ESD: A Short Story

Part 1: To be perfectly honest, I’ve never had a time where I have felt very isolated or very included in a school setting, well not a time that is particularly memorable. But, from talking to my friend, Caroline, she remembers her senior year of high school she was had a writing class and the majority kids in that class were the “cool/popular kids.” She recalls many instances where her teacher, Mrs. Upadhyay, would mock or make fun of the questions she would ask or the comments she would make in class. There was one instance where there were a group of popular boys in class and they were insanely chatty. Her teacher never asked them to stop talking but when Caroline turned to her partner to ask a question she was immediately called out. Another instance was when Mrs. Upadhyay was lecturing and a lightbulb went off in Caroline’s head. She thought she would say something that would really impress the class and help them understand the lecture. She raised her hand, when her teacher saw it instead of calling on her she chose to ignore her. Caroline thought it was okay though, she would wait until Mrs. Upadhyay was finished. Shortly there after, a popular boy raised his hand and she stopped her lecture to call on him. Caroline was completely appalled by this. She immediately cut off the

I have never been informed about the related change request is a regulatory requirement. It is quire embarrassment if I need to tell ESD that the said change request is a regulatory requirement because I never mentioned this important message on my discussion with them. To be honest, I will not ask ESD to make a judgment if it is an essential change. After my further discussion with Nathalie on this matter, she confirmed that ESD would not need to make any change of client's statement unless it is required by SFC. Before we consider taking any further action ourselves, please help to clarify with LCD whether the said change is a regulatory requirement or not? Thanks

The United States and its allied partners have made good progress in their efforts to control terrorist activities in many parts of the globe, but these efforts can only yield results if the substantial funding sources of Da'esh and similar groups aren't curbed immediately. They must focus efforts on adopting proactive measures that curb the market of looted and stolen antiquities and artifacts by terrorist organizations. Blood antiquities serve as a major means of funding terrorists ensures their continued existence and the possibility for future expansion. The Middle East is an exceptional archaeological and art-historical palimpsest of vanished and still existing civilizations as illustrated with an array of sites and monuments spanning

On Monday 05/16/2016 at approximately 0543 hours, Security Officers Omar Alonso, Brandon Rodriguez, and Christopher Paz were summoned into the Specialty Care Unit of the E.D. By Nurse Corrine Caswell-Riley because she was having an issue with a male Baker Act patient in room #38. The patient was not cooperating as far as giving the nursing staff a urine sample and when he saw that Security was now by his room he began to make threatening statements such as, "he would fight us to the death if we tried anything to make him urinate (such as a Catheter), that if we put our hands on him he would, " beat the living S--t out of us, and that he didn't want any one touching him and he was profusely cursing at us. "f---ing bitch touching him either"(comment

Five long years ago, I was a seventh grader in junior high school. I hated almost every minute of it. I was picked on and was subjected to the “out” crowd, but honestly, that was important to me.

In the First Grade I had Mrs. Stevens as a teacher. Ms. Stevens was about 35 or 40 at the time, 2002, in Alba Michigan. Ms. Stevens had grown up and went to the same school her entire life. This school was very very small, an average of 12 students per graduating class it was a K-12Th. The county was a population was about 1000 and less than 150 kids in the school. In 2000 my mom fought for Asperger diagnosis and the school at the time did not have a single teacher who was certified in special education. Along with this diagnosis came with an ADD diagnosis. The class was small, there was 7 kids in the class and my friend Jahkaya and I were the only girls in the class. Jahkaya was also the only person of color in the entire school.

The objective of this investigation is to determine what a friend would have to demonstrate to be declared an ESP. This specific friend claimed that he had ESP and was willing to be tested. For this investigation ten volunteers will sign their names on identical cards, and seal the cards in identical envelopes. The cards will then shuffled and given to the friend to correctly redistribute the letters to their proper owners. Though this experiment, we are looking to establish a baseline of what a normal person could correctly assign with no extra powers as the people and signatures matches would be random.

6th grade became the worst year of my life. My step-dad called me a piece of shit that year. I had maybe 5, 6 friends. 7th grade was a great year for me, which allowed me to become more vulnerable and naive than I already was. Then came 8th grade, which became(very quickly) a year worse than 6th grade. Not only did I have the same amount of friends as 6th grade, my teachers treated me like I was an abomination, a retard. Well, not all the teachers, just the male teachers. All of my female teachers treated me nicer by comparison, although one lost my homework and blamed it on me even though I handed it in on time and where the homework was supposed to go. I still won’t get credit for it. Once, a teacher assumed I made myself sick and leave home early to avoid a test and called me dumb. As the class ended we were supposed to finish writing in class. He took away some of the time I needed to make up that same test to finish it. When I finished it, he yelled at me calling me stupid and let me leave to make up that test. As I was taking it, he tried talking to my science teacher to prevent me from making it

I was in a “math enrichment” class, meaning that it was just an assistance class for kids struggling in math. Horrifyingly enough, the same kids that were trapping me outside in the cold, were also taking the same math assistance class as myself. As the year progressed, I soon found myself becoming a scapegoat. This means that whenever kids needed someone to threaten or harass, they had me. I was just the kid easy enough to pick on, and I let myself become an easy target. As years went on and I left middle school, I began to realize that all those kids that made me feel bad about myself probably had many problems in their home life, and were just insecure about themselves and their situation. One night however, I did decide to look into some of the kids that bullied me in middle school, and what I learned was shocking. Some of these kids were under a tremendous amounts of stress at home, and it turned out that one of the guys that bullied me the most had a father that was shot and killed in San Juan, Puerto Rico for pulling a gun on a police

This, 2014-2015 school year ACE had the privilege of helping and observing David with his social skills, emotional growth, and academic improvement rapidly progress. David began the year extremely negative and persistently doubting himself. He always told everyone how he struggled with all his coursework because he didn't understand the strategies and how he would continuously keep failing all his test . The ACE staff made every effort to help David with his struggles.He attended extended homework daily and we would communicate with his teachers and parents on a regular basis. David never wanted to be around other students, he stayed to himself most of the time. Until, finally, the one day “I will never forget,” he came to ACE and was waving

Being in college is stressful, and plenty of times you wish you could go back to the simpler, more fun days, like the ones spent in elementary classrooms. I walked into my little cousins 4th grade classroom at 8:10 a.m., Trayton was in the bathroom and I introduced myself to his teacher. The kids in the room were staring at me, all trying to talk to the teacher at once, arguing back and forth with one another, and I was overwhelmed with all the noise. The day had just begun and the kids were already out of control. Trayton is quiet and likes to keep to himself, I could see why he didn’t like it. A few minutes later Trayton walked into the classroom, and once he saw me he yelled and jumped with excitement “Jesse!”, he had the biggest smile on

How can a low income sick person pay for an expensive treatment especially when they are not currently employed? There are individuals that have the resources to cover any medical expenses that they may encounter in life, but certainly not everyone has such funds. When people are diagnosed with end-stage renal disease (ESRD), the health provider sadly notifies them that they will not be able to perform most of the things that they were used to doing. ESRD patients must adjust to complete change of life styles due to deteriorating health, treatment timing, and transportation from home to dialysis facilities. In most cases, people with ESRD will more than likely lose their jobs because their work and treatment

I got into a lot of problems as a child in the early years of my life and those problems only got bigger and continued to in large day by day. So this all comes down to kids needing to be listened to or you’re going to have a lot of problems with your child, because I was not listened to. I ended up having serious problems in school. This is a little story on how I overcame my failure at life and began to be listen to. November 15, 2009 I’m back in the principal’s office, back in his office due to a fight I was in a week ago. That office was another home to me, I was there it 24/7. So as I’m sitting down with my uncle in his office and the principal is on his way that’s what we were told. This was meeting was two days after I accident that happen in a classroom with a teacher, I’ve gotten information from friends and also the news that a teacher was beaten down in his classroom. That teacher was sent to the hospital and it was sad to find out the teacher was my math teacher Mr.Oladoja. He was knocked out just two days ago, so being in that office it felt a little weird that morning. Principal Davis came in he looked a little more tired and upset than usual. He wasn’t the only one that walked in that office. That day rumors went around for a while he was being fired due to the fact that he could not control this school. He was expelling someone every day, so when the assistant principal’s came in as well and my science teacher. All together five people

I walked into a new classroom, new setting, new teacher, unfamiliar students. It’s nerve wrecking deciding where to sit and who to sit with. As I observed the students seated in the classroom, I made assumptions upon their academic respect. I did not want to sit next to a student that did not care for their studies. As I targeted the first student, he was a male and was too entertained into his mobile device with earphones plugged into his ears. I had a presumption that this individual was not eager for class to start since he didn’t even have a pen or paper out. However, as I continued to observe the remaining portion of the classroom, I came across a former friend of mine. Her name was April and we had always had the same English class together so I wasn’t

Consequently, the bullying and bashing did not really start until the end of fifth grade, on the way up the ladder of being “big kids” in the sixth grade. With the intention of making Camilla uncomfortable, one day a boy by the name Josh of took her lunch bag and dumped it on the table vociferously stating, “What’s that Camilla? You bring your whole fridge today?” I remember her crying and going home later that day because of the continuous jokes being made at her expense. After that day, I made sure no one else uttered another reprehensible word to her. Every time someone said something cruel, I was sure to speak up. Over the next couple years, I lost multiple