Durant Public School Narrative Report

On the first day of the second year of fifth grade. It was horrible everyone new people from when they were in fourth grade . I felt all alone in a corner. I knew no one ,then the teacher comes up . She said " Hi I will be your teacher this year". I said " Hi I will be one of your students this year".

My schooling began in Cali, Colombia. At the age of two, my mother matriculated me at local nursery because she worked in the daytime. When I was four, my mother enrolled me in a non-religious private pre-school. The school was known for having a strong program in math and literacy. In my country, education is mandatory until middle school. My homeland uses an alphabet and similar to English it goes from left to right. In pre-school, I remember singing the national anthem every morning. I would stand up alongside of many other students and with our hand across our chest we would sing the entire national anthem. I also remember doing a lot of hands-on activities like counting the elements of each set and making a line to the corresponding number

As I placed the car into park, turned the key off and stepped into the crisp cold winter air, I begin to feel my pulse raise. With each step we took drawing us closer to the door, I felt my heart beating faster. With a quick turn of the ice cold door knob, I found myself standing in a whole new world. The food, the music, the faces, the language, everything was different than what I knew. For the first time in my life I was the minority in my small home town of Winamac, Indiana.

But I excelled in the class, and I felt like I really could succeed in the one subject I had always dreaded. Even today, I fall back on the year that I learned I could succeed. I took theater that year. I had so much fun in the class, and I learned about Jaguar Players, something that would become really important later on. I also joined STEAM, and I got accepted into NJHS as well. The months flew by, and I finally settled into my new life in Arizona. Sixth grade was a really important time for me to build a solid foundation, academically and socially. I took advantage of the “pod-like” structure to secure my place in the middle school environment.

On Thursday, 07/09/2015, at approximately 1722 hours, I, Deputy Stacy Stark #1815, responded to 147 Hillendale Dr., Murphysboro, IL 62966 to speak with the reporting party, Gary W. Darnell (M/W, DOB: 07/10/1956) and his wife, also the victim, Jane M. Darnell (F/W, DOB: 03-31-1958) about a reckless driving complaint. Jackson County Dispatch received the call for service via a non-emergency line at the Jackson County Sheriff’s Office.

It was a bright hot summer day here in Little Pine First Nation, where the events took place. The chief and councillor’s had organized a fun filled day with family and friends spending it with one another. As the hot dreadful heat of the day goes by slowly the community is together as one enjoying the music blasted. The bass was pounding on my concession booth the good old country music that everyone likes. Kids are screaming, parents are cheering, cars and trucks are ramming, horses are stomping as they too are getting excited for the big day to start.

At the end of my Junior year I was inducted in the National Honor Society. Prior to my Junior year as I mentioned in my scholarship letter I without a doubt had no clue to what I wanted to do, after taking medical science, and nursing assistant I knew I wanted to either become an Occupational Therapist or a Pediatric Nurse. Before being a part of Honor Society I didn’t even know it existed, so it truly caught me by surprise. Since the beginning of my junior year I knew that I wanted to challenge myself in classes more than before, that was what I did. When I received the letter saying I was to be a part this high honor it felt like the work I had done all year was paying off. It pushed me to want to do more, so I did. I applied at the UW nurse

He was walking onto the campus of his future college for the first time. “This is a place I can go. This is a place that I will enjoy.” He walked around with the name of the college echoing in his mind. “Case Western Reserve University. Case Western Reserve University.”

The final weeks of my first semester in college are coming to an end. My Columbus State english class has written a total of three projects, and a total of four papers. There are a lot of grammatical issues that, at the beginning of the year, I had issues on. However, I have improved on these errors drastically, and have become a better writer because of it. Even though I am still working on many aspects of my writing, I do believe that I have become a better writer. I believe that my biggest issues while writing are run on sentences, making a strong thesis statement, and having quotes stand alone at the beginning of a paragraph.

For my senior project I ventured into two different possible careers I held an interest in. I adventured in the art career field and am determining if would be a viable future. This project also helped me determine whether I wanted a future career with domesticated companion animals or wildlife, both of which I love but needed to determine a career focus upon.

Entering ninth grade I still felt like a kid, my future career wasn't my top priority, but when I became an junior, I matured. Looking back at freshman me

As a middle school student gets ready to transfer into high school, students get the opportunity to choose their electives. I wasn’t ready to choose an elective, I was just trying to get through middle school. One day we had an assembly where high school students went to talk about the electives that were offered at the school. As I sat at the very back of the cafeteria, I remember seeing four girls with elegant uniforms. The uniforms are known as “Dress Blues”. They consist of long-sleeve midnight blue coats with folded lapels, white shirts under their coats and black knee-high skirts with some pumps. Two of the girls were holding flags, one was an American flag and the other was a Marine Corps flag. The other two girls in uniform were holding riffles and standing at attention. Standing beside the girls, stood a tall white male with great posture. He was the Sargeant, and the girls followed his commands.

Students check-in to 8th hour and pick up snacks. Students at the voice level 0 table sit

My 9th grade year was a memory to never forget. 9th grade, i was new to the school just like the rest of the freshmen's i came into the school with, we were not really focused on the education we were more so focused on having fun and seeing different and older people and just experiencing the life of a high schooler. As bad as that may sound it was the truth but that was the year i meant my home boys Block, Tick and Jalen, i knew block and tick for some years already but i meant jalen when i got to high school and instantly we became close like brothers.

Welcome to the town of Pacolet, we are glad you are here. Pacolet is a small town in Spartanburg county and is home for around 3000 people. The town culture has always been to embrace our heritage for Pacolet this means we enjoy remaining a small country town and with very little new growth. Our town has 2 traffic lights, 2 restaurants, and 2 grocery stores,so when we want to go shopping we either shop online or visit a larger neighboring city.