My Locker-Personal Narrative

Today same the past in the Native American Culture (USA and Canada) the White Buffalo is synonymous of Peace, harmony and balance in their life. Miracle, the Sacred White Female Buffalo Calf, was born on the farm of Master Wolf in Hollywood near Miami City. All the community of Native American are happy, they talk about the new times is coming, and the Prosperity is for all the world, is not a dream is a reality to share every time in the new path. I hope the humanity receive this gift of the Great Spirit with humility and gratitude.

Part 1: To be perfectly honest, I’ve never had a time where I have felt very isolated or very included in a school setting, well not a time that is particularly memorable. But, from talking to my friend, Caroline, she remembers her senior year of high school she was had a writing class and the majority kids in that class were the “cool/popular kids.” She recalls many instances where her teacher, Mrs. Upadhyay, would mock or make fun of the questions she would ask or the comments she would make in class. There was one instance where there were a group of popular boys in class and they were insanely chatty. Her teacher never asked them to stop talking but when Caroline turned to her partner to ask a question she was immediately called out. Another instance was when Mrs. Upadhyay was lecturing and a lightbulb went off in Caroline’s head. She thought she would say something that would really impress the class and help them understand the lecture. She raised her hand, when her teacher saw it instead of calling on her she chose to ignore her. Caroline thought it was okay though, she would wait until Mrs. Upadhyay was finished. Shortly there after, a popular boy raised his hand and she stopped her lecture to call on him. Caroline was completely appalled by this. She immediately cut off the

One afternoon, right after the final bell of the day had rung, I was at my locker, packing up my things quickly to make the bus on time. As I swung my backpack onto my shoulder, it collided with someone who I didn’t realize was standing directly behind me. I barely had enough time to register what had just happened before one of my friends yelled “Ouch! F* you Emma!” I was so surprised that someone could have said something so mean to me that I ran out of school and onto the bus. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I leaned against the window, trying to process my feelings on what the person I thought was my friend had said to me. Almost immediately I concluded that my friend must now hate me and that I shouldn’t hang out with him any more because he’d yell at me.

All I had on my mind was that my little brother was falsely accused of vandalism. When I woke up and went to school the following morning, I immediately got called to the office. There I found Branden, Bryson, and Jack. They are football players that cause a lot of trouble . As soon as I walked in, Jack said; “Jake did it and you know it.” Me, knowing this wasn’t true, raised my voice and replied, “You’re a liar and don’t be accusing my brother of something you didn’t know he did! You and your friends probably did it!” At that point, the principal and resource officer pulled the three boys into the office. Soon after, another officer walked in the door. “Emiley, come with me please.” he said. Once we walked into his office, he had the tapes pulled up from that Friday night. “Which one is Jake?” he asked. I replied, “Jake isn’t in it.” While watching the tapes, I saw a blonde haired girl, she reminded me of Anna. I asked the officer, “Who’s that girl?” and he replied “I can’t tell you, is there any reason your brother might’ve done this? Vandalism may be an act of revenge, a way of expressing a political opinion, or a means of intimidation.” At this point, I was so annoyed I got up and walked out. As I left, I walked past the football players as they snickered and laughed. While I was walking back to class, my phone vibrated. My mom texted me saying, Your dad and I are on our way to

As I am walking down the hall to Ms.Johnson’s room, I see something different. There is a sub today. I just really hope she isn’t as mean as she looks. When I walk into the classroom I get my folder and go to my assigned seat to start my “do now”. When the teacher walks in she says,”Everyone sit down and don’t make a noise unless you want a step!”

When we were playing ultimate football inside one of the players threw the ball to one of the sideline players. When he threw it to me for the touchdown I dove for it and caught the ball and got a touchdown. When I fell to the ground Jacob started running to try to stop me from catching it he was trying to slow down so he was basically stomping to try to stop himself. Then he stomped on my hand I yelled in pain Dawson helped me up it hurt really bad and then Mrs Dibbens asked me if I was ok. I said yes because I thought that it was just a little injury and it would be better by my next hour. When I went into the locker room I tried to change but my hand hurt to much. But I managed to do it the hardest part of changing was when I was putting on my shoes. When I left the locker room I was about 5 minutes late to my next period. When I got there he asked Mr. Hatch asked me why I was holding my hand. I told him that Jacob Haag stepped on my hand. I asked him if I could go to the nurses he told me yes and I

I feel my heart boom in my ears screaming at me to go home and never come back, but I can’t because the Oakwood door is already staring at me in my face. I wonder how many times I’ll shut my mouth just so I don’t have to be told to shut it. I feel the air conditioning on my skin as I sit in my seat to unload my belongings. After putting my things on my desk, I heard a loud thump and saw scattered paper all over the floor. “Sorry ‘bout that, maybe you shouldn’t always be in everyone’s way,” hissed Mister to Cool for School, “or maybe you shouldn’t be here at all.”

Then I went to language and sat down next to Makenzi, Taylor, and Itzel. Makenzi gave me a piece of gum and the rest of class consisted of reading a stupid story. Then Mrs. Morrone told us our homework which was a work book page. 10 minutes after that she dismissed us and I stopped at my locker. I opened it with ease and took out my science textbook and workbook. I sat down next to Taylor and we talked about our science fair project, which is due in January. All of a sudden, Mrs. Dainton screamed out, “Ah, a spider!” The whole class laughed and screamed. Mrs. Dainton took off her black shoe and tried to hit the spider, but she missed. She aimed again and finally hit it. She told us to quiet down and do our homework, we didn’t. Makenzi continued to laugh and make jokes. “Makenzi, come here,” yelled Mrs. Dainton. Makenzi didn’t so she got a referral. When Makenzi left, the class quieted down and continued working. Mrs. Dainton quietly dismissed us and I stayed because that’s where I have advisory. I worked on homework, and when I was done I read my book. The book I’m reading is called “After Eli”. The bell rung, I put up my chair, and I

First, my parent’s had to withdraw me from school, along with my sisters, Callie and Alisha. I remember going to school in my regular clothes instead of my usual ugly uniform shirt and skirt. “Why is she allowed to wear normal clothes today?” questioned Bailey, as she pointed at me with her short chubby finger. The room went quiet, and the class stared at me. My teacher, Mrs. Class, told everyone that I was leaving. After I gathered

Within seconds I had a decision to make. My heart was pounding, my conscious started to kick in, should I act or should I blend in? Everyone was laughing, it just didn’t feel right. It was like any other day at Tippin Elementary School, roaming the halls I stopped by this boy named Tommy. From a glance, he seemed timid, shy, and a bit nerdy but he was the kindest person you’d ever meet. On the opposite side of hallway walked the jocks or so-called “cool kids.” No one dared to speak up against them, it was as they were wanting everyone to fear them. All of a sudden the toughest of the group slowly walked up to where we were sitting, opened up his water bottle, and poured it all over Tommy. He slurred racist and inappropriate comments, kids all around me began to burst out into laughter.

“The rush of battle is often a potent and lethal addiction, for war is a drug.” This quote is the first thing that flashes across the screen as viewers begin their journey into The Hurt Locker, a critically acclaimed war movie written by Mark Boal and directed by Kathryn Bigelow (Hurt). The quote was written by former New York Times war correspondent, Chris Hedges and it perfectly sets the stage for a story that depicts just how potent and addicting war can be (Corliss). The 2008 movie won six Academy Awards including Best Picture, Best Original Screenplay, Best Director, and Best Actor in a Leading Role (“Nominees & Winners”). The Hurt Locker is an exceptional movie that contains everything one would expect from an award-winning film:

At 1:00 p.m. I entered into Evoline C. West Elementary school on Thursday, July 12 2012 for an interview with Mrs. Yolanda Lawrence. As I entered the classroom, I was greeted by Mrs. Lawrence, the head teacher in this classroom. Mrs. Lawrence has no assistant at this present because of it being in the summer. After I entered into the classroom, the entire class welcomed me with “hello Ms. Flournoy”. It made my day to see all of those smiley faces greeting me. This was a 2nd grade classroom which consisted of 17 students of which 8 were girls and 9 were boys. This interview and observation was a total of 2

There is one place where I go to when I have any problems. Stress leaves my body when I’m here. It’s also a place where I can go to make myself stronger, faster and better at sports. It allows me to get stronger and live a healthy lifestyle. This wonderful place of meeting my goals is the weight room.

The 1940s is often referred to as the most influential decade of mankind. Countless advancements were made in technology, medicine, and arts. Although this is true, if you were to look up “1940s” on Google the automatic search results yields suggestions such as fashion, hair, clothes, and dresses. These results stem from the shallow image oriented society of this decade, both through materialism and visual appearances. Understanding of his surroundings, Arthur Miller wrote Death of a Salesman in the final year of 1949. Ingrained within characters of the story are certain personality traits which define their identities. The identity of the individuals found in the play are not their own, rather the identity of the individuals found in the play are demonstrative of society and the culture.

The Death Penalty in the United States has existed in the since colonial times. Since then, there have been tens of thousands of people who have been legally executed for their crimes against man. “Capital punishment” comes from colonial times when during the process of execution the executioner would cut off the person's head, that is where they got “capital.” In Delaware the death penalty was repealed just last year in 2016. After the recent problems caused for the Law Enforcement such as the prison riot at James T. Vaughn correctional center where there was an 18 hour hostage situation and Sergeant Floyd was murdered. Also, when CPL. Stephen Ballard was killed in the morning at a wawa in Bear Delaware the decision was made after