Narrative Essay On Area Technical School

The familiar aroma of coffee fills the air as I enter the not so common area. I feel very bewildered in the labyrinth of hallways searching for my classroom just like I had stepped into corn maze as a child. At last, I locate the secluded room tucked away inside the massive building. Even though the number on the door matches the number on my schedule I am still second guessing if I am in the right place. The door opened up as students poured out. Finally, I took my seat at the back, trying my hardest to sit down unnoticed. My hands were shaking as I wrote the class name at the top of my paper. After what seemed like ages the professor proceeded to

Suddenly, I recognized the building. Just last week, I had visited the exact same campus. My eyes explored the hall in front of me for the second time. It’s Early College High School, I realized. This

I was hopeful that the day would be a success. It was the same routine in a new environment. Fortunately, my first day at Larned High School started like every first day before. The principal, Mr. Langdon, gathered all the students and welcomed us into a new school year. His speech filled the room with excitement and optimism for the new year. After the ground rules were set we set forth for our first class. I would never have realized the challenges I would face in Biology. My instructor, Miss Moser, started off the year with a stern no-nonsense policy. Fear swept over the room. For the first two weeks, I did not dare speak, and I did not wish to cause any trouble. As long as I did not say anything I could not be wrong. To start the class, we began reviewing what the class should already know. It was difficult to figure out what I needed to know because she had such high expectations for the class. After the longest hour of my life, the class was finally over. I bolted

Little Falls Community Schools have taught me so much knowledge in my thirteen years. I thought I knew a lot of information when I entered the high school, but I guess I was wrong. These past four years I have learned so much material from my teachers. Four years ago, I thought economics only dealt with money and that calculus would be really hard. Turns out, economics is not just about money but also about externalities and market structures; however, calculus is still hard. I have absorbed many different kinds of knowledge in my four years at Little Falls Community High School.

The start of my 9th grade year at Elsik High School was chill. Even though most of my Friends from Killough went to Taylor or Hasting High School. Elsik has a campus just for the incoming freshman. I wasn't that intimidated about being a freshman because all of the incoming freshman were together. Its was hard for me to make friends. So I decided to to join Elsik Might Ram Football. Since i Joined the football team I met NIck,Tim, Correa,Luke and others that played football. Playing football help maintain an A&B average. Elsik High school had two buildings. One building was just for the freshman and other building was for 10 through 12 graders. I couldn't wait to be in the other building Because the other building known as main campus at all

I open the door to the school hallway. Inside I hear the chatter of many students at once. There were dozens of people in the area, and I was slightly overwhelmed. This place I have entered is what I wold come to know as Quest Middle School, one of the most stressful, but interesting two years I have had in a long time.

I had arrived at my destination- a lot sooner than I wanted to. I hurried in the classroom to get the best seat, which was always in the back row by a window. The professor walked in with an energy that I had never encountered before. She carried herself with an air of confidence. She spoke with certainty. She introduced herself and dove right into the first lesson before the first five minutes of class were even over. She informed us that today we would be introducing ourselves to the entire class. I could feel myself becoming nauseous. My hands started shaking and my mind started sorting through a million cliché facts about myself. I could not seem to think of my favorite color at the moment. I am an average, boring, normal eighteen-year-old girl who has a crippling fear of public speaking. That is as far as I got before I heard the professor call my

The bell rung and with my heart pounding out of my chest, I exhaled and sped to my first class. A million thoughts were running through my mind and I couldn’t have asked for more. A new school and a new start was bound to shake the nerves of my body and the air around me. My brain was spinning and my hands shook as I held onto the door that seemed to hide a different dimension. Oh wait, there was a line to get inside. As I fell in unison with my peers, I thought about this thrilling experience.

You enter the large set of double doors leading into the main hallway of yet another new school. Your mind drifts to your old school as you observe your own reflection in the glass insets of the entry doors inviting you into a new world. A world you’d rather not be a part of, not now. This is not a new experience. It’s one that keeps repeating itself over and over. Larson Junior High will make the second school you’ve attended in the short time of being a ninth grader, and a total of eight schools since beginning the first grade.

I arrived at Frontenac High School at the normal time during morning break. I had a lot to accomplish today since I hadn’t seen my cooperating teacher the last time I visited. I noticed that towards the end of year, cooperating teacher has been very busy.

I clutch the right side of my stomach where the butterflies are relentless. As I step into the school, the stench of chlorine hits me like a brick wall and stings my eyes. My finger tips drag along the cold brick wall occupied by vibrant posters advertising bake sales and dances. The thumping of basketballs on the floor echos throughout the dark halls. At the end of the hallway, a light shines on a smiling blonde lady sitting with her arms crossed at a wooden table. The pressure to be perfect floods my mind.

Melody stood shivering against the stinging wind. Her eyes leaked frozen tears onto her cheek and her face was turning red from the biting cold. It is her very first day as a student at Brigham Young University Idaho. She’s excited and terrified at the same time. She feels horrible unprepared and wonders if she crazy for being here. Melody is on her way to very first class as a college student and is already hopelessly lost. She wishes so bad someone would stop and give her directions, but she is much too shy to ask so she simply stares at her torn map flapping with the rhythm of the wind, too flustered to be able to understand its directions anymore. She knows she is running out of time to make to her class and is terrified about making a bad first impression, so quickly and silently Melody utters a prayer of guidance. Moments later a student passing by asks if she lost and points the way to the hidden Romney building.

What a day! This was supposed to be an enjoyable night, but I could have never imagined it would end like this. The day's details were tumbling around in my head, like a bingo spinner, and I still could not figure out what went wrong.

The building labeled B appears to be the main building for courses at Local Community College. Students walk in and out of the building all day and stop only to enter a classroom or buy food from the vending machines which fill one corner of the building’s long hallway. Often, students sit on the chairs that line the walls while waiting for a class to start, but for now the hallway is nearly empty and waiting for the ambush of students.

I didn’t recognize anyone’s faces and I didn't feel welcomed. But, I didn’t give up, I came to this school because I wanted to achieve in becoming a better person. So I tried to make myself comfortable with the school’s system, I asked questions to the students on how the system is like for this school. They gave me answers, and I became more and more aware of the school.