My Day In My Life

It all started because my family was going to Jack’s basketball game for the day, and my parents let me miss school. Missing school always was nice because I could have a day off, but I hated making up the work. It was always hard for me to understand the material without someone explaining it to me. My parents made me get my work the day

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

One beautiful Monday morning, everything was calm (for now). I woke up very fresh, excited, and ready to go to school! It was a nice and sunny day, the best way to start a week. I woke up at 6:00 a.m and had a lot of time to get ready for the school day. After that I wore my clothes, did my hair, and brushed My teeth. Next, I had breakfast that included cereal, milk, and apple juice. My sister and I went outside and saw that my dad was waiting for us to get in the car, so that he can take us to school.

It was a sunny Monday morning before school, except we didn't smell the usual bacon or sausage. So we went down stairs and checked the clock. It was 12:30 P.M. Mom kept us home from school. We asked why, and she said “We are going somewhere that will change your lives.” My brother and I ran upstairs to get our stuff. Most people have suitcases that have their initials,but my brother and I are both A.C., so we have our names. Mine, Atticus Ceallach and his, Albion Ceallach. We both grabbed our suitcases, and packed whatever we could fit (which isn't a lot). As we were packing I saw a picture of me and my friend Brooklyn at summer camp. That was the next summer of my life. I thought about how much I would miss her, and a tear rolled down my cheek. I slipped the small

Starting the day, my sister and I were rushing out of the house to the car, so we sped down the road. The day was steamy and hot, and you could smell the fogginess falling down from the sky. We slowly got out of the car, parked by the activity entrance, we simultaneously glanced at our parents, I could feel the anxiousness spewing from them. Then we picked up the pace and opened the school doors, as I walked in I saw Jordan, a previous varsity player now senior, crumble to the floor

As i'm riding to school on my bike I realize i've forgotten my backpack I start riding home and when I get there I pack my backpack and lunch. Then I ride to school. When I get there I lock my bike in the bike racks. I stare at my schedule I had mr lo first period. The bell rang and all the students piled into the classrooms. I got to mr lo’s class it had science equipment everywhere. We started off playing a get to know you game which was quite boring until mr lo did a diet coke and mentos experiment. Before we knew it first and second period were over the day was going fast.

Easily agitated or alarmed; tending to be anxious; highly strung: thanks Google for the definition of nervous, but according to my first date that's an understatement. My first date was not only the most memorable day of my life ,but also the most embarrassing. From the first kiss to the hospital, December 20th was no typical first date. Even though I love a crowd, this is a little difficult to share, nevertheless i'm going to tell you guys about the most memorable day of my life, My dreadful most disastrous, yet astounding first time that I went on a date with a boy.

On a Monday morning, I was awakened around six o'clock to get dressed. I put on my red button down shirt and my skinny navy blue uniform pants, put my hair into a ponytail and I was ready to go. I went into the kitchen to grab the box of Frosted Flakes and pour it and the milk into my bowl. I ate breakfast at home because school food is horrible and scanty. After I ate my breakfast, I rushed out the door to catch Big Yellow and was on my way to start my day. The bus pulled in front of the Tunica Middle School and everyone got off the bus and went to their first period. Before telling the rest of what happened on this day, I would like to point out a few problems I had. There were many problems that brought me to my decision at the end such as a young immature boy, his girlfriend, and his girl on the side.

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.

Today was September 12, 2012. I had woken up like any other normal day and was getting ready for school. I typically don’t eat breakfast, but that one simple mishap can lead to the unbelievable. Little did I know that only in the matter of a half hour of arriving to school my whole day would come crashing down. I had arrived at West Jay Middle School and had got my books and went to class. I was in eighth grade then. I felt normal like any other day, but it had appeared that I had been wrong.

The started off just like it did every monday. I grabbed a coffee and a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit. I drove my truck into the parking lot and parked in my regular spot. I didn’t see any students, so I thought Mrs. Trinidad had either postponed the school day or she had a surprise assembly and they were all in the Auditorium. Right before I went into the west building I seen Mrs. Trinidad walking frantically to her car. I knew there was something wrong.

While sitting on the ground in our living room watching Disney channel, I heard the front door open and close, and then the shuffling of shoes across the hall. As I turned off the TV and peered around the corner, I saw my brother just getting home from school. Before he had the chance to put down his backpack, our mother appeared from the stairs and asked him, “How was that physics test? Did you remember everything you learned last night?” I saw him look down at his feet, twiddling his thumbs. Within seconds, our mother was infuriated and scolded, “This is what happens when you procrastinate and don’t do homework until the day before the test. Your father and I pulled an all-nighter with you in hopes that you would learn and actually understand the information. Start focusing on school, and less on your video games! You need to do your homework!” With that, our mother shook her head and walked back up the stairs.

“Get up! It’s time for school!” I heard my mom yell through the house from the living room. It was my second year in Junior High, seventh grade. Beginning a day not know how it is going to go is common. It's like any other day. You wake up and get ready for school or work thinking it's going to be the same, and maybe hopefully something new would happen. On the day I had broken my wrist felt like any other day, I had woken up to the smell of breakfast. The smell of bacon lingering was very ordinary in my house. Considering I got up around the same time as my parents, or five minutes or so prior to them. I had walked into the kitchen expecting my mother to be the one cooking bacon, but was surprised to see my dad doing so. I had forgotten it was his day off and was happy to know he

My Monday had started out like any other normal Monday in high school. I woke up late, rushed around to get ready, and off to class I went. At 11:05 a.m. every day I was released from class at Locust Grove High School and I traveled to Northeast Technology Center in Pryor to attend Pre-Nursing class for the rest of my day. At NTC, as a high school student, we had the opportunity to take classes there tuition free. We had a substitute in class that day, so, of course, we convinced her

It was close to the end of the day when I headed toward my seventh period class. My schedule said that my teacher was named Mrs. Counts and she taught math. After looking at my schedule I shoved it back into my locker and began my trek to the C block. When I got to the C block I stopped and realized that I had been so caught up with trying to stay under the radar from the mob of high school students that I completely forgot both my teacher’s name and her room number. By that time I was all alone in the hallway sifting through any memories that consisted of this missing information. Suddenly the bell rang jolting me from my thoughts. Fear welled up inside of me and I frantically started to look around for anyone who could help me. After what felt like hours but was probably only a few seconds a teacher found me standing awkwardly in the middle of the hallway and asked me if she could help me find my way. I told her that I was attempting to find my math class and forgot both the mane of my teacher and where she was located. I could feel tears well up in my eyes as they threatened to spill over. A panicked look crossed the face of the generous teacher that was trying to help me and she asked my grade. I told her that I was in seventh grade and even before I could blink, she knew exactly where I was supposed to go. I