from today where their expressions were depressing and gloomy.

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

Sam’s mood improved further when it started snowing in Station Square just yesterday. A lot of schools and work had to cancel, so children are outside making snowmen and throwing snowballs. Laughter echoed throughout the streets and sidewalks as Sam, Flower and Lynx strolled right by them. Everyone seemed to match the children’s mood. Sam and Flower grinned from ear to ear.

The alarm clock buzzed loudly beside my ear. Feeling like a gong that was being hit repeatedly was placed right beside my head. I sluggishly pulled myself out of my bed and dragged myself to my closet. The words, first day of school moaned ghastly in my head. Summer was uneventful and school was just going to be hell. I picked out an old, worn out flannel and a pair of jeans to wear. Not rushing at all, I struggled to put the raggedy clothes on. They smelt like horrendous lies and rumors. Exactly what this state and my school are built on.

The fleeting changes that often accompany seasonal transition are especially exasperated in a child’s mind, most notably when the cool crisp winds of fall signal the summer’s end approaching. The lazy routine I had adopted over several months spent frolicking in the cool blue chlorine soaked waters of my family’s bungalow colony pool gave way to changes far beyond the weather and textbooks. As the surrounding foliage changed in anticipation of colder months, so did my family. My mother’s stomach grew larger as she approached the final days of her pregnancy and in the closing hours of my eight’ summer my mother gently awoke me from the uncomfortable sleep of a long car ride to inform of a wonderful surprise. No longer would we be returning

It’s 7:30am, I step outside onto my apartment balcony. Cars are zooming down the over crowded streets, staunch buildings towering over me blocking the greeny lush hills far away. People rapidly walking down the sidewalk. In front of my eyes are shimmery silver and navy colours reflecting from the sky high buildings, they stand out more than the joyous light blue sky itself. Sounding in my ears are cars angrily roaring every 5 seconds, people barking at taxis to stop, an earth shaking sound that’s mixed with sound of a hurricane that’s just the aeroplane taking off from the city airport. The mouth watering smell of the local bakery down the road lingers through my nose, I can taste those freshly baked scones in my mouth from here.

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.