I Wonder What It Will Be Like

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

Lounging on the benches facing the playground, I quietly zipped out a book to read, as I didn’t procure an appetite; the droopy smile and forlorn cheeks disfigured from the lack of adherence towards HBA. As my eyes traversed around the quaint elementary school campus, I crossed gazes with another boy: the boy who surrounded himself with friends and acquaintances playing football or conquering the monstrous, or so it seems, jungle gym in a manner of minutes. With a smirk smeared across his face, he shielded his mouth while whispering towards his group, laughing and listening at the same time. Unable to ignore such chagrin, I attempted to dive into the novel once again only to find the abnormal bell signal the end to lunch. After

He has been homeschooled all his life, but this year, he is entering a private school down the street from his New York City apartment. His struggles that year, along with his sister’s journey and that of a few other characters, are chronicled through this book that teaches so much about what it means to be human and how hard it is to be different and accept others, looking beyond the surface to see the person underneath.

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

The five-minute warning bell goes off. I rush to my first class of my junior year, eager to see my classmates, who I was going to spend the rest of the 9 months with. I find myself stumbling into a classroom plastered with decorations of Denzel Washington with a Dr. Seuss book in his hand, a t and college flags galore. My AP English 11 class suddenly seemed so appealing to me. As a beautiful, curly haired short lady stood in front of me and said “Welcome to AP English 11,” I knew that I had found a treasure so much greater than just a pretty classroom. Little did I know, that short lady was going to inspire me throughout my challenge filled second-to-last year of high school.

“I was not prepared for the entrance of Miss Hancock,” (228). The students in grade 10 did not behave or respect Miss. Hancock nearly as well as those in her previous grade seven class. Charlotte felt a wave of embarrassment and felt the need to hid, and that's what Charlotte did. She was hesitant, shy and did not exchange any sign or recollection towards her favourite teacher.

“I don’t want to go to school today,” Laurianna declared. She paused to see if her mother would start up a speech or insist that she go. Laurianna was a freshman at Versas High. Even though it was mid January, she was pretty nervous about starting in the middle of the semester and being behind. “Well that’s no way to start off your second semester in a new school” her mother exclaimed. She could hear her mother babbling about making new friends in the other room, but she was more focused on what she was going to wear on her first day. She had always dressed comfortably but still strived to keep up with the trends of her old classmates.

The classroom set up was very different than what I was used to back in Nepal. I didn’t know anyone in there. I didn’t know what to do, so I just managed to sit in the chair that was nearby the door. All the other students were staring at me like something was wrong with me. In reality, everything felt wrong to me when I was in the situation where it felt so bad that I just wanted to quit. It seemed like I was on a one-way street, and I couldn’t figure out what I should do and how I would get out from it. It was almost the end of that class. The time passed just by watching a documentary on the literature’s time period. After the bell rang, all the students left the classroom; then I walked to my teacher with the problem I was having. I was lost in every other class as the hallways get crowded and the buildings were huge. He helped me solve the problems that I had, and my first day of the new school passed in the same way as it did first three hours of that

I open the door to the school hallway. Inside I hear the chatter of many students at once. There were dozens of people in the area, and I was slightly overwhelmed. This place I have entered is what I wold come to know as Quest Middle School, one of the most stressful, but interesting two years I have had in a long time.

When Mrs. Perez started to come around, she was babbling and asking, “What happened?” The girls in the class just looked at her and then looked at me, but all had remained speechless, completely shocked and not knowing what to say. Mrs. Perez then began to get up on her thick frame, but then suddenly pitched forward almost crashing back down, one of the girls having to catch her to keep that from happening. A second girl then stepped in and tried to help by holding her steady and upright until she had regained her balance, and soon afterwards Mrs. Perez started to get it together.

Abigail Jay stood in front of the school on the rain drenched steps, rocking on her heels. She was waiting for Jimmy, her uncle to close the shop for ten minutes to come and get. Most of the other students had already left from the campus once the last bell rang, they booked it. Abigail was use to waiting for Jimmy, it wasn’t uncommon for him to be late and if anything she’d be worried if he was on time. Abigail tangled with the pull strings of her hoodie, an excited smile on her face.

Walking into the judicial complex, a meeting was being held. I had been greeted by the educators of 4H and given a T-shirt to wear. When the door was opened to enter into the room to discuss, I seated myself. As more individuals filled the room, I had offered my seat to a woman named Natalie Fowler. She had insisted that I keep my seat. As the meeting came into discussion,

He had dreams and hope and he wanted to achieve them. He was frustrated due to the lack of opportunities and resources in his rez. His frustration crosses the limit when he sees his mother’s name on the geometry book; he was reading a book that is at least thirty years old. Then, Junior decides to fight back. He knew he had to do something, but he just needed a push. He gets the push he needed from his geometry teacher, Mr. P, whom he threw the geometry book at. Mr. P motivates Junior that he cannot give up like everyone else in the rez; he tells him to go somewhere else where he can save his dreams and hope. Therefore, he decides to go to Reardan, an all white school, which is twenty-two miles away from his rez.

THE SOUND OF BOOTS HITTING PAVEMENT fills Amaranth’s ear as she walks toward school doors. Despite Kamra’s persuasion, Esther said they still have to go to school, and that it will help them move on. Bollocks! Amaranth knows that all attending will do is remind her more of Cherokee. And the heartless fiends known as her classmates will be no help either, just a method of harassment.

This leaves a large burden on the mother’s shoulders as she starts feeling emotions of loneliness. One day, the family sells their store and move from Uhuru Street to Upanga, which was described as peaceful and quiet. During Aloo’s graduate year, he goes on a life changing fieldtrip with a former professor back from abroad. His chat with the professor was the turning point that made Aloo get courage to apply to an American university. In reaction to this desire, Aloo’s mother humored the boy, feeling this was a waste of time. she did not want to get his hopes up only to see them shattered afterwards. When the character finally receives the letter from the California institute of technology, Aloo learns he has been accepted in the agriculture program. Aloo initially wanted to go into medicine and had gotten accepted in the local university of Tanzania. Mother, surprised by the news, kept trying to put Aloo down to protect him and keep him from leaving telling him they did not have enough money. She also joked about how some of his uncles in America would help with financial aid. When Aloo kept insisting, they all decided to confide in an old friend, Mr. Velji. Mr.Velji was very impressed by Aloo’s straight A average and said that it would be a good opportunity and a good experience for the young man. Mother had a hard time letting her son go but ended up doing it to make him happy. The final passage of the story is a letter from Aloo written from