“Sammie Jo, get up. We have to go drop dad off,” I hear mom say from my door. I roll out of bed with my doll, my brother is already in the living room. Dad has a big duffle bag sitting by the couch. He says good-bye to the dogs and then we all walk out to the car. My brother and I do not say word the whole car ride. Mommy was crying and holding dad’s hand on the way to Cherry Point. It took us about twenty minutes to get on base and to my dad's work building. There was a lot of buff men in their cammies, some of them are already on the bus. “What is going on?” I think to myself. Dad gives mom a hug and kiss before he gave me and my brother a hug. I don’t understand what is going on but I don’t let go off my daddy for what felt like forever. “Time to let go kiddo,” Dad says before making me pull away. He gives us one last look before walking into the big group of Marines. I keep my eyes on him as long as possible before he gets on the bus and drives away. The next day is the first day of second grade. I cannot wait to see my old classmates and meet my new teacher. When we get done eating breakfast, we give mom a hug good-bye then head to the bus stop. It does not feel right, only saying bye to one parent before going to school but my brother, Blake, just tells me that I better get used to it. The school day goes on as usual. I stay to myself a lot. I don’t need a ton of friends or to be the popular one; my only worry at the time is making good grades. All day I think to
My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around. But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot more people know of me. I was never
While the change of integrating schools. R.V. Cassill wrote relating to his feelings during that time. The First Day of School was wrote by R.V. Cassill and he writes about an African American family that struggles with getting into an all white school. John Hawkins emotions were developed in R.V. Cassill’s story that brought out the act of his family, school, and the fighting going on around him.
RATIONALE: Each fracture site would be coded separately. The C1 fracture would be coded with 805.01, and the C2 fracture with 805.02. As reported in the Indication section, this was an MVC of an unspecified nature, and the patient was the driver. E819 is the code for MVC of unspecified nature with the 4th digit of 0 to show the patient was driving.
In the school year of 2015-2016, I am a high school student now. I should be excited for this upcoming school. However, I felt nervous about this school year. I lay in my bed until my mom called me many times. After eating my wonderful breakfast, my mom and younger sister asked to get ready for school. I didn’t want to change my pajama. My dad called me from the downstair, “Iris, hurry up. It is time to school now.” I was unhappy to get out of my room. Even though I have been in the Memorial High School many times before this school year, I was afraid of being in my first day of school.
Sergeant First Class, Andi Richards returns home to Chicago, Illinois after serving over two years in Iraq. Andi comes home to lay his mother down for the last time after dying from a very aggressive form of cancer. Andi kept thinking he would have be there for his mother if he didn’t re-up his contract to serve his country. Andi asked himself at her funeral “Why didn’t I come home six months ago when I knew things were getting bad?” Andi’s older brother, Patrick who is a Marine told him “It’s not your fault. She wanted you to do what you were best at.”
We all have different kinds of the first day of school experiences, but for every student, I feel that stepping into the first day of school as a freshman would mark as the most memorable day in all high school years. Before the first day of school, I quickly thought that my freshman year would turn into the toughest and saddest year in my experience. My best friend would not attend the same high school with me, which already gives me many conclusions of how sad and hard of a school year it would result. However, maybe things will turn out differently than we think if we just change something about our way of living it.
Enough sleep is essential to a kid or teen’s health, focus, and to be less sleepy. Studies show that when the school board shifted the school day later in the morning it boosted attendance, test scores, grades and there was a drop in teen car crashes. Scientists say that the average teenager has a hard time falling asleep much before eleven o’clock and still needs eight and a half to nine and a half hours of sleep each night. Others still say that it would affect the amount of time for after school jobs, that the buses would need to change their whole schedule, affect parents work, and it would alter after school activities. For overall better health, we need to change it to a later time. Schools need to start school later
This summer, I worked at a television production company in the development department. I applied to the internship very last minute and was hired just a couple of days after applying. Before going into my first day of work, I memorized the company’s website, trying to gather as much information as I could from it. I was excited to learn that the development department was female lead and, according to the website, composed of mostly women. In fact, the majority of the leadership positions at the company were occupied by women. Both my family and I were happy and pleasantly surprised that I would be getting the opportunity to work in such a rare entertainment environment where it seemed that appeared be equally men and women.
August 24, 2016, It’s the big day. First day of school! It was a big deal for me because it’s my first time attending school here at James Logan High School. I woke up early in the morning so I can get ready immediately, I don't wanna be late on the first day. When I got up, I feel like I don't want to go school and I just want to get some more sleep. Hahaha. Had breakfast then took a shower, I can't help myself from getting nervous because I'm new here, I keep thinking about what if I get lost? What if all of my classmates are good at English? What if I can't make any friends? I kept thinking about things as I get ready for school. Once I got dressed, I packed my lunch, then my father drove me to school. I tried to focus on what am I going to do. My first period is algebra, we were introduced and the teacher was nice
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.
“Dad c’mon we’re going to be late,” I jumped into our families suv with a fresh cup of coffee in hand, slammed the door and started up the Honda Pilot. I looked to my right seeing my spouse before looking over my shoulder to the looks of my son placing his book bag on the floor, it was his first day of middle school and I couldn 't be more nervous for him. He was slightly anxious to get there on time, as was I. Flying out of our neighborhood as we started to drive towards this new chapter in our families lives, I could only stop and think back of a moment that helped shape me into who I am today… I was so nervous to start middle school… Oh My God. Middle school is the time I think when parents utterly question the whole reason why they had unprotected sex in the beginning. Your body goes through such an awkward state of being, puberty. Ugh, just saying the word makes me cringe, just like my voice did for the longest time. You could say I was the definition of a “late bloomer,” my mind was advancing and I was growing taller but never gained any muscle, facial hair or balls dropping, unlike the other boys.
The first day of school is nerve-wracking for most people, for me, the first day was especially terrifying. The first day of a college class is probably more crazy than all others. My mom and younger sister, Michaela, were busy taking pictures as I attempted to run out of the door. After being homeschooled for the last six years, I knew it would be a much different experience. I had been in my room alone doing school; I was content with where I was. The morning of the first day of class, I was so busy that I didn’t have time to be nervous. However, as I ran out the door, my heart rate elevated to a pace of 138 bpm. I felt older, nervous, excited, and anxious as I left for Pellissippi. Although it had been six years since I had been in a classroom, I realized that all of my worry was for nothing once I walked into Ms. Brown’s class.
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 first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.
On my first day of middle school I ecstatically jumped out of my bed as my alarm blared in my ears. I put on my clothes I set out the day prior and ran downstairs to get my things for school. I remember being so excited I was completely ready for school half an hour before I needed to be. It all fell apart as I got to the bus. I suddenly became really nervous and was happy to have one of my best friends, Jasmine at the bus stop with me.