A camera can only capture so many memories. There are a lot of people that make up the memories in my life. Some memories are good and some memories are bad, but these events make me who I am today, and who I am becoming as an individual. The flash was blinding to my eyes. Thinking to myself, I hate pictures. Today was my first day of second grade in a new school. Not knowing anyone in the second grade scared me quite a bit. I have so many worries!!! Will I get lost? Will I make new friends? Will my teacher be mean? “Get in the car.” said mom. “I don’t want to go” as tears roll down my cheeks. Looking out the window on my ride to school, I could only think of negative thoughts. As I stopped crying my mom finally has a chance to talk to me she said “have a good day sweetie, today will be great!” I did not know that at that second but soon I would. Walking into the classroom, I find my name on one of the desks. As I take my seat the teacher walks up and says “You can go outside if you want and play with the other kids.” Getting up from my seat this girl says “Hey you want to be my friend?” “Sure!” I said. “What's your name?” “Miranda” she said. So for the rest of the day we talked and laughed and before we knew it, it was time to go home. Right as I walked in the door my mom was there to greet me. I told her all about my day and how I want to go back already and how this year is going to be great!
Going back to that moment would be terrifying. But the
It wasn’t long until summer, this being my last few days at this school. I really liked this school but mama said “Oh, you poor child we must go your father has just got promoted again.” I knew that was the end of that. Mama doesn’t like when I argue so I don’t. As my papa got home I said, “How was work.” He did not respond to that though so I took it like he did not have a good day. I thought to myself I wonder did he have a good day mama said he got promoted. As I walked into my room to change into my play clothes I heard my friends yell, “Dude you coming out?” I sighed, ”Yeah.” I darted down stairs and told mama that I would be back before dusk. I ran outside and a man came up to me and said, “Listen kid I’m goanna kill you if you don’t give that hat and that watch too, OR ELSE!” I started to run and he chased me to the city and of course I fell. The man grab me by the arm and said “if you eve-I cut him off “If I ever WHAT?” He punched me in the jaw and I laughed “A girl can hit harder than that!” For my smart mouth he did again this time my loose tooth came out and I told him “do it again might make ya feel better.” I finally out of his grip and when I got home I got in the shower and after I put my pajamas on. I woke up and got ready for school. I
“In the 2013 NCAA tournament Louisville player Kevin Ware suffered a horrific injury to his lower right leg while attempting to block an opposing player’s shot. Six months later, Ware was healed and back to practicing. He was lucky (Patterson)”. Over the years in college, college athletes are going into debt on behalf of them not being paid to play in sports events. College athletes are in need for money when they don’t have enough to pay for food or clothes.
In chapter two of The True Story of Pocahontas,the authors of the novel summarize the relationship between John Smith and the Native Americans. To begin, Pocahontas has less freedom than the average Powhatan child. According to the story, the Powhatan kingdom is made up of 30 tribes most of which have a werowance (leader). All tribes also have a quiakro (priest). In 1607 when John Smith settled Jamestown, the Powhatan quiakros decide that they want to form an alliance with the English.
I stepped into Mrs.Swartz’s 2nd grade class and I was frozen because,none of my friends were in her class.Just a ton of strangers.On the outside it may have looked like I was calm,but in the inside I was going all over the place,and I was so scared.There were name tags with cute apples on them,and all I could think was”Oh great,I have to sit next to a boy.”There was this girl in my group that seem a little hyper.Well,maybe more than a little hyper she was like “Hey!What’s your name!” and I whispered in a shy voice”Dinara.”Then I asked her and she said “Bri.”
It was that time of the year ,which was back to school, it was the day ,I got to meet my 8th grade teacher ,I was sweating and had butterflies in my stomach. It was coincidence to find my friend Sheyla at the parking lot. Sheyla said she has met her teacher ,but needed a few more supplies ,so she was just back from getting her last supplies. Sheyla’s family went with us to met my teacher ,and I was glad to see her because it was quite a while since I last saw her. Later, after we left Berkmar grounds,I went to Sheyla’s house and we hangout the rest of the day. It was the first day of school, usually I would be feeling nervous,but today I wasn't ,which was good because I didn't want have sweating hands and a racing heartbeat. I arrived at Berkamr and went straight to homeroom ,I found my seat and waited. My first day at school wasn't to bad because the only thing
After a short ten-minute walk home from school, when I finally arrived at my house, I flopped onto the couch. It was a Friday afternoon, and I was ready for the football game that night, and for the weekend to begin. My mom was sitting on the couch across from me and asked me how my day at school was. I described to her what had happened that day, and the stuff we did in my classes. As we get done talking about school, she inquired
I took my seat after the bell had rung waiting for my teachers instruction. Today was the day I dreaded the most, grade check’s. My teacher called us up to her desk one by one, it felt like I was being called to the judge's bench. The room was dim; the only light came from tall white lamps in each corner of the room. I could hear each person breathing heavy, there were only ten of us. I picked up my head and looked around the room. Everyone sat twiddling their thumbs waiting their turn anxiously. A girl at the end of the table had her head resting in her hands while breathing deeply. The teacher called her name, and I felt my stomach turn upside down; I was scared for her. As her grades were read aloud tears rolled down her face. She returned to her seat defeated. Her sister sat right next to her shaking her head in disappointment. Her sister began to scold her in front of the class telling her how
The public uses propaganda every day to form opinions of events. There are so many examples of propaganda that we see daily that it is hard to find the perfect example of how the public and propaganda form a relationship. After, thinking about it I realized that throughout my day I had fallen into propaganda many times throughout the day. For example, as I was grocery shopping I argued with my sister over what the best option was for the bread. We argued that the wheat was better because it was 70 calories a slice, gluten-free, along with multiple other advertisements on the front that suggested it was the best option. Of course, I fell into propaganda through these advertisements I began to form my opinion and believe this bread was best because
I saw the school and then we pulled in. I walked in with my mom, gripping her hand tight as i could. When we walked in there were kids everywhere and i noticed i wasn’t the only kid who was scared and gripping their moms hand. So i felt a little more comfortable. A bell rung and i guess that meant it was time to go to class. My mom walked me down the hall to Mrs.Laura’s class. When i saw every kids parent in there i felt alot better. But then what made me feel even better was that i saw stacey, my moms best freind. And standing right beside her was my best friend ryan. My mom and stacey started chatting and i started talking to ryan. Me and him have been best friends since birth and it was best feeling i have ever had that me and him were in the same
Bbrriiinngg! The alarm clock rang as I woke up to see sunlight pouring in through my bedroom window the day had finally arrived the first day of school I spent so much time worrying over this one day I got out of bed got dressed and had breakfast I was very anxious about starting a new school in a new state as I shove the last bite of cereal into my mouth I started to worry what if nobody liked me how could I make it through the year I had to stop thinking about everything that could go wrong and start thinking about the below opportunities when my dad pulled up to the front of the school I felt like I had a million little butterflies fluttering in my stomach I got out of the car and walked to the big black metal doors shining in the sunlight
It was a Monday morning in october, a work day. I usually would go to school but I had the day that monday for parent teacher conferences. I was in second grade. Even though I had off of school, my mom still had to go to work. She worked at a private school, which didn't have conferences that day. My alarm went off, and I crawled out of bed. I “Why do I still have to get up early? I don't even have school” I thought, as I dragged myself across the hall to the bathroom. I got myself ready for school, and my mother and I were out the door.
It was a bright, beautiful morning. My first day of middle school, I was so nervous! I was ready. I got up out of my bed, grabbed my cute flowered dress and white sandals, got dressed, and looked awesome. Well, that's what I thought. When I went upstairs, my nanny looked at me and said “you look so cute!” Sadly, my mom wasn’t there for my first day, but she texted me and said “hope your first day goes great. Love you!”. I went to the kitchen where I saw my sisters looking all pretty and stylish. They looked at me and said “You look adorable, are you ready?” I said “yes” apprehensively. I grabbed a granola bar and was off to school. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to start middle school, but I knew I had to. So, I tried to walk in with confidence.
It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, I sat in the kitchen table eating while my mom cleaned the house. The calmness of the house was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing, my mom answers. I look over to her and see her face flooded with tears, my heart sank to my stomach, I had never seen her that way before. Stuttering my mom says “hurry get into the car we’re leaving.” She hurries to gather her purse as she yells
When I was little, I used to be attached to my grandparents. My grandparents used to live next to my family in Puerto Rico. When I was a little girl, my sister and I we loved to spend the whole day with my grandparents at their house. The reasons we loved to spend the rest of the day in my grandparents’ house was their food and the coffee. My grandmother used to make good food, and every time I ate I would lick my fingers. Another reason that I love my grandparents were the way they taught us how to be good kids, and help others when they need it the extra help. The day I left them to come to Boston it was unfortunate for me because I was never going to eat the food that my grandma uses to make and drink the coffee that my grandpa used to
It was 5th grade,walking into my new classroom,fresh start,fresh school.It was humid outside and the sun was out.My game plan was to wing it. But I was nervous because I didn’t know anyone or anything about this”new school”. I often wondered to myself “are the kids nice? Or are they mean?” Then a couple hours later I was settling into my new classes.In my homeroom I met this girl named Skylar she was nice,pretty,kind and funny I was so relieved that I met her because I was so nervous that I would have nobody to sit with at lunch.Skylar and I started to hang out with her.