Essay About A Day

The sun was beating down on me as I apprehensively stepped up to the big box that held the folder with my fourth grade teacher’s name pasted onto the front. Helpers were asking my name, but my mind was on the awful rumors about Mrs. Glassic. A hand was reaching down into the box, shuffling through the folders when abruptly, it came to a halt. It felt like years, but eventually, the manila envelope arrived in my hands, labeled “Mrs. Glassic”. As my stomach dropped I thought back to a week before, when I heard awful rumors about the meanest, strictest teacher at Green Valley, Mrs. Glassic. On the first day of school I was apathetic and not looking forward to the school year. Quickly, I found myself growing closer and closer to Mrs. Glassic, the patient and encouraging teacher that is determined to find what’s best for her students. For those characteristics, I admire her.

Today was my first day in Mrs. Ferguson’s first grade class at North Mahaska. When I arrived the students were not in the classroom yet so I talked to Mrs. Ferguson about my schedule for the semester. She said that today I could sit in the back and observe. I was a little disappointed because I did not feel a warm welcome like I have with my other observation experiences. Once the students arrived, they began their bell work where they practiced writing their name. I was surprised by this since the students are in first grade and should not have to practice writing their name.

I am Elisabeth Ocegueda, a freshman at Harrisburg High School with a, hopefully, bright future. When I first met Mr. Hartzler I was a little, lost twelve year old girl in middle school who didn’t quite know were she belonged. Mr Hartzler was one of the first teachers I had come to know that had enough energy to make an English class fun. Mr. Hartzler let me express myself and even though he might not know it, he is one of my favorite teachers because I knew that in contrast to other teachers, he actually cared about me and my future. I was never judged in his classroom and I was slowly but surely able to find myself. Over all, Mr. Hartzler will always be a teacher that I respect and that I will remember for my whole life. Thanks to him, I know who I am and what is right.

Imagine living a life where majority of your family thinks you’re dead but the government knows you’re alive and is trying to hunt you down. This is exactly how Daniel, known as Day, lives his life in the book Legend, published in 2011 by __________. Throughout this 352 page science fiction book you’re taken on an adventure between the perspectives of two seemingly different people. The author, Mary Lou, writes of June who’s a fifteen year old girl born into wealth and of Day, also fifteen, who comes from the poor sectors. This dystopian novel is full of unexpected turns keeping the reader engaged and never wanting to put the book down.

In her class, there was a time where I was there when a student was saying that another student was cheating because he kept looking at his work. Ms. Gaines was trying to ignore him, but then she went closely to him, and separated the students. But she let him know if she disrupted her class again that there would be no recess for him.

As I entered the classroom of Anum Presbyterian School, the children stood up abruptly and chanted in unison “Madam, you are welcome”. The classroom was filled with joy. The girls and boys had huge smiles and were so excited to see me. My grandma had told me that I was going to be an assistant teacher in a kindergarten class. However, to my dismay I found out that the teacher had a meeting to go to, which meant that I would have to teach fifty five kindergartens by myself without any lesson plans. I took a deep breath and told myself that everything would be okay. After All, if Miss Comfort teaches everyday so can you.

“What’s the teacher like in that class?” We walked out of the classroom together before I had formed a simple enough answer. “I don’t really know, I don’t listen in class a lot. But I know that Mr. Bonewitz is the basketball coach, if that’s important.” She reminded me of the kind of girl that would play basketball. She nodded in response. I hoped that my statement of not listening in class hadn’t upset her at

It was another typical day in 6th grade. My homeroom teacher, Mrs. Skolnick, was in her 60’s with glasses, has whitish gray hair and wears the best clothes! She teaches 6th grade because there were too many of us going to 6th grade last year. She taught 5th grade in the previous years. While the other teachers teach us math, social studies and science, she teaches us reading. We all think that she’s strict because she has certain qualifications for a proper essay/ paragraph.

Have you ever been into the White House and saw the president in his limo? Have you ever had this greatest day in your life? Read my story and I will tell you about it.

I can’t clearly visualize what I did during school on that day. It feels as if the memory starts while I was snug in bed at home after getting home. I barely remember the time it was. I’m sure I could search back in my photos on my computer I used at the time to obtain a solid idea. It seems that the whole event happened within two minutes. The sky unchanging, no wind, no sounds. The heavy, gray clouds halted in their positions in the heavens to watch the whole ordeal. I hope to never forget what it was like. I want to keep the worst memory of my whole life saved under the file of traumatic events somewhere deep inside my brain. It’s so simple for me to talk about loss. Never to my family members. I love to talk about it then shake it off when they ask if I’m alright.

“Instead of having a bad day, be thankful because you have the day” – during our lifetime each of us has probably seen this phrase or at least some variations of it, whether shared by friend on Facebook or while reading one of those inspirational articles. However, this overused phrase turned out to be true and recently I found out why.

It was a warm summer day in Florida. I wake up and crawl out of my bed. My feet are chilled by the cool, slick texture of the hardwood floor. My mom is calling me to come eat breakfast with the rest of the family. We were at our family beach house on vacation (a family ritual that we have been doing for the past five years). I greet everyone at the breakfast table as the aroma coming from the food draws me in. I sit down. On my plate sat three freshly baked pancakes, two crispy strips of bacon, and a large spoonful if scrambled eggs. While at the dinner table, we discussed activities to do for the rest of the day. It was decided that we would have the most fun if we went to the local beach so that way the we can choose to swim, go fishing, or go jet skiing.

I wake up and realize it’s a bright and sunny Saturday. As I casually walk to the kitchen still in my one-piece onesie, I find my 2 friends Wren and Zhee, whom she is the goddess of beauty and I am the goddess of problems. They share a few laughs as I panic and run back to my room to change into something more normal. After I change, I casually walk back to the kitchen where I was before, when I was shocked by my friends appearance. As I chew my rice crispy cereals they begin to brainstorm ideas of how to spend our Saturday together. Then, they mentioned the beach and it immediately caught my attention. I cheerfully wrap up my breakfast, then reply with a quick, “ definitely the beach."

I sometimes feel that my life is running on turbo speed and I find it hard to keep up. Did you ever feel that sometimes you are working crazy hard with a million and one thing to do

For centuries, schools have stolen more and more of a student’s valuable time to place them behind a desk covered in worksheets and quizzes. Any student asked what they dislike about school will say that an eight-hour day is grueling on their mind and body. This means that a ten-hour school day for four days is certainly unattainable. Changing the school day to ten hours would make students more apt to dislike going to school and learning, which is not what educators want. Schools should not use the ten-hour school day because extracurricular activities would end too late for students to have time for homework or family time, schools would have to acquire resources to provide two meals a day, and students would struggle to adjust to a must longer class schedule.