My Day In Thailand

what I remember most. The feeling of sadness rested in the pit of my stomach for days

I started out in Lindbergh at the age of three where I went to preschool for two years. I remember taking naps, playing on the playground, and snacking the most. After I finished preschool I went on to kindergarten. My first year riding a big school bus vs the small they use to pick us up in for preschool. I remember my kindergarten teacher Ms. Dorn who taught me the alphabet and how to count. My first grade teacher Ms. Hansen taught me how to read, write, add, and subtract. I remember my second grade teacher Ms. Welinski who help me further my education in the world of history, math, reading, and writing. My third grade teacher Ms. Cox retired my third grade year, but her lasted year she taught me how to write in cursive and to multiply.

Within those 13 summers, six of them I spent attending Japanese public school. Going to a school in Japan was very tough. I would have regular classes, get homework and speak Japanese the entire time. Though it was tough, it was a lot of fun. I made so many friends, I ate great food, and best of all I was speaking only Japanese the entire time. Overall it was such a great experience being able to go to two different schools in two completely different countries.

Kindergarten began for me in 2011, when I was five years old. My teacher’s name was Mrs. Rowlett at Mountain Home Kindergarten. I don’t know how I felt, really. I remember having nap time, but I could never seem to fall asleep. In 2012, I started 1st grade, at Nelson Wilks-Herron. My teacher’s name was Mrs. Barnes. She wore glasses, and she was awesome, from what I

I started off school at a little preschool called Goddard School, Miss Jackie and Miss Karen were the first teachers I’d ever had. We did the usual preschool thing… nap time, snacks, and learning the abc’s. But the highlight of my preschool experience was the Bubble Lady. The Bubble Lady filled a pool with sudsy bubble mix that had a large bubble wand in surrounding the wooden block that was big enough for two people. Riley and I stood on the wooden block as a fragile bubble surrounded us. I still have the picture sitting on my fridge.

I started school at the YMCA, and it was pretty cool it was basically an indoor playground that we occasionally learned stuff in. One time our teacher brought in a coconut and let us try some and I learned that I don’t like coconut. Halloween was coming up so we could dress up in costumes, I was Lighting McQueen. I got my first taste of video games, which is one of my favorite hobbies, with the N64. My first game was Star Wars Rogue Squadron a game where you shoot down TIE fighters.

At the second primary tour that we visited, we were given a quick tour of various classrooms throughout the school, in which we spent about 5-10 minutes each. This school is newer, and the walls are very bright, with the teachers working hard to cover the walls with educational information and posters. Each classroom was working on studying a different country to put on display for the entire school, and each classroom would make a flag, talk about various animals, and some

The day start like every  normal day. I remember waking up at about 7:25 and took a shower after that i put on my school uniform. I remember I had coffee and with a baguette (a long thin French bread made from basic lean dough).  Before I left my house, my Aunt called me and give a $1 for lunch which was basically nothing but money is money. I left my house at exactly 8:00 o'clock  and arrived at the school right before class started. I was in 6th and if you were in my grade, recess was always at  12:30 for us. That day, at recess I bought a patty with the dollar my Aunt gave me and played soccer with my friends and I remember we made the ball using socks and plastic bags. At 1:15 in the afternoon, I went back to class with my classmate and I remember the first thing the teacher wanted was to take out our homework. I recalled  it was a math homework cause Monday homework was

My first day of kindergarten was not a happy day for me. I was scared and wanted to go home. The environment was unfamiliar to me. Entering into kindergarten at the age of four is a normative event. I recall my mother giving me a kiss on the cheek, smiling at me and told me everything would be okay and then walked away. I did not cry; I just watched her walk away. What stood out the most for me, is that none of the children or teachers looked like me. I was the only African American in my kindergarten class. I had enough sense to know that something was different.

I am fortunate to visit my beloved Maui every year and get to spend a full glorious week in Napili Bay. While watching my final sunset every year I ask for a sign to let me know that the peace, harmony, and serenity of spirit that I feel while in my Hawaiian paradise will remain with me throughout the year after I return home. A sign that will tell me that I am taken care of and everything will be okay. Once was I greeted the following morning, just a few hours before leaving for the airport, with the most spectacular rainbow I have ever seen. Its magnificence was not only in the beauty of it, but in how long it lasted, which must have been well over 30 minutes! Another time I was swimming in the ocean on my final morning and a sea turtle

Everyone has his or her own first day of kindergarten experiences. Some might have been more memorable while others still trying to forget. Mine was merely an observance and evaluation period. After I gave my mother a kiss goodbye, and placed my belongings in the cubbyhole I was ready to learn, but unfortunately the majority of the other students were not. Considering one can not get too accomplished over many loud high-pitched cries, I was forced to be patient and suffer silently from boredom.

Elementary school started out as a bore but moved on to eventually being fun and enjoyable. I grew to love school and learning during my fourth and fifth grade years at Zia elementary school. My teacher taught me the value of history and American History

I may never know what was in your mind when you sent this message to me last summer. It was only after a few days of your leaving for Cambodia, but ended up in Thailand instead. It 's been almost a year I happened to sit next to you at lost lake. I think of how it started, I think of missed opportunities. Wondering if it was all in vain or even worse...

My house is congested with my relatives and friends; my friends and family are here to wish me good luck and safe journey. My heart is filled with blended emotions. Although, I am frightened and somber, I am also thrilled and happy at the same time, as it is my last day at my house and in my country. Tonight is my flight to America. I’m moving to America, to be with my husband and to start a new journey of my life. I remember everything from my last day in Pakistan. I have never been the way from my house before. I have always been enclosed by my friends and cousins. My friends have always been with me in sunshine and rain. I cannot imagine a day without them. I never thought of leaving them. I didn’t realize how my life would turn around because of a ‘yes’. My childhood friend Sadiq, who moved to America ten years ago, asked me to marry him. Every person in my family liked him that’s why, without thinking of anything else I said yes to him and we got married in a year, when he visited Pakistan. We were excited to spend our lives together. What I didn’t realize until the moment I was at the airport that, I am going to a different country, where I don’t recognize anyone other than my husband. I’m leaving all my family and friends here in Pakistan. I didn’t know how to react anymore now, I was sad and crying as I entered the airport, yet I also felt joyful inside my heart. When I was at the airport with my family, my grandma kept saying to me, “you will

Summer 2014, it was a memorial summer, the time between secondary and highschool, when you have to say goodbye to your old friends and prepare to go to a new school, meet new friend, live in a new environment. In class, I only hang out with 4 dudes, so we planned to have a summer trip to say goodbye to each other. It supposed to be a 7 days trip, but we gotta cut it down to 4 because lack of money. The first day of the trip was good, we had an amazng time, we checked in at the hotel very late at night, I was very tired so I just jumped to bed instantly. Closed my eye, I can heard the the sound of the wave outside because our hotel is next to the beach, I started to fall asleep, wait I felt the wind coming toward me, no im falling down, I screamed, opened my eyes, it just a dream, I checked the clock, it was 5:30am, nobody was there, “Oh!”: I said, they must have gone to the port by now, it was a idea of one of my friends, sailing overnight on a fisher-boat, I thought it was a stupid idea so I refused and decided to stay at the hotel. I looked out of the window, the sun was starting to rice, I opened the window, I can smell the sea, it was so peaceful, I can see some couples walking, “This is heaven.” I thought to myself. Picked up my phone, I went to the bathroom, locked the door, I sat down on the toilet, played some pointless game on my phone, it was very hot in here so I started to sweat a lot, usually I spent like 30 mins in the toilet just surfing the internet but this