Freshman's Short Story Essay: Freshmeat Friday

There she was for the third time today, just sitting in front of the wall waiting for it to come down. Everyday, for about 6 months now, Elena just sat in front of the wall asking herself: when will it come down? What’s it like on the other side? It has to be better than here, right? After running through those same questions, she went home to her family. The family she loved very much!

He came in without a word. I was stropping my best razor. And when I recognized him, I started to

“Compare/contrast Faulkner’s ‘Dry September’ with ‘A rose for Emily’ in terms of writing style and character presentation.”

A school day went like this, we’d go to breakfast and wait in the line scoping out the cafeteria to see who we’d be in class with and who we’d get in trouble with. Then there comes first period with Mrs. collins, she teaches social studies and her class was pretty boring. I’d take notes each day and secretly laugh at my friends as they’d try to doze off, constantly looking at the clock knowing that in an hour I’d be in my “fun” class where I could relax. So it's time for next period and this was science class taught by the coach of all boy sports so we didn’t do much. We opened a book on our desk to whatever page he had written on the board, and the rule was: whenever someone comes to the door act like you’re working. Now, don’t get me wrong occasionally we would do assignments and take a quiz or two, but we had it pretty easy, except for the days after the games and the boys did bad. A victory meant we would watch a movie and a defeat meant we’d have to read the chapter, answer the questions at the end, and turn our work

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness,broken promises,regrets,first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no trouble, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, surrounded by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt helpless.

What do you guys do in this place, it’s called school right?” Margie asked the student. Like last time,the student did not even reply to Margie. The student seemed to have only his own business in mind. Completely ignoring Margie,but not the other students around her. They held conversations and interacted with each other. Until a bell rang,and each of the students went to their own separate rooms. Margie followed the student she talked to into his room. She first noticed a big board,and many desk. This room felt familiar to Margie. As the students took their seats,a woman walked in the room and introduced herself. The woman seemed like a teacher. Compared to Margie’s teacher, she was quite different. She remembered about what Tommy told her about schools back into the past. Margie’s eyes scattered the room, until she found a calendar. She noticed the date, it stated in bold words “September 6th 2016”. Margie then suddenly had a complete understanding of what this time period she is in. She remembered all that Tommy taught her. Margie looked at the woman and thought about how man cannot be as intelligent as her mechanical

As my dad’s shiny, grey, car pulled up to the enormous building with a halt, I unbuckled my seatbelt with a jab. “Bye,” I groaned as he mocked, “Good luck!” Well that helped I thought. I walked up to the big, rusty, opened doors with the vice principal there to greet me. This was going to be a long year…

The stomp of feet fill the hallways of South Shore High School. Alfred is running like a dog chasing a ball, except in this case he is the ball. “Stop Edgar!” Alfred yells, but Edgar does not stop. Quickly Alfred ducks behind a wall hoping that Edgar does not find him. The bell for fifth lesson sounded twenty minutes ago, but that did not stop Edgar Balm, the son of South Shores Principal, Mrs Balm.

Death awakens many emotions. In the short story “The Story of an Hour” written by Kate Chopin symbolism and Irony are used to show the freedom the character (Mrs. Mallard) wants from her husband. Mrs. Mallard is forced into an emotional roller coaster that eventually brings out her true feelings of freedom. The story has different symbols in the meaning of freedom to and how ironic these symbols become to Mrs. Mallard at the end of the story.

What is the real meaning of marriage? Living in the 21st century to me marriage is when two souls that are meant to be together find each other, It is when one will do anything to be with the one they love. When getting married you are making a commitment to care for one another and love each other in happiness, health, sickness or any situation that might come up. When married one should have the feeling of not being able to live without their other half. One should feel free when being with their loved. While some view Ms. Mallard's perspective to be disrespectful, it is clear that Ms. Mallard views her husbands death as her only opportunity to freedom, due to the pressures of society in the 1800’s.

The challenge, he knew, was determining where he fit in. This was his second year at Jamesville High, and despite this, he still didn 't know which peg hole suited him. Last year blew past like a blur, though it did have moments when time seemed to creep along, like some wishfully forgettable moments in gym class. Unwilling and unable to accomplish the minimally pathetic goals of Coach Peterson 's PE class, he 'd hidden in the bathrooms. At least until the red-eyed coach dragged him onto the worn plank floors of the gymnasium. There, under the unrelenting stares and incessant hoots of the jocks, humiliation rained upon him as he failed task after task, of jumping, shooting baskets or running between orange traffic cones. So he was not a jock, and yet he could do most everything else, such as

The school bell rang and we were all happy to get our bags and get loaded on the bus. All this excitement filled the halls as all the basketball players got out of class. As we were heading over to Sunray for our tournament we kept thinking, and thinking, and thinking over our plays. Three games were to be played and we were for sure going to win them all. We were ready to make our hearts bleed blue and white.

“Please welcome Jeremy to our school” Mrs. Hicupo announced. “Welcome to Mid L. school for gifted and talented.” the class answered in a bored voice. Math was a bore. Even more boring than reading instructions on how to read. Even if there was a new kid, he had better stuff to do. “We also need to figure out your partners for your project before next week ok?” Mrs. Hicupo reminded. Then the bell rang. It was Thursday, so there were after-school sports, and bullies. The bullies. The ones that pushed and shoved innocent kids around, dominating the halls and buses. Albert attempted to get to his locker quickly, but kids from everywhere started to pour into the hallways like water. Stampeding into the halls and running faster than a gazelle. He had to go plan B. That never worked. After getting to his locker and packing his stuff, he rushed past the talking crowds to the cafeteria, trying to exit through the small back door, which the bullies never found. Unfortunately, he met the Jimok group before even reaching the cafeteria. “Ha!” Kycky said, shoving him to the ground, “you’re not going anywhere!” The kids laughed. They were just trying to show that they rule. Jimok kicked him, but Albert quickly got up. “Get away from him, what did he do to you!” a new voice shouted. The bullies looked back, it was Jeremy, and Mr. Brickson. The bullies ran away quickly, keeping their head down, trying not to be seen. They were all cowards, they always ran away from all the adults. “Thanks” Albert said, then he rushed past the few people left behind and sprinted to his

And so Harold had a sudden shock of realization: He had forgotten his homework back at home. The moment lasted for so long, however. The teacher simply ruffled through the papers, and then looked at Harold. “Harold. This is the 3rd time you’ve forgotten your work this week,” said by the teacher in a loud, stern voice. “I expect better from you, young man.” Did he really have to chew me out right in the middle of class?, thought Harold.

Slackjawed: that's how I’d put it. The look on that classes faces, or at least the blonde girl’s in the front, will always be a symbol of achievement for me. I put back on my grey hoodie, and slipped on my black beanie, I walked back to my chair in the very back of the room. Sitting down slumped, you never would have guessed what just happened. The classroom crackled out with gentle conversations about what everyone just saw, and both the instructor and I were grinning gently to ourselves. No one expected it from me, and I couldn’t blame them. When the room was back in order, it was like nothing ever happened. The class was orderly again, and I was just the one kid, the quiet but sometimes loud kid, that people knew but didn't know, in the