Fourth Period Narrative

For the tenth week of my internship, I was told to take the Monday off and report to 3rd watch.

Paul loves soccer. All he wanted to do was to play on the Lake Windsor Middle School soccer team because it's the only way for him to fit in at this new school. Everything was going according to plan, Mrs. Gates was showing him and his mother around the school until they stopped in her office to fill out some paper work and discuss some things. They were all talking about what Paul’s interests were and the topic fell on soccer. He made it obvious that he was a soccer player, specifically a goalie. Mrs. Gates then explained the IEP to Mrs. Fisher and they headed out. Paul was not excited anymore to attend school at Lake Windsor all because of the stupid IEP. Mrs. Fisher decided it would be right to fill out the form, but it had actually ruined any chances for Paul being able to play soccer. She thought she was doing the right thing and helping him out in school, but being labeled “visually impaired” was not easy. “‘ What are you doing here? Are you alright?’ ‘I got kicked off the team.’ ‘What? What happened?’ ‘Coach Walski said I’m in a program for the handicapped so I’m off the team.’ ‘That’s… that’s outrageous! He can’t do that.’ Well he just did. He said they can’t get insurance for me because I’m a handicapped program. You know all about that. Right, Mom?’ ‘Me? What do you mean?’ ‘You told them I’m handicapped! You told them I’m visually impaired!’ ‘Darling you are. I just told them the truth.’ ‘That’s not the truth. I can see! Don’t you know that? Why did you fill out that stupid form when you know I can see? You saw me play in Houston. You saw me make thirty saves in one game! Did I look visually impaired then?’ ‘Paul, darling, I did not know that the IEP form had anything to do with playing on the soccer team. I would have never filled it out if I did. I know this is important to you.’”(63,64) Paul is really mad at his mom for choosing to fill

While sitting in the Spanish Classroom, the faint sound of someone's music is playing in the background while the students are working on the assignment. You practically hear the productivity through the sounds of pencils on paper and people typing on their keyboards. The weather outside is cold, but too cold; it is the perfect fall day making it difficult to focus on what is going on in the class because all you want to do is go outside and enjoy the cool weather. It is the type of day where you want to curl up with your pet and a cup of tea and read your favorite book. Clouds cover the sky blocking the sun from coming through making it cozy and brisk. While working Ms. Sarver asks one of the students to make a run to the main building to

The bell signalling the end of second period hadn’t sounded, yet. Or maybe it had.maybe she missed it amidst the screams. She wondered if it was all over, perhaps somewhere in a distant corner of the school, students and teachers rejoiced and hugged each other knowing there was nothing left to fear. No matter how quite it was outside fear still rushed through her body, mentally and physically. She knew she couldn’t get up. Fear had paralysed her. She had fled the library and fled her way through the southern hallway when it began. The hall was infused with kinetic horror. An aimless frenzy of kids and adults bound in a reckless pack of mass confusion, like and ant hill being washed away with a hose. No new knew what to do. They just ran. Lisa couldn’t run. The fear had taken ahold of her and would allow her to move any faster than a sloth in a waking

April 5th 2016: 2pm, The rain bore on endlessly, pounding on the school rooftop and turning the soccer fields into vast lakes of dull, muddy water. Dark gray clouds covered the sky, only letting a few rays of feeble sun slip past the barrier. Predicting the game would be moved to another day due to poor weather but instead Coach. Sue Nurse with her

I wake up in my plain, old bedroom hoping it would be different but according to the government, control, we all have to have the same bedroom, house, clothes, and pretty much everything is the same. I can’t even complain about how unfair it is or my family would send me off. I honestly have no idea what be sent off is but if that happens again you never see your control again. Everyone assumes it’s death but not me, I have a feeling it’s something different.

      “Oh shoot!” I yell, dropping the muffin back into the bin. I had totally forgotten about my soccer game at 9:00 am, I thought to myself. I put on my gear and filled up my water bottle with water. I glanced at the clock and it now read 8:32 am. I hopped into the car with my dad and we drove off to the field.

Patiently waiting, the little boy comes in rushing, full of energy, and I can see him changing into basketball shorts and putting socks on. Then a sudden whip-lash, he grabs me and he slips his feet inside super fast. He’s running now, I can feel myself being stepped on, and I am also stepping on dirty floor. He runs outside, and this is my first time stepping on concrete, I hope I don’t get creased or stepped on by other shoes. I am so nervous I can barely catch my breath. I can feel sweat and moist already surround my soles. We finally arrive at the park. I see my fellow basketball shoes all looking very sharp, but I believe nothing can compare to me I am the best, and I am here to make sure I protect my owners ankles and feet and to help him play better, and give him extra boost to hop and jump.

When he opened the door excitement ran through his blood. The room was huge! He could easily fit everything he ever wanted. Their was a window in his room where he could see the beaches with surfers surfing the waves. When everything was all set up Jim rushed into his room and jumped into his queen size bed. Jim grabbed the remote and turned on his TV and his PS3 and settled into his comfy bed. One thing rolled in and out of his brain though. Tomorrow was his first day at San Ysidro High School and Jim wasn’t sure what to expect. Jim alarm rang at 7 o’clock and Jim excitedly jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. “Read for your first day of school kids?”, said said Jim’s mom. “Yes Mom”, said Jim, and Jessica in unison. “Well you better hurry up if you don’t want to be late for the first day of school!”, said Jim’s and Jessica’s mom. “Now kids if you make your beds, do some laundry, and do some laundry every once awhile. I will pay you guys five dollars each.” , said said their mother. “Sweet” , said Jim and Jessica. “That starts today!” , said Amanda. After Jim had gotten ready he ran down his driveway to catch the bus. When the bus arrived Jim held his breath as he walked up the steps

On a dark, rainy day, Adriana laid in bed, her mind wandering, she didn’t want to get up and go to school. She hated going to school in fear of something happening to her and no one would know what to do.

Periods… every girl’s worst nightmare. When you’re young you dream of the day when you get to say “yeah! I got my period,” to your friends. But when you get it you regret ever thinking of this curse, as a gift. Then there’s that moment when your mom says you will get used to it… the truth is, you don’t. You will never get used to it. There is also the struggle when you think you’re done with your period and you wear your, long awaited, white jeans and then it comes back like “Hey!!! Miss me, I didn’t think so. But I think I’ll ruin those great bright white jeans you have been so careful to keep from staining!” You know the struggle is real. It happens, every time. You think you would know better than to wear white jeans so close after you ended but no… it will never work like that. Cause I have no patience with periods. So when it’s done with I’m like “Freedom!!” but it will haunt me for the rest of my life.

It all began on a perfect fall day. Prancing home from the bus, watching the leaves dance in the wind as the slight chill on my skin gave me goosebumps. Heading for my home, swinging open the door; My fall day became not-so-perfect anymore. My Dad, sitting in his brown chair. “Hello sweetheart, how was school?”

The moves were fluid and he was thankful for the entire rink being taken out for the full hour he used to practice. He took a breath exhaling as he went into a triple axel jump. He let out a groan as he landed squarely on his rear. He winced and stood a moment later and stopped the music and skated a lap then went in for yet another triple axel jump and fell this time harder with a thud and groaned. Closing his eyes he knew he had to get up, he promised to always get up. He took a shaky breath and stood once again but seeing someone now in the stands.

O. Henry expresses his own reality through his stories by connecting his personal experiences with his story ideas. He expresses his writing style in many different ways, these included: a hook that draws the reader, surprise endings, a result or set of rights, and word choice and tone. The is evident in The gift of the Magi, when and individual makes a sacrifice to please another, the result will far extend the original generosity.

As the 9th period bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, I could feel my heart drop to the pit of my stomach. The whole day I had been anxious about my first volleyball game of the 7th grade season, but at this point, it really started to kick in. I was starting to regret even going to school that day, for all I wanted to do was go home and avoid the game. I packed my belongings into my backpack with sweaty palms, and headed down to the locker room.