Like grade A nutcase. His eyes stayed on me in the same fixated fashion and creepy extremely creepy. A girl blocked us both from one another, which I didn't mind at all I couldn't take much more plus the glaring wasn't deterring the weirdo to stop. I went back to looking at the smart-board and found my eyelids getting heavier and heavier halfway through class. Thank the heavens the teacher didn't bother asking me any questions on the chapter we covered. A chapter I hadn't bothered to read. As soon as the bell rung I stood up and left the classroom . The geeks stayed in their seats not moving, silent.After several minutes you could hear the shuffling of desks. You'd think that's not the strangest thing they did you were dead wrong. The
The objective of this report is to provide an in depth analysis of the retailer Charming Charlie, in regards to store layout, design, and visual merchandising. Emphasis will be placed on the store’s attraction to the target market, layout organization, and brand image consistency. Charming Charlie is a women’s contemporary jewelry and accessories specialty retailer. The following information is based on the observation of the Charming Charlie’s location in Ashley Park, which is a shopping center in Newnan, Georgia.
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
A typical routine of a fourth grade student in Five Oaks, Michigan shifted immediately when the unfamiliar substitute teacher entered the classroom. Mr. Hibler, the students’ normal teacher, came down with a cough and wasn’t in the classroom for a few days. Inside the school setting is where all the important and developing events throughout the story occurred. The students were used to the typical memorization of facts, predictable subjects, and uneventful classroom teachings. Miss Ferenczi disrupted this normality of the routine of a day the students had. “She said that the Egyptians were the first to discover that dogs, when they are ill, will not drink from rivers, but wait for the rain, and hold their jaws open to catch it.” (Baxter 256) The facts and statements she said to the students engulfed their thoughts. Leading them to be confused, intrigued, and curious to hear more. These were feelings they never expected to feel at school. While, more often than not, Miss Ferenczi was presenting mythical, untrue, or incorrect facts, the students mindsets shifted in the classroom. Boredom no longer invaded the students whenever Miss Ferenczi was speaking. “There was no sound in the classroom, except for Miss Ferenczi’s voice, and Donna DeShano’s
Suddenly, I recognized the building. Just last week, I had visited the exact same campus. My eyes explored the hall in front of me for the second time. It’s Early College High School, I realized. This
I unplugged and turned it off in a hurry. I goggled at the school--it looked like a castle from a story book! I was grinning like a fool, as Prefect so kindly told me (and I retorted saying that he’s got a stick up his behind--he didn’t seem to get it, and it made me go “Ha Ha!” internally, even if he did, I wasn’t paying much attention, as my focus was on the school). I began to bounce excitedly in my seat. “This is going to be awesome!” I whispered under my breath.
As I walked inside, all of the students and including the teacher sat in a circle, in the back corner of the classroom. The teacher started an activity by asking “What is the best way to start the day?” and before I knew it the entire classroom began to clap in a specific pattern. The teacher then continued, by facing the student to her right and saying “Good morning __(Students name)__”. Once
Have you ever detested one of your school years? Did you get into a lot of trouble over frivolous, immature actions? Did you have one of your beloved family members kick the bucket? Or forced your frail teacher to astonishingly collapse and be swiftly wheelchaired to the drafty, hushed atmosphere of the office to the point of them retiring?
I suddenly jolted up and nobody was in the room,it was weird to have nobody in the room in the middle of the class. I checked the clock on the wall and seen it was only 9:00,classes still should be going on. Especially history, they just had to put history first thing on the morning. As I looked around the school for somebody,as the intercom system went on in one room I quickly raced to the room.
There was a thirty-minute drive, forty if you counted the ten-minute delay we had to sit through, between my apartments and the building the class was being held in. A long, quiet, boring thirty-minute ride in which I suggested we play the despairing game of I Spy. It was so horrible I don’t even want to talk about
Kaboom! In the matter of seconds a fun time can turn into a panic of terror. Looking around, seeing the sheer excitement on everyone's face. Not one of us had second guessed this idea. It was completely silent, not one cricket chirped, in the dried out grass clearing. Although it is a peaceful little place, it's not going to be so soothing and tranquil any longer. Now came the roar of the explosion, echoing through the wood. A violent blast of burning hot air hit my face. Shrapnel of glass bottle pierces my skin. Gunpowder and debris from the oak wood tree dusted my lips, having a bitter disgusting flavor. A blinding flash of light dazed me, white spots began to spread around my line of sight. The sounds of laughter at the campfire, cars passing by, and the wind whistling through the trees suddenly all went quiet, but a rising tone of a broken amplifier replaced all the other noises, causing us to become disorientated. Not even being able to hear the crackling of leaves beneath our feet, over the insane ringing.
I hadn’t noticed how much the conversation had become heated. I had unknowingly stood up from my seat, the palms of hands slammed onto my desk. I had been seething with hatred, my face blotchy and overheated. Mr. Hartford had a look of pure disbelief on his face. I breathed out and looked around the room at the students who had been staring at me. Some had their mouths open in awe, while others looked at me with disgust and hatred. Someone had begun clapping and other had begun to join in, which had me shrinking back into my seat. The bell rang, causing a long needed disruption.
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
It was a raw, blustery March day and I was leading four classmates to my house to hash out the remaining details of our current English presentation. When I opened the door, however, I received a surprise. I had not anticipated my mother still being home and neither had my group members. Their faces turned slightly blank, as if they were trying to hide their confusion and surprise. The previously relaxed atmosphere had become very formal and quiet. I had seen this before.
When considering the effects of a bipolar disorder on human life, one will realize that it is no simple disorder. In fact, bipolar disorder is immensely complex and bewildering even through a large amount of research and time has been spent studying it. Although there is a lot of information not known about bipolar disorders, it is important to recognize the current knowledge. Thus, the goal of this paper is to provide an analysis of current knowledge of bipolar disorder, including explaining the effects, causation, and incidence of the disorder.
After I was allowed in, I signed in to the computer system as a guest and headed to the classroom I would be observing in. On my way to the classroom, I couldn’t help but notice that not much about the building had changed. As I walked downstairs to Ms. Gerke’s classroom, I even noticed that my kindergarten teacher still worked there in the same exact classroom; I was overwhelmed with nostalgia. In the distance I could hear the chatter of students in classrooms and piano music and singing in the music room.