Ms. Peterson Narrative

In the novel Uprising by Margaret Peterson Haddix one of the main characters, Bella, chants “We will not be stupid girls. We will not be powerless girls. We will not be useless girls” (330).Throughout the novel three girls who are Bella, Jane, and Yetta discover that being a women in America during the 1900’s is not acceptable. All three girls face many challenges. After Bella lost her family and Pietro, she changed in many ways such as, she became more independent, it caused her to meet friends, and it lead her into joining the strike.

In the First Grade I had Mrs. Stevens as a teacher. Ms. Stevens was about 35 or 40 at the time, 2002, in Alba Michigan. Ms. Stevens had grown up and went to the same school her entire life. This school was very very small, an average of 12 students per graduating class it was a K-12Th. The county was a population was about 1000 and less than 150 kids in the school. In 2000 my mom fought for Asperger diagnosis and the school at the time did not have a single teacher who was certified in special education. Along with this diagnosis came with an ADD diagnosis. The class was small, there was 7 kids in the class and my friend Jahkaya and I were the only girls in the class. Jahkaya was also the only person of color in the entire school.

This may not be the type of story that one is looking for as an extra credit assignment, sorry to say, but it's what you're going to get. As a teacher, one might be looking for a story or a poem, which in a way this is a story, the story of how a young man figured out how he was going to type this assignment. But first he want to let people know that even though they may be a teacher or mentor, that doesn't mean that life is all of a sudden fair. That being said, the teachers don't always get exactly what they want, despite the fact that they could give someone a zero for writing a paper with this style or format. He realizes that the teacher wanted a story or poem, and as he said before, he has a story; this is just

Sophia Peterson is a 12th grader and a girl of wretched countenance, never encouraged of a smile. Sophia is very austere with herself and didn’t give interest in her new town, or new school in North Brunswick, New Jersey. Sophia is from Broadview, Ohio and had never been interested living anywhere else. In late-December, Sophia’s parents decided they needed a change of scenery after losing their older son, Derek, in a tragic house fire in their hometown... Derek’s sudden death was a great calamity and Sophia had no say in this arrangement to move, except to pack what was left of her belongings.

After Phyllis claims her sweater, we go to lunch. All I could think about was how mad I was at Mrs. Price. When lunch ended, we went back to the classroom. I was so mad at Mrs. Price I had to say something. I stormed up to Mrs. Price’s desk and said, ‘’ How can you even remember me wearing the sweater when it’s not even mine?!” I went on and on until Mrs.Price stopped me. Mrs. Price said, “ Rachel! Come with me right now!” I knew that wasn’t a good sign. Mrs. Price and I walked for a while until they got to their destination… The principal’s office. All of the sudden, I felt even more sick than before. Once Mrs. Price and I walked in, there was no sign of the principal. Then the most embarrassing part of the day happened. Since there

April Walker was a new student at St. Nicolau High School and so far it has not been what she had expected it to be. When she first met her teacher Mrs. Johnson she embarrassed herself to her and the whole class by slipping on the wet part of the floor. Everyone started laughing, April also laughed with them trying to fit in with what the class is doing. When it was time for lunch she sat alone while others were gossiping about her and how she goofed up on her first try. Mrs. Johnson sat down next to April. “I know that it's hard to fit in on the first few days or so but- trust me and our class, and they’ll come to you sooner or later”. That cheered up April, when she walked back home with her brother Henry , he felt dizzy and very weak. His eyes also looked very drowsy. “ Are you ok”? April asked .“Huh”? Henry answered. Henry felt cramps and bruises forming on his back. Henry felt straight to the ground. “Henry, Henry, Henry”! “Help”! When April’s dad was driving by he noticed April crying for help and Henry straight on the floor. He parked and ran straight at them. “Guys, what happened”? While April explained what happened April’s dad was driving to the hospital. “I hope we’re not too late for Henry”! April said while crying sadly. When they arrived the doctor took notes and examined his body. The doctor found out he needed a severe surgery that will be on his lifeline. When they were waiting April’s mom showed up with a couple of tears rushing down like a streamline through her face. “ What

We have also discussed about the Peterson family’s situation. For Pam’s situation, Algeria told me that what she can do first is to help Pam determine if she is actually pregnant or not. Second, if Pam is pregnant, then the doctor will prescribe her pre-birth vitamins to make sure she stays in a good and healthy condition before the child is born. Third, after 37 weeks, her pregnancy is considered full term. When her child is about to be born, they will provide labor and delivery during a child birth for her. After the baby is born, newborn babies usually born with variety of problems, the nurses in neonatal care unit will encompasses care for infants who experience illness or sickness after birth. After everything is settle down, we can look

Billy then said,”why are you inexpressive, are you dead?” Then Bob’s head fell to the side, he was genuinely tired. “Um ok” Billy said. Bob and Billy arrived at, “Matthew’s School of Apprentices.” Their school was prestigious milieu, it had won top rank in the world 3 times for grandness and par excellence in teachers for kids to death to year ratio, and that was 7, it was an goings-on for the Hoi polloi. The school had opulent, virtuosos, and suzerains. Bob and Billy’s parents were grandiose, as both Bob and Billy savvied. Bob and Billy carpooled with Bob’s sister, Rose, she was 17 years old, she had blue eyes, green and red hair, and she was 5’4. She looked after the boys, except for those times Billy chased Bob with his guns. They both consistently behaved when she was around, she was congenial because she was tremendously friendly to the whole populace. Rose talked to the boys in a good-natured voice perpetually since she started talking. Bob and Billy arrived at their school, it was already 8 o'clock, nevertheless Rose’s clock was 5 minutes wrong. Bob and Billy both said,” marvelous!” Billy and Bob walked to their first class: Math, in Billy’s brain, he was thinking,”oh cool math”, but in Billy’s brain, he thought,”Oh i’m so amateurish!” In 10 seconds Billy and Bob both said, “ Did you study for the math assessment?” Billy said” Yes, I did, Bob, did

　　“Miss Rose, it’s your turn,” The teacher sat down at his desk. His sharp, ridiculing eyes followed the speaker’s every move. She slowly walked up to the front of the class. She raised her paper to her face and began to speak.

I had barely gotten it open and read when Tiffany snatched it from me, her nails scraping across the desk like cat claws. Tiffany smiled wickedly to herself and hurled it to Emily’s desk. The folded note slid across the table to her and she grasped it with her thin fingers before it hit the floor, almost catching the attention of our teacher. As Emily scanned the hurtful words on the page that stung like venom, she clenched her fist and grabbed her bag, disappearing out the classroom door while our teacher called after her. The class became dead silent, until a lone “Ooooooh” from the back of the classroom caused everyone to erupt into a fit of giggles. I thought about running after her, but the laughter just encouraged Tiffany to egg it on. “Drama queen

She turned in the paper to the lady. “The results will be given after three days”, the lady said. Monica was nervous for three whole days, and when the fourth day arrived the announcement was made. Monic got first place. She couldn’t believe it, and her father especially couldn’t. That day her father, and her went out to eat as a celebration. “I can’t believe you won!” said her father, “Maybe you are capable of getting that degree, and become a teacher.” “I thought so too,” she said. After the huge celebration they drove back home. “Well,” she quietly said to herself, “really did it

My attention was quickly drawn to a book club called “Coffee with Linda” Each student had an option of five books pre-selected by her to read and report to an assign dates for “Coffee with Linda” night. The book I chose was called “A Beautiful Child.” The night assigned to “A Beautiful Child” for “Coffee with Linda” three of my classmates and myself gathered after class with Professor Linda Wilbur. She went around the table asking each and every one of us questions about the story and characters. The book was about a seven year old girl who was trapped in silence and her Teacher who never gave up on her even when everyone else had. Wilbur’s last question to each one of us was “Why did you choose this book?” It soon was my turn to answer her question. I froze, beginning to feel the anxiety build up I knew I had to say something; however, at this point it was a battle between my brain and my courage to either say a shallow reply or be truthful. I decided to be truthful; at that moment I felt my body fight against me. I began to say, “The reason I choose this book is because I could relate to her struggle being a selective mute myself.” Once I realized no one's eyes looked at me in judgment I continued with my story. Professor Wilbur was, so graceful and delicate with her words in response to my confession. At that very moment, hearing someone of her

Micheal, I agree with you on being able to tell a story. I learned in my first English class with Mrs. Burlenson, that writing is like painting picture where your reader can imagine what you are trying to say. Since that class I always try to paint that picture where the reader can read it and be able to visualize what was

Another two students arrived ten and fifteen minutes late. I explained the purpose of our lesson and allowed them to catch up by reading the story with which we were working. The process description itself was very clear to them and the timeline relationship between tense and time resulted simple towards this purpose. We reviewed the new vocabulary and applied it to different personalized scenarios. We proceeded to the writing exercise, which was my general objective, in addition to the lesson plan’s main aim. The students wrote their story based on their business processes, hobbies and life experiences. Each read their written production to their classmates, who discussed them, aided their correction, and provided feedback as groupwork. Results covered the full range: from excellent to deplorable. Although his classmates understood him, one my students could not express his ideas articulately, probably due to emotional stress resulting from the loss of his mother; another wrote something very short because he had to leave for a meeting; yet another did quite well and one did very well. I noted that their production scarcely utilized phrasal verbs.