I have always been in love with the game of softball. I love all the competition and the thought of working at it brings joy to my heart. I could always go to the field to get my mind off things and just focus. But in May of 2015 my life changed and I had a whole new mind set on everything.
Kyndall Fritz~ I am a member of the girls’ varsity tennis team. I am a year round competitive swimmer and I plan on swimming for Wheatmore this winter. In my spare time I like to hang out with my friends and go to the beach. I am an active member in my church youth group. My friends would describe me as a funny, friendly, and kind hearted person.
My eyes repeatedly peered to the stands which had a crowd of at least four hundred students eagerly waiting as we were warming up. Observing the crowd I noticed the left side of the field was full of students in orange Parkview High School shirts while to my right students were in purple Brookwood High School shirts. It was the Lacrosse Region Championships between Parkview, the school I played for, and, Brookwood High School. Both of our schools were ranked top ten for biggest rivalries, we knew it would be a fight to win the most significant game for us.
It just made things easier for the bullies and things worse for me. Louis and I remained in Wildcats East. I was afraid and sometimes I never wanted to go back. I thought the bullying would have stopped. Now that I am not in school anymore, I feel safer, not threatened or bullied by anyone much anymore. Pretty sad I tell you how school life had to turn out the way it did.
“Fight, fight, fight,” was the chant that so often filled the halls of West Monroe High School. The teachers heard it every time but always hid in the teacher's lounge for fear of being attacked. This was the legacy of WMH, fights, student riots, and terrified teachers.
It was 7:00 in the morning when we arrived at the Johnston City High School. Once everyone arrived at the high school, we got on the bus and headed off to Benton. As we stepped foot on the bus, we all sat there quietly, nervous about the results of this game. This was the game that determined whether or not we went on to state. Coach Simon and Coach Shane gave us one of their what we like to call "before the game warm-up talks". We were all nervous of course, but we were all determined to win this game. We had been looking forwards to winning regionals and going to state the whole season and that day was the day that we gave us the opportunity to go to state. After the thirty minute bus ride, we finally got to Benton and once we got there,
The warm breeze blows past me as I open the door to the Sweetwater Middle School. Shouts and hoots of excitement about the New Year came from behind me as I speak amid my social circle. It was going to be a wonderful year with delightful students and teachers. By the end of the year I knew to have been mistaken to think it would work out for me.
3 years ago I was a green belt in taekwondo. I liked taking taekwondo lessons and my goal in taekwondo was to reach a black belt. But my mini story is about when I was a green belt at a tournament at the Northglenn High School gym. Tournament day was a really fun day because all the taekwondo schools in the district got together to spar, and show what we learned to the other schools. The sparring was my favorite part of the tournament, I was not the best at sparring because I wasn’t aggressive enough as the other teachers told me constantly. But today I was doing really good in the sparring tournament and was beating all the opponents that I faced. I was getting really excited because if I kept doing really good I might get to the finals and win
Transferring to Carencro High School was really terrifying. I was a Lafayette High School student and we just thought we were the best school since we were an A school. Like “ nobody couldn’t tell us anything.” That been my mindset for the past 3 years since I’ve been there. I remember there were times I was like” I can’t wait to leave that school.” I honestly didn’t think I would be leaving so early.
Both the defeated and the subdued occupied opposing wooden benches lining a McKinley Hall third floor hallway that radiated an antiseptic smell as if having been vaccinated to prevent a spread of the disease afflicting the accused. The dead-end corridor led to an ornate door with intricate raised panels and a brass knob, which insulated the torture chamber─silent as a tomb. An adjacent Grandfather clock executed time. The Board had convened early to debate final judgments and delay contact with those about to meet the gallows, an altogether Poesque orchestration.
I arrived at Frontenac High School at the normal time during morning break. I had a lot to accomplish today since I hadn’t seen my cooperating teacher the last time I visited. I noticed that towards the end of year, cooperating teacher has been very busy.
Every person has to overcome obstacles as they grow. Some obstacles are larger than others. One of the largest obstacles that I have ever had to face still haunts me to this day. I can remember every detail that occurred on September 30th, 2015. On this day, my school, Harrisburg High School, was traumatized by a school shooting.
The first free public high school for African American kids has opened up in Washington, D.C. Preparatory High School for Colored Youth so far only has an attendance of 45 students with one teacher named Emma J. Hutchins. The school is currently being held in the basement of an old church. The school hopes to expand and get more faculty and students within the coming years.
September 6. It was my first day at Rogers High School. My heart pounded as I drove into the parking lot and picked a spot. I glanced towards the front door, chewing on the corner of my lip as I made my way over. My eyes darted left and right, landing on the one person I knew. The bell rang, he showed me to class; Graphic Design. I walked into classes, immediately, people started to talk to me. I was astonished! This is something I was not used to. At my old school, I never really felt as if I could be myself, speak out or share my opinions. I made myself smaller to fit in. I knew from then on school will be enjoyable.
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