Narrative-Simon Test

Telly, player of lacrosse and educator of freshmen, was leaving from his fourth block class, science, now on the way to lacrosse practice, his position is attacker. Telly’s teacher, Dr. Howard, was pretty rude and disrespectful to Telly Machus. She always made him do work that nobody else in the class had to do. Dr. Howard was disrespectful to majority of students but made sure she was disrespectful to Telly. “Do this extra work or face the extreme punishments!” Dr. Howard would exclaim at Telly.

1.) Explain to me your thought process behind this move, why are you considering the relocation? How does this move contribute to your future goals and aspirations?

As I stand up I tell myself to not make any sudden movements and to be quiet. I open the curtain. I look around everywhere but I can’t see the shooters. ‘BANG BANG‘ shots are fired in the direction of the small office the children and I are in. I quickly close the curtain and duck down in the corner. Panic started to envelop me. They saw me, I’m not safe. I look around the room in hope that there will be something that can help me. “Yes!” I thought to myself and the school-wide phone caught my eye. I crawled over to the phone and press my room number into the keypad. I press ring and hold the phone to my ear. Nothing. There was nothing. No sound - nothing. The shooters shot the phone line. I'm screwed. There is nothing I can do. The two men are going to shoot me. I say to myself over and over out loud, “Be optimistic, you will get through this, be optimistic”.

A few days later, I am handed back the test. Per Ms. Evans’ usual policy, there is no grade, just an assortment of checks and X’s. My eyes zoom in to find my mistakes, sure that I had approached every question from the entirely wrong angle. The more I examine it, however, the more I can tell that I actually only made a few small mistakes. Nicholas Chan, next to me, remarks “Wow, you actually did pretty well!”, the surprise in his voice unmistakable. For some reason though, the trepidation and dread do not leave my stomach. I ask myself,

I raise my arms above my head, waving them back and forth as trying to get the students attention. She looks confused, almost wondering why I’m trying to alert her, even with Daniel being in clear sight. My arms’ direction changes from a waving motion to a shooing type motion. Realizing Daniel has clearly seen what I’m trying to do, he alters his focus from the classroom, to the door. I finally rid of the imaginary super glue holding me down to the floor and hurl myself on top of Daniel. As my body flings forward, the door opens. The unfamiliar female comes in and pulls out a weapon out the back of her pants. By this point I’m atop of Daniel. Being the same height and weight, he manages to throw me off of his back. I quick feel the butt of his pistol make hard contact with my skull, knocking me down the ground. My eyesight beginning to haze. I vaguely see three students still alive, petrified. Needing to fulfill my moral duties of saving them, I turn my body around. My face being greeted by an uncomfortably close Daniel and unspecified girl. He’s crouched down, looking straight at me while he appears upside down from my perspective. I watch a blurred and hazed Daniel pull

I wanted to go into the school, i wondered why? There was a gun fired, I ran in unnoticed by all the screaming people that ran away from the man. More were fired, 4 bullets, worst outcome: 4 corpses. I made my way through the crowd and saw him shoot

Everton was a seventeen year-old male student from my Algebra class. Everton loved to socialize and enjoyed activities such as video games, computers, and playing basketball. When observing Everton, one may notice that he is neither afraid nor ashamed of his unique sense of style and how others may perceive it in the school. Everton loved experimenting with vibrant hair colors. On the first day I met Everton his hair was bright aqua blue, the color of our math textbooks. On my first day of teaching the class I felt the need to be extra stern especially when it came to the boys at Abraham Lincoln High School, a school filled of over 3,000 rowdy students. I figured there was no way the students would think to chump me like they did to the teacher before me, who had been teased until she cried in front of the class. “Put your phone away now,” I demanded. From my vantage point, I could see Everton’s cell phone light shining as he was still scrolling through what appeared to be his Facebook account. In pursuit of snatching his phone, Everton got up and began to verbally shoot me right back to urban “reality.” His words and displacement of anger was the pistol and he had opened fire on me. There was no college course that prepared me for that experience. For three days, Everton was defensive and lashed out at me when I asked him to complete his Algebra assignments.

I had enough confidence on my ability and knowledge that would help me do great on the midterm. I predicted an A on the exam based on the instructions I had followed for taking the test. On the exam day, I logged into the CANVAS where the midterm was located and after signing in to the midterm exam, it looked so simple. First part of the test was vocabulary which didn’t take me more than 5 minutes to get over it. The second part of the exam was the reading part. We would read a passage and then answered to the four option questions. Everything seemed as expected. During the exam, I felt confident that I would score A as it seemed as I got them all. I got as excited as I was progressing through my

At least I wasn’t alone in my frustration of trying to find something to do to make it through the painful moments of the class. Finally, my list of numbers was dwindling as the clock ticked ever closer to the magic moment when the bell would finally ring. It was with great anticipation that I waited to make the final mark. When the bell

     Through out the day I reunited with my old buddies. They were glad to see me back they knew I was going to get my revenge. I didn’t want Dixon running the program here at the Merced High so I was going to do something about it     . I got the boys together and most of our senior class we discuss about what kind of riot should we break out and though about what our consequences we could get by doing this. We all came up with an idea we’re going to all be late to class, you figure that there are only so many snipers that they cant get us all. Our main idea was to blow up the main office, the attendance office, and one big part of the school’s class rooms, by doing that there basically

It was the day of my oral reading level test. I sat in the chilled classroom on the scorched school summer day. This classroom was, of course, like any other generic classroom, books, desks, whiteboard, everything you could want, but there were plants, lots of plants. My teacher, a short, cheery lady with light yellow hair and rosy cheeks, called me up to test. I stood up, walked over to her big, wooden desk, and stood there waiting, staring at the big, bright blue wall behind her. It was cluttered with a lot of treachery stuff, cabinets, shelves, extra pencils and pens, ect. I was feeling very confident

So i told Christa to ¨stay behind the tree and hide, and i will go attack people.” I ran down the hill shooting blindly. As soon as i got down to the grassy area it was me Paige and my Dad. I shoot at my dad because he is the biggest threat, and i have to keep dodging the shots Paige and my Dad are shooting at me. Then i take out Paige and i was getting very confident but then i look at my dads gun and he still has three lives left. So i take a few shots then take a quick reload and keep on shooting. My dad gets to cover behind a chair. Then he takes three shots and he hits me one time and i said¨wow lucky shot¨ and i shoot back a bit. Everybody out is cheering. Then my dad takes a few shots and ¨boom¨ I was shot again Then i to the base where everybody is waiting when they get out and i sit down. Then i gave my sister a hand signal to show her that it´s just her and my dad. Then she slowly creeps down the hill shooting my dad. Once she gets the the bottom of the hill and she jumps onto the grass she is shooting like crazy. But my dad got the first show on her, and when you get shot you have to wait three seconds until you can shoot again, so my dad had the advantage. Then in a flash Christa was out. Then Trey runs to the grass yelling because he won.

It was a hot day, sunny and wet. Kendall and her mother Cheri were moving into a new house with her new father Tom and his daughter Courtney. Kendall slowly unpacked her belongings into her new light blue room. She had shoulder length brown wavy hair. Her fair skin was

“We will have test coming on (don’t remember the day, I was 11 and who pays attention to small details)” said Mrs.(I don’t remember her name either. I never did like that teacher, unlike this one English teacher I have called Mrs.Smags). Test day was coming and I could see it flying through the light blue sky with beautiful light feathery wings. On that test it was written, NAME. I was so nervous; I thought I would even get that question wrong. You see the problems with test, not the literal test, is that I could never ever be perfect at them. I am a human, a flawed human. As shakespeare once told, “Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness

Thur. 11/30: I had the second exam for the class with the mean professor. The TV spent 30 mins trying to explain the question. It was only one question. In total, we had 3.5 hours to do the exam; I still didn’t finish it.