My First Day In School

1.Contact with members of the lower castes always reminded him painfully of this physical inadequacy

"Do you know anyone yet?" I asked, only somewhat curios, but mostly distracted by the way she looked away and bit her lip when I asked about her.

There have been many studies conducted to record data about domestic violence. These studies allow police and domestic violence assistance programs to become more informed about the issue. In the United States, research shows that 10 million men and women are physically abused by an intimate partner each year. Of these 10 million victims, women account for 76% of that number while male’s account for the other 24%. Of the people injured by intimate partner violence only 34% the victims receive medical care for their injuries. Due to the abuse, victims of domestic violence have been found to have higher rates of depression or suicidal behavior. To continue, American Indian and Alaskan native women are significantly

I’m highly interested in proposing ways to create an artistic program for underprivileged youth. After coming across young children from low-income during my media project in Romania, it has inspired me to implement a program to engage youth with the arts. Some students are often gifted with the opportunity to pursue their artistic expression; I want to help children who don’t have the same equity to enjoy visual arts education in their spare time. In addition, from my previous experience with arts in high school, I want to provide a program that gives the same opportunities of artistic expression and leadership skills for young students in marginalized communities in the Greater Toronto Area.

Kerrian grinned with a wide, toothy smile. “Yeah, I thought your drawings were super cool. Hey, what class do you have next?”

On a stormy Monday morning, a girl wakes up and barely drags herself out of bed and forces her small feet across the hallway and into the bathroom. The girl steps on top of her step stool and stares back at the mirror. With tired eyes she stares at the dark skin, dark eyes, and dark cornrows covered with her favorite colorful hair beads, looking back at her. She smiles at her rainbow colored hair and shakes her head with a giggle as she hears the beads shake around, going about her morning routine as usual. She brushes her teeth with her Disney princess toothbrush, showers, gets dressed and gets ready for another day.

Being born in December, I had to start school a year later. I hated this, though I was not that much older it still bothered me. I thought everyone was judging me because of my age, and the grade I was in. However, I knew that going to high school was my chance to graduate with my class. Throughout my freshman and sophomore year I pushed myself to come out of my shell; I went to my first dance, I joined the dance club, the softball team and sung for judges. The next year I was still determined to graduate early, so during registration I pleaded my case of why I wanted to graduate early. Another reason I really wanted to graduate early was because I was turning eighteen, and being adopted I knew my mom would no longer get help for me; as far as healthcare or food assistance. I was told that there was no guarantee that I would graduate early but just in case there was an opportunity I had an alternative schedule.

“Hi, I’m Olivia. And this is Skylar and Bella. You’re new here?” she asked. I smiled.

I was in the bathroom getting ready for the first day of the third trimester of 8th grade, I was comfortably singing in my bathroom thinking I was alone. After getting ready I opened up the door and look in the hallway flustered to see my mom filming me singing. I was embarrassed and my cheeks turned bright red as I ran towards the front door to jump into my shoes and catch the bus. I went to school and it was a regular day, I had new classes and one of them was with my favorite teacher, Mrs. Gates. I never thought I would build up the confidence to sing infront of people ever but Mrs. Gates but i started to rethink that when my teacher told the class that at the end of this week on friday we will have auditions for a solo of the choir. I felt this uneasiness in my stomach and thought I was about to embarrass myself by throwing up in front of the whole class. I went the whole day just thinking about that solo.

One day, Old Major gathers all the animals of Manor Farm in the big barn. As him being the eldest and the most respected animal, he starts to tell them about his dream where all the animals live together without any human being controlling them or oppressing them. He tells them that they should work hard to create such a paradise. As he sings "Beasts of England", he once again reminds them his dream in a melodic way. His dream is accepted with great enthusiasm. His talk being a goodbye, he dies after 3 nights. Three young pigs of the farm, creates "Animalism" which is a formulation of Old Major's main principles. The plan every step of their Revolution and beat Mr. Jones, the owner (human) of Manor Farm. Animal Farm is the new name of the farm, and animals are persuaded to make Old

Zach is in his moms van driving to his new school. He had just moved to Menomonee Falls from his old home in New York. This would be his very first day of high school, he was nervous and was wishing he could be in new york going to school with his friends. The car then came to an abrupt stopped. He grabbed his backpack from the back seat. His mom than said “Have a great day at school. I love you.” Zach then replied with “Thanks, Love you too.” He hopped out of the car and walked into the huge school. Then he pulled a crumpled note out of his pocket and look at it. It was his locker number and combination. After 5 minutes of looking for his locker he found his beat up paint chipped locker. Zach grabbed the lock and put in the combination. The locker swung open with force. He quickly put his bag in it and than slammed it shut. Zach then looked at the clock and saw the time, he only had 2 minutes to get to his class. He ran to his class as fast as he could. He entered the class and saw an old balding man with blue polo and brown pants. Zach sat down it the first seat available, it was next to a boy that looked to be his age. The boy was wearing a stained yellow shirt and purple shorts. He had on a pair of glasses on and acne all over. The boy then turned to Zach and said “Hey you look new, I am Alex. What’s your name?” Zach responded by saying “I am Zach, and yeah I am new. I just moved from New York.” Alex said, “Oh that's cool” but then was cut off by the teacher. The teacher

Harper woke up full of energy and barely noticed the pain in her sore foot as she wrestled with her clothes under the covers before hopping to the bathroom on her crutches. The other girls in the dorm started to stir as their alarms went off and Harper – who always set her alarm ten minutes earlier than everyone else’s – was pleased that she was first in line for the bathroom.

“Oh of course, being late to class is always a pleasure” I kept telling myself as I made way down the maze of hallways to finally find my psychology class. Walking in I quickly looked for a place to sit and I found an empty seat in the front corner of the room. The seat was by the window, which I knew, that would come in handy if I thought the class was boring, plus it helped that nobody was sitting there except for one person. Once I placed my bag down and got myself situated, I suddenly recognized the boy sitting beside me. My anxiety took over my body and tension in the room grew thick as he turned to face me and saw the girl who had once broken his heart.

The first day of school, running in school with tears in my eyes, shredded with a wound in my heart because of my parents, dropping me off at school and leave me all alone. It was only me sitting at the corner of the entry door, all I see is strangers, run around screaming, jumping, and chasing playing with balls. Then, I started to wonder around the school, as happy as I was when I see there are foods. I lowered my backpack, reach for a couple of bucks which my mom gave me in the morning if I want to buy something to eat or drink. Afterward, I continue walking.

It was my final week before summer break came to an end. I hated being the only child, living with my parents, who needed to prepare for the commencement of school. But, what made that thought even worse was having to attend a brand new school. The physical portion of everything was already finished. To start off, I ironed my clothes, bought school supplies, and organized each piece of material I’d need to use on my first day. On the flip side, I was not mentally organized for this new chapter in my life. Being a skinny African American that stands 6 feet tall didn’t help either. Ignoring the burden of wanting to fit in, I finally executed my final task that night, sleeping. The next day, August 17th, started the 2015-2016 school