Huffing And Puffing, I Made My Way Through The Crowded

The familiar aroma of coffee fills the air as I enter the not so common area. I feel very bewildered in the labyrinth of hallways searching for my classroom just like I had stepped into corn maze as a child. At last, I locate the secluded room tucked away inside the massive building. Even though the number on the door matches the number on my schedule I am still second guessing if I am in the right place. The door opened up as students poured out. Finally, I took my seat at the back, trying my hardest to sit down unnoticed. My hands were shaking as I wrote the class name at the top of my paper. After what seemed like ages the professor proceeded to

I came into school the next day hoping that my teacher would be pleased with what I had produced. My classmates and I “peer-reviewed” each others essays and I received some helpful feedback. Then Mr. Gustafson informed us that the final draft of our essays would be due the next day. We were told to look over what our classmates had written and put the finishing touches on our

“We are going to look at some great examples of introductions and conclusions”, said my 8th grade English professor Mrs. Kelly. When I looked at the board, my last name was staring at me and I was staring back. My blood start to boil, and my face was as red as a tomato. My heart was beating as fast as a cheetah can run and in that moment, I felt that I was the center of attention. I looked at my teacher’s face and all the weird feelings disappeared in the blink of an eye. A smile was dancing around my face and hardly a word was spoken. This feeling was one of the best feelings in my life, but for others it might have been a normal feeling that they might experience every day. This feeling was meant to happen to me a long time ago, but no one knows what life can to someone who believes in

When classes first began in August, Professor Birnbaum informed our class about the four essays in which we would write throughout the course and be graded on strictly. In addition, we would also get into small groups weekly to gather ideas and improve our paper. Nevertheless, the first essay began. We were told as a class to write an essay on a personal experience in which meant greatly to us, so I wrote about a speech I gave in front of 700 people. I spent less than three days working on the essay with only one revision. In result, I received an outstanding grade of a 93, boosting my confidence in Professor Birnbaum’s class greatly. She commented on the paper that I needed to work on my verb tense, sentence structure, and mechanics that distract readers through the paper. In addition, she also let the entire class know that she would not be lenient in the next three papers and

I pull out a chair right by Emma and put my chin in my palm. The teacher, Mr. Brown, started to teach which made me want to go to sleep. My eye hesitated to stay open then I heard a loud bang. Someone drop their chair on the floor which made me wide awake in this boring

The person I have chosen to do my essay on is Mrs. Gardner. Mrs. Gardner is my advisory teacher. When I first started school here at Potosi High School, I had a very difficult time adjusting to this new place. I had come fresh out of a homeschooling program and before that, I attended a small private school. I was scared that I wouldn't do well in this school. I was especially nervous about grade checks. I've always been a good student and made good grades, but I was worried that the stress of switching schools would get to me and I'd struggle. Mrs. Gardner has been encouraging and empathetic to me since day one. She has reminded me not to worry so much and that as long as I'm doing my best, that's all that matters. She has taught me

First I will discuss how you should try to always be on time to your classes and a way to do so. This year I tried my hardest to never be tardy and always be on time. In the hallways on the way to my next class, I would not talk to my peers as much as others. I am saying, do not waste the five minutes you

Rebecca Schuman’s primary purpose in “I tried to kill the college essay” is to apologize in a way and clarify her true intentions in writing the article “the end of the college essay”. Schuman begins her article by sharing a “memorable correspondence” from a student who wished to argue against her claim in “The end of the college essay” article.

Henderson will be reading it. It's not that I have anything bad to say because I don’t, I genuinely love Mr. Henderson and his class. It's just weird because I don't want him to think I am writing all these good things because I know he's going to be reading it. Mr. Henderson has been one of the realest teachers I've ever had. He expects us to write very personal essays, but he also shares his personal essays, so it's kind of a fair balance. The books we read in this class range from pretty boring to very interesting. I hated reading Paradise Lost, but, on the other hand, I loved reading Disgrace. The discussions also vary, it really depends on the book. Mr. Henderson tries his best to keep the class engaged. This is my first year doing minutes in an English class and in the beginning I really hated them, but over time I've grown pretty fond of them. After minutes Mr. Henderson always asks us if we have any announcements and I think that's a good way for Mr. Henderson to be updated on our lives and I have no other teacher who does this, so I really appreciate Mr. Henderson for always asking. As for the essays, we always have a good amount of time to complete each one and we also have one extension per semester which is great. This is going to be the last essay I write for all of high school and I hope it will be the best one yet. I know right now this seems like such a dreadful thing, but a few years down the line, I’m

“We were headed outside but before I could get out of the classroom I got shoved into the closet. I...I never got to see the sun…..” She trailed off before bursting into tears. The teacher's eyes immediately filled with sympathy for Margo and a thought crossed her mind; however, she immediately dismissed it for it was completely bizarre. Then the thought of this poor girl who was bullied simply because she remembered something that other students couldn’t.

It was a Thursday night when Mia was sitting on her bed gazing at her Columbia University dream board with its new addition- her acceptance letter. A twinge of fear poked at her stomach as she

In high school, I always had issues being punctual. It was the product of staying up late watching random videos off YouTube and waking up at 5AM to catch the public bus. My lateness crept into my homework and my school attendance; there was no stopping me. Eventually, my school’s administration asserted that I’d receive detention should I arrive late once more. Despite my greatest adherence, I slept in one day and woke up 30 minutes past my alarm the following day. I quickly scrubbed my teeth and threw on some clothes in an effort to catch the bus before it was too late, but by the time I was outside, I was eating its dust. “Woe is me” I thought to myself, yet realized thereafter that I could intercept the bus at Hialeah Station, the train

To be completely honest i wanted to yell at her right then and there. But i didn’t I held it and nodded and said, “ Thank you, you will not be disappointed”. I then resorted with staying up the the whole night to finish the essay. And I did it. I don’t know what I would’ve done if my teacher wouldn’t have gave me the opportunity to make up the

I could go straight to what I ended up getting on my essay, but it’s better to hear the entire story. To start off, I was apart of this program in high school called Humanities, where I had two different teachers for English and History, but they overlapped what they were teaching and we would often have one project with several components for both classes. My English teacher, Mr. Bruns, thought that since we were going to have him for the next four years of our lives, it would be important for him to get to know more about us. Did I mention that we got this writing assignment on our first day on high school? And that it was due the next day? There I was, on my first day of high school,

I know it seems easy to be late to class, but for some it's not. Some people were born morning people and some were born night owls. Half of the night owls are able to get 3-4 hours of sleep and still be in class on time and function like a normal person. The other half walk around looking half dead or like zombies trying to figure out if they're even in the right class. This paper isn't about the night owls who already know how to be late to class. This is for the people who just want to be lazy one day and be late to class for the 1st time in their life.