Mrs. Roll Research Paper

Ferdinand Joseph LaMothe or more commonly known as Jelly Roll Morton started showing signs of being musically talented at a young age. Joe “King” Oliver grew up in New Orleans, so it was a given that he was going to grow up with music and want to learn how to play it. Sidney Bechet grew up in New Orleans as well and taught himself to play several instruments that were laying around from his brothers band. Louis Armstrong grew up extremely poor in the streets of New Orleans and learned to play the trumpet on the streets for money. Duke Ellington grew up very well in Washington DC and was taught to play instruments. These artists grew up poor, rich, average, taught themselves, taught by professionals; it really didn’t matter and it still doesn’t

I’m sure many have shared stories of their high school experiences and can relate when I say those four years have taught me many lessons. During this time, I’d come face to face with the fraudulent friendships, temporary romances, and other high school dramas that my parents once warned me about—those of which I simply brushed off as myths. It wasn’t the 90’s anymore— times have changed and people are different—or at least, that’s what I thought.

The fresh faces of the 2016-2017 sophomore AP English class looked up at Mrs. Belles, some expectantly, some apprehensively. Among those faces is Francine Lamasko, a girl of 15 years of age, newly refreshed from summer and carrying her completed summer work. Decidedly, she thinks to herself, this will be a meaningful year of learning, of growth, and of fun. She is ready.

Scott Hudson enters J.P. Zenger High as a freshman, along with his three best friends,

~The kids at school have been raised to be cruel to new students, instead of helping them settle in and becoming friends. “That first September four Duvitches—Irving, Benny, Abe and Esther— registered at the local grammar school. Mrs. Lovejoy, the principal, said they were bright, conscientious, pathetically eager but almost pathologically shy. Before she could put a stop to it, some of their classmates scoffed at the leaf, lard and black bread sandwiches they ate for lunch, huddled in one corner of the recreation room, dressed in their boiled-out ragpickers’ clothes. After school they headed straight for home, never lingering on the playground.”(page 4)

Friendships is a poem by Erica Fryberg that can relate to almost anybody who has experienced real and fake friendships, as it is about the speaker’s perspective on friendships, and the difference between having real and fake friends, forced friendships and real friendships. Through a comparison of friendships and furniture, the poet uses a humorous tone to describe friendships, making the speaker relatable. I particularly enjoyed this, as on a personal level I was able to relate to this, as a student at a school where teachers attempted to force unnatural relationships multiple times. Overall, this poem was an engaging poem, which, through language and poetic devices, clearly described the difference between real and fake friendships.

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

On January 31, 2001 Logan Marr was found dead in an unfinished basement, yards of duct tape surrounding her, and a foster mother claiming that she just fell and hit her head. Sally Schofield, a respected caseworker at Maine's Department of Health and Human Services, had taken Logan in 2000. By 2001, 5 year old Logan would be dead. “I just want Sally Schofield out of my life forever,” Logan’s mother says, 16 years later, “She’s ruined my children’s lives and mine. She took an innocent child from this world for no reason.” Logan’s death was a tragedy that highlighted the problems in Maine's child welfare systems. The mistakes that were made were unforgivable, but a lesson learned from DHHS.

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.

The school year approached its end. Another summer to spend alone by myself. The cycle had been repeating since I was in grade school. Sadness choked me as I returned home and shut my door. Every year, the resolution was the same: I would try to make friends next year; however, every year, I felt myself falling back down into the same trap. By the time high school began, I no longer felt the numb sensation of sadness or the flow of tears as the final day of May became the last day I talked with my “friends.” I no longer expected to make any friends, or, more accurately, I no longer expected to be able to make any friends. The sheer possibility of befriending an individual appeared to me as foreign as speaking in latin. When I walked into school, what should have been a site of chatter, opportunity, and growth appeared to me as a form of imprisonment and torture; however, unbeknownst to me, I did have friends; something of which I did not recognize until years passed by. I grown attached to certain conversations; there were times where I felt the need to initiate a conversation rather than waiting for someone else to make one. It was not until one of my friends told me,”We’re your friends aren’t we?” when I realized I was not longer

Peer pressure and judgment was experienced by Jack and Summer, in response to them being friends with August. Rather than abandoning August and falling into peer pressure they dared to face all of it together, despite the fact that they needed to risk and sacrifice friendships, with the intention to make August feel he is not alone and somebody understands him. They both stood up for him and got to be great companions with one another. I sat with him that first day because I felt sorry for him. That is all. Here he was, this strange-looking kid in a brand new school. “No one was talking to him. Everyone was staring at him. All the girls at my table were whispering about him. He was not the only new kid at Beecher Prep, but he was the only one everyone was talking about”, (“Summer - Pg.119). Jack and Summer became great friends with August even though it was hard due to

Beginning with my first psychology class, I have connected with Abraham Maslow?s ?hierarchy of needs? where self-actualization is at the apex. Beyond this firm internal conviction that self-actualization is the ultimate goal, I have struggled with exactly how each of the various schools align themselves with existence beyond the self to attain the self-awareness that I believe Maslow was intending. In researching various

In my thirty years of teaching high school English, I can look back and name a handful of students who seem to me LARGER than life. At an extremely young age, these students demonstrate an innate capacity for maturity and a rare knack for radiating kindness from every fiber of their being. They restore your faith in humanity and remind you of the basic goodness in today’s teenagers. One young man who joins this elite group of students is Isaac Cross, a gentleman through and through, and a scholar who earned the distinction of being in the top 10% in his 2017 graduating class at Alpena High School.

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.

Christine is the only child in her family and she did not really fit in in school. She barely has any friends, as she does not really like socializing. At home, she is also lonely as her parents are busy with work, even on their day offs, she can never find the time to bond with her parents as she will be busy with after school activities. Her grades in school were good, however, her teachers were worried about her in terms of how anti social she was. One of her teachers, Mr. peters, decided to forward this situation to her parents.