Personal Experience : My Best Friend

At the end of my first grade year, I moved away from the small, rural town near Vienna where I had lived since I was born. On my first day of school at Lincoln Elementary, I quickly made friends with two girls in my class named Pam and Kelly. Pam and Kelly introduced me to their group of friends that were all in our second grade class. For the rest of the school year, this group of friends was who I played on the playground with everyday and talked to in the classroom. After a great first year of school in Marion, the time came for my third grade year. Every year at Lincoln, there is a day that is close to the beginning of the school year where the students can come to the school to meet their new teacher and look at the class list to see which of their friends is in their class. On that morning, I went to Lincoln to find out who my new teacher was. To my dismay, I found out that all of my friends from second grade had a different teacher than I did. After finding out that I was not in class with any of my friends, I knew that I would have to find a new friend to talk to in my third grade class in addition to having all of my friends from second grade. At the beginning of my third grade year, I hung out with two friends I met named Phyllis and Erin. As the year progressed, I started to hang out with Angela who would soon become one of my best

It was the first day back at school for a new year. Many of us still longed to be on holiday, carefree and careless. It showed on our faces as we grumpily and wearily made our way along the corridors to our House Room. This year our form (11) had a new student. When we walked in we all just looked at him, scrutinizing, mentally noting anything unusual. There was something about him though, but I couldn't quite see it. Nobody interacted with him at first - the teachers were all around him, then he was set free, for us students to talk with him, I didn't talk to him myself, rather I just listened to the questions of others, which, he answered them faintly. They ask him questions to get him talking, to get him relaxed, but he simply answered

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

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!”

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

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

The sun was beating down on me as I apprehensively stepped up to the big box that held the folder with my fourth grade teacher’s name pasted onto the front. Helpers were asking my name, but my mind was on the awful rumors about Mrs. Glassic. A hand was reaching down into the box, shuffling through the folders when abruptly, it came to a halt. It felt like years, but eventually, the manila envelope arrived in my hands, labeled “Mrs. Glassic”. As my stomach dropped I thought back to a week before, when I heard awful rumors about the meanest, strictest teacher at Green Valley, Mrs. Glassic. On the first day of school I was apathetic and not looking forward to the school year. Quickly, I found myself growing closer and closer to Mrs. Glassic, the patient and encouraging teacher that is determined to find what’s best for her students. For those characteristics, I admire her.

On the first day of my observations, with the fear what might happen, I walked over with a friend. Ignorantly, I did not know where the building was on my high school campus. Upon arrival, my friend introduced me to the teacher, Mr. Stafford, he was kind, accepting, and welcomed me with open arms, unexpectedly. I sat in on the class several times to take notes and do interviews. Distinctly recognizable behavior, from kids sleeping to playing games to leaving midway through to get food, was what I witnessed. It was reminiscent of any other high school class. After all, they were simply high school students.

Today wasn’t your average day. I woke up with an awkward huge smile that stretched from ear to ear. Obviously I was over anxious, and filled with excitement, like on those rare days your mom treats you to dinner. It was all because today was my best friend’s birthday! From the vibrant blue skies to the aroma of breakfast with unfortunately had passed, that aside today was going to be perfect or so I thought.

I was sitting half asleep in my biology class, watching the clock tick. After what felt like years, the bell rang. I dashed out of school to catch up with my best friend, Nancy. We usually walked home together since we both live two blocks away from our school, Cranberry Heights.

2:35 a.m. Even though it was something that I had experienced before, the pain still took me my surprise. And it was only the beginning. I had finally fallen asleep around midnight. My parents had come down to Indiana for a weekend visit and we had stayed up a little late enjoying our visit with each other after the boys had gone to bed. There were two bedrooms in my little apartment and I had given them the use of mine, deciding to sleep with my two children in the other room. Being two weeks overdue with my third child and still working full-time as a waitress, I practically passed out when my head finally touched the pillow. That is, until a bad cramp woke me from my peaceful slumber. Still groggy from

June 8th, 2008 was the day my whole life turned upside down. It was a hot and humid Sunday afternoon. My blond, curly headed six year old self was taking a nap on the couch in our living room with a huge window that looked out over our front yard. I used to love to stand at that window during the summer and look at the bustling neighborhood. My mom and little sister were taking a walk around the neighborhood, while my dad was in our garage tinkering with something.

Been 6 months 194 days, 8 hours ,49 minutes , and 20 seconds since I lost my best friend. These past couple months have been horrible for me. She is all I think about on a daily basis. Everything I do is for her. I remember this day like it was yesterday. All the tears, memories, laughs, conversations. Kamilion Jenkins meant a lot to a whole bunch of people. She was filled with laughter, love, smiles, everything you can think of. All the memories we had together, the night I heard the bad news, and the day we said our last goodbyes are the days I won't ever forget.

To start, I really enjoyed this assignment, it gave me a ton of validation in the growth and self transformation I have been working on in these last few years. About two years ago I really hurt someone that I deeply cared about and it sent me into this spiral of questioning who I was and what I stood for. It felt like I had lost my morals and I was now on a path of rediscovery. I was also taking Professor Bess’s Being Human class at the time so there was a lot of introspective learning in that environment as well. I decided to ask my best friend of 10 years, Marnie, my best friend from my Israel program, Yossi, my “love/hate” friend from the same Israel program, Julian, and my best friend from Goucher, Kira. Each of these people have seen me through some of my worst times and share my same blunt honesty.

It was about 6:00 A. M. on a warm Friday morning and I Zach was about to have the best day of the school year. The Food Fair was finally coming to our school. It happened all year but this particular year was the best because I finally saved more than enough money to actually buy food. I brushed my teeth, rushed on my clothes, quickly ate my breakfast and hurried into the car. I rapidly urged my mom to hurry up. I wouldn’t be late to an amazing school day.