My School Day

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

My house is crowded with my relatives and friends; my friends and family are here me to wish me good luck and safe journey. My heart is full of mixed emotions. I am scared and sad but excited 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 way from my house before. I have always been surrounded by my friends and cousins. My friends have always been with me in my good and bad times and I cannot imagine a day without them. I never thought of leaving them. I didn’t realize how my life would change because of a ‘yes’. My childhood friend Sadiq, who moved to America ten years ago, asked me to marry him. Everyone in my family liked him so without thinking of anything else I said yes to him and we got married in a year, when he visited Pakistan. We were really 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 new country, where I don’t know 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 airport but I also felt happy inside my heart. When I was at the airport with my family, my grandma kept saying to me, “you have to call us at least three times a day when you get there.” My mom said, “Take

I woke up alarmed and breathing heavy. Fear coursed through my veins. Was it from the recurring nightmare I had for the past week or what was to come that day? I didn't know. Both seemed pretty bad to me and I wished neither of them would have to happen, but they did. That day I had my first day of school. I wouldn't mind if it would have been the year before, this year was different though. This past summer was the hardest thing I've done. I had to say goodbye to everything. My friends, my home, everything that ever made me happy. The only thing that I brought with me was my very precisely chosen wardrobe of cool toned shirts and expensive bottoms and my old and useless cat Luna. Our new house was on the edge of town, the richer side. But that didn't mean anything to me, neither did my dad’s new job. Nothing about this new start made me happy. I was perfectly fine in our old home, I had tons of friends and I was close with all the girls on my softball team. Everyone in the town knew me, and I knew everyone. The only person from our new town I knew was the sweet old lady who lived next door who brought cookies the day we moved in. She was a lot older than my parents even, probably in her seventies, but looked a bit younger with all the makeup she wore. She looks nice, but also like a typical rich older woman with all the expensive brands and jewelry she wore. Everyone in this neighborhood is like that though, and I feel out of place. I'm not usually the type of person to

To those who have not graduated high school, it may seem scary, but at the same time exciting. I’ve been in the same position of people telling me “you won’t graduate.” For a lot of people, graduating high school is a goal. My mom would always tell me, “without a goal you won’t get anywhere in life.” It takes time out of your day and effort to achieve your goal, I’ve always been told “work first then play.” I got told by one of my teachers that “Graduation is at the end of the school year, and the beginning of your new life.” I can almost remember this moment like it was yesterday, my mom saying, “Desiree today is your last day of high school, you need to get up and get ready.

It was December 23rd, and it was a cold snowy and windy day that morning when I woke up. It started with a warm hot chocolate with pancakes for breakfast. Then I hop in the car with my mom to ride to school at 7:15 because she works their, and I go to school their, so I ride with her. When my friends start showing up to school I know this will be my last day of school with my best friends since kindergarten, so I knew I have to make the most out of today. It started by playing football in the 3 feet of snow with them, and then the bell rang.

“Shy’Drea Burriss to the office for early dismissal.” In my head I knew I had to pick up my sisters from school. Had volleyball practice after school and didn't know how this was gonna work. Their school was about 15 minutes away and practice started at 4:15pm that day. We had to rush back to my school so I can change my clothes and still be prepared for practice. I had to be at practice on time. This was my last year to make a great impression for myself as well as try-out for captain role. I knew with sports and watching my sisters I had a lot of responsibilities to take in. Had to keep up with my time as well as my

An excuse is a reason or explanation put forward to defend or justify a fault or offense. Some excuses are the truth, but some are lies. On my last day of high school, I was driving my mom’s new vehicle to school. At the parking lot, I was trying to back the car up and adjusting my parking. But I ended up hitting an electricity box by accident when I was backing the car. I looked in the back camera before I’m backing up, however, I did not pay close attention to my left side, right side, and rearview mirrors. While in the process of backing up, at first, I thought this time it would go smooth. But as soon as I have that thought, I heard “boom.” That noise is unforgettable. At that point, I lost my mind. After I had adjusted the parking, I’m walking to the back to check it out. Those seconds of walking are genuinely hefty. I’m speechless, the dent on the car was very obvious. Various ideas have flow through my mind about how I should handle this situation. This matter ruined my excitement about my last day of high school. I decided to tell my mom that I damaged her car by hitting an electricity box because the back camera shows nothing and I had just had got my license for about a month.

The last bell of the day rang releasing all of the students. Most of the students went home, except all of the soccer students. As I picked up my bag, I walked towards the locker room. The soccer team sounded like a bunch of animals in the locker room. The whole team was changing into our bright red uniforms. Positive energy flowed through all of the players. “Are you ready?”, my friend asked. “Yes!”, I replied as I nodded. The speaker was dancing, and playing loud music. We all packed our bags and were getting ready to head out to the field. Out of the locker room we followed the long hallway that lead to our destination. The lights of the hallway came down like solar beams. My stomach began to turn of nervousness. The never ending walls of the hallway seemed like we were traveling through the desert. At the end of the hallway to large, grey doors were waiting for us. The doors opened, and the sun greeted us.

I was in 7th grade starting to read The Outsiders in class, I absolutely loved it so I rode my bike home as fast as I could. I had stayed up late until I finished the book my eyes tired and drooping from reading for so long but itching to get this book finished. Once I had finally finished it I was so happy but ready to find another great read I could sink into. I had always loved reading and learning new things in general. I wanted to know how things worked and was naturally curious but somewhere in my school career I had lost my ambition to learn. I began to think I was too stupid for all this, I was developing a fixed mindset thinking that I couldn’t gain any more knowledge than I already had that I was stuck. When I should’ve been fostering a growth mindset, trying to learn from my mistakes and grow from them. In my school career I have had many times I have fallen into these two mindsets or lost motivation all together.

“Tomorrow is it!!! The day we all graduate and become high school students.” This was my thought as we were coming to the end of school. I never thought about being ready to leave middle school. It felt just like yesterday when I was the new kid in 2nd grade. Time flew and now i'm a day away from graduating.

Every day after school I watched Amelia run towards the High School, her backpack bounced with every step. Even now in High School she runs behind the school. She’s looking for something, or going towards something. I have never talked to Amelia. I have never seen her speak to anyone unless necessary. I also have only seen her at school. She seems to never leave here, as if something ties her down.

No teenager enjoys awakening to the sound of a noisy and annoying alarm clock. Rising from bed at five or six a.m. with heavy eyes and stumbling to the shower is no way to start the school day, especially when having worked on homework until 11 or 12 p.m. Half asleep, high school students pour their cereal, eating and thinking like zombies. Even as they make it out the door, the sun is still down and the sky is still dark. Thankfully, once the students have eaten lunch, they are moderately awake and finally somewhat functional after being half asleep for the first four morning periods. This energy is enough to last a whole two to three more periods before the wonderful sound of the 2:30 bell. Is this really the best way to get the most of out the day’s lesson? Is there a way to increase the amount of energy students can have for those four morning periods? As much as students love leaving school as early as they do, there is better way to get the most of the learning experience, and the answer is more sleep. Because students are so tired in the morning and are not getting enough sleep, high school classes should start one hour later and end one hour later to encourage more sleep and give students more energy to learn.

This course has been the most challenging year of English yet, which is fitting because it culminates my last year of high school. In fact, I am writing this piece on my last day of high school. This is one of the last English classes I will ever take. I am not planning on majoring in English in college but I have truly learned to see the beauty of language I use every single day. It may sound cliché, but there is nothing more fulfilling than being able to express myself on paper. Thirteen years of English class (twelve excluding kindergarten) and in one year I finally learned comma placement, how to competently write a paper, and how to use databases which are a college staple. This portfolio is full of papers I have written using the knowledge attained throughout the course. All of the papers in this portfolio are from ENG 112 as it is the second semester. Although I thoroughly enjoyed writing some of the papers in first semester, I believe my skills were used more effectively during the second semester. I had more time to process my writing in the spring semester, which allowed for improved work.

On a sunny Wednesday afternoon, Joe was sitting at home. He was anticipating his first day of school tomorrow. He is 12 years old and in the 7th grade. He was somewhat excited for school, but also nervous because he is going to a new school with no friends. He wants to try making new friends. He currently lives with his big sister and grandma. Her sister’s name was Jess. They lived in a house in Chicago, Illinois. He will be attending Cherrygrove Middle School. This school was racist towards Indians. They didn’t want any Indian kids going to this school because they were worried it would start a controversy. They have had past encounters of problems that included the Indians.

The time is 7:00 AM. At this instant I need to take a quick shower and get ready for school, but to be honest, my life was totally unfair, what really worries me is who’s going to my hair. There no doubt in my mind that my life was unfortunate, for the reason that my single mother was completely busy working all day, coming home too late to have some food on the table. The first thing that I remember when I was 7-year-old was my mom and I living in the same house, sharing the same bed and bathroom, not to mention even when she was at home there was no close connection between both of us because she come home so tired that she didn’t have time to ask me how was your day at school. Even though, my mom was too busy playing the role of my