The wind was howling like a werewolf on a full moon day. Goosebumps formed on my arm as if I was watching a horror movie. I could barely see the person right next to me, we all kept dancing, hitting each other several times. But, all of this was still better than that crummy, old Miller gym. My friends’ mom walked up to my teacher just as our dance was to finish up. She whispered into my teacher's ear and as she did so her face lost some color. My friends and I all had quizzical looks on our faces as my teacher led us into the gym. I looked up at the clock, the time was 7:45 and the date was 4/10/17. My teacher never let us out 15 minutes early, but today she did and to my surprise all of the parents were eagerly waiting outside.
As I walked outside my mom came gave me my shoes and pulled me by the arm all the way to where she parked. Something isn’t adding up right, I thought.
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I slowly nodded my head partially regretting it. “Well, there is an armed gunman walking around the area.”
My face became pale and I became a ghost. I felt as if I would have a heart attack any second. A nuclear bomb of thoughts almost exploded in my head. Is everyone ok? How did the police find out? Are the police even aware? Does the zone go all the way to our house? Thoughts and worries bounced around my head like a rubber ball.
“Aditi, Aditi are you okay?” my mom looked like she was going to shake me even though we were on the freeway.
“Did this person hurt anyone”
“No, everyone’s fine, I even called everyone we knew who lived in the area and they said that they’re
The game felt like a million hours left in the last quarter of the game for b-team. We waited on the sidelines for b-team’s game to explode as, we watched. The a-team started to drink water and stretch a little for the game.
It all started at the beginning of tryouts. The week of excitement and nervousness. Everyone was already making guesses on who was gonna be on the team. Then so it started, the first day was pretty easy and so was the next. The third was conditioning day, which was the worst. Then the last two days were fairly easy too. But those days were the most nerve racking. Those were the days when the cuts were made.
During the ride home, I’m tempted to get out of the car and walk home. But I don’t, I wouldn’t know how my mother will react. About a few minutes before I arrive home, my mother says,
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
I have had the pleasure of working with children from foreign countries in a first grade classroom. In order to communicate with this group of learners, who mainly speak Urdu and Arabic, I am in constant collaboration with my cooperating teacher in order to make sure information is swift, easily understood, and created to reach the masses that I teach. Part of the reason my students have been able to succeed as well as they have without me being a native speaker of one of their languages was due to the great collaboration me and my cooperating teacher provided. We sat down multiples times a week to evaluate the current week’s work and success, plan next week’s work, and collaborate to come up with specific, meaningful work and activities
I took my seat after the bell had rung waiting for my teachers instruction. Today was the day I dreaded the most, grade check’s. My teacher called us up to her desk one by one, it felt like I was being called to the judge's bench. The room was dim; the only light came from tall white lamps in each corner of the room. I could hear each person breathing heavy, there were only ten of us. I picked up my head and looked around the room. Everyone sat twiddling their thumbs waiting their turn anxiously. A girl at the end of the table had her head resting in her hands while breathing deeply. The teacher called her name, and I felt my stomach turn upside down; I was scared for her. As her grades were read aloud tears rolled down her face. She returned to her seat defeated. Her sister sat right next to her shaking her head in disappointment. Her sister began to scold her in front of the class telling her how
My best collaborative team experience was in an extracurricular club where we had to design an underwater robot for competition. Like any other challenges, the robot had parameters that it must follow such as a weight limitation, the amount of motors that it could use, and the cost of materials could not exceed twenty dollars. My teammates and I brainstormed and mapped out any and all ideas for our robot before we critique the designs. Afterwards we looked at which plans were realistic in that the robot could be built in the 6 weeks we were given for the challenge. Once we came to a consensus on our plan for the robot, we all agreed to meet every Tuesday and Thursday to work on constructing it. Every member contributed to the final design
Consistently interact with colleagues in ways that communicates respect and impartiality whilst providing opportunities to demonstrate their needs/points of view and encourages participation
“Tori, get the girls their flowers”, Coach Fran whispered to me behind stage. The team was an emotional wreck. This was the last time that our seniors would perform with us. Makayla was stressed about her favorite girl leaving, Jamie was having a breakdown in the dressing room, and Haylie was trying to comfort her, and my coach was expecting me to be an anchor for the whole team in this situation. I quickly raced over as quietly as I could to my coach.
I want to give a good grades for my group as a whole. All the members had a good passion about this presentation, and I think the prezi is also going well so far. We didn't had rehearsal yet, though the group members are good speakers, so I'm pretty sure that the presentation will go well, too. I think collaboration assignment is a lot harder than solitary assignment, because as a group, members have their own thesis statements, main points, and different focuses about organizing the work. We should have give away some of ours, and take what we don't prefer much. Though, I liked the collaboration, because the result by group is much better than by solo. I usually considered the order of our works. I think the sequences between the paragraphs are important as the contents to inform well.
As I sat side stage, my legs twitched, palms sweat and avoiding eye contact with anyone surrounding a stressed inner silence consumed me as I gazed down at the ground, with my vision as hazy as my brain felt. I felt a sea of anxiety deep down like a swarm of butterflies trying to escape. I could feel my heart pulse rapidly increase as each second passed, as I clenched onto my surrounding teammates hands with a firmer grip. A two minute speech could not have gone any slower, and all I wanted to know was if we had made it… or not.
I am always open to help and always look for opportunities to collaborate with my team. So, among other things, I have continued to help my peers with Hispanic calls, billing questions, or reviewing their voice mail while on PTO. During this year I received reward cards for being a team player and for my positive attitude on the part of both, my supervisor and my colleagues. I am proud to be part of a great
The last formal team I was associated with at C.A.R.T high school. C.A.R.T. high school is comprised of all R.O.P (regional occupation programs), R.O.P. courses teach students about particular careers. At C.A.R.T you choose a subject that you would like to study, I was thoroughly interested in marketing and advertising. In this class throughout the year we worked in groups in which we designed an created our own company. I took the class consecutive years and a lot of experience working in group formats.
It was my first day of dance class at The Beat Dance Company and I was terrified. I’m not going to make any friends, nobody is going to like me, the teacher is going to be mean. I was standing in the hallway of my new dance studio crying to my mom that I did not want to go in when the teacher came out to get us. The teacher was towering over me like she was a skyscraper and I was an ant. She had very straight red hair and her face was covered in freckles. She was wearing a bright purple leotard with a black skirt. My mom walked me
This season he has brought a fresh voice and an aggressive mentality pulling out all the stops to make this team a consistent winner again. He has traded fan favorites Jason Heyward, Evan Gattis, Craig Kimbrel, and Justin Upton. You look at those names and you say how are you ever going to win a game again, trust me that's what I was thinking and many other fans were too. The crazy thing is I think we have won every single one of those trades or at least they are even. Let's take a look at what I'm talking