Personal Narrative: A Day At Bear Creek Intermediate School

On April 08, 2016, I arrived to my designated school, Cypress Point Elementary School. Upon my arrival to Cypress Point Elementary School, I went to the main office of the school to see the assistant principal, Mrs. Dewitt. She could not make it to school on time, due to her having car troubles. The secretary told me she would notify her that I arrived and to set me. As I waited for Mrs. Dewitt, I noticed quite a few students having to call home due to violating the school dress code. Mainly it was more girls violating the dress code than boys. I am assuming from what I saw, the children only wore clothes that they saw the adults wore, or whatever their parents picked out for them. During this time, I noticed a little Asian or Hispanic boy being brought to school but he was supposed to be at home due to suspension. The secretary asked him “Why are you at school?” This young man told the secretary that his mother brought him to school. The secretary informed him that he needs to call his mother so that she

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

Band camp began two weeks before the school year started. The director mailed all the band members the music they were required to learn. However, I ignored the mail and didn’t bother touching my trumpet or learning the music. I dreaded going to band camp the entire summer, but the day finally arrived when I was forced to go. My parents dropped me off at Niwot, I walked into the school, and lethargically headed straight to the band

Vividly, I can remember walking through the high school doors for the first time as a freshman with shaky legs and a nervous heartbeat. The school was a jungle of wide, shiny hallways filled with lumbering seniors who I thought were going to knock my books down on Freshman Friday. However, time has passed, and now I find myself to be the tall and “scary” senior. As I ponder about the last four years I have spent at Little Falls Community High School, I can not help but realize how much I have changed for the better. As I have matured, I have gleaned that beauty does not come through makeup and clothing brands, but rather through processing a good heart. Also, I have changed my career and college plans after high school, and I know that I will

For two years I begrudgingly walked into Fuller Middle School, sometimes staying home because I had a ‘headache,’ my home, as well as other places I was always resentful, pissed off, quick tempered, and just downright rude. I was a typical middle schooler going through family changes. I wore band tees and ripped skinny jeans to every event my mother would let me--including to school, I constantly violated dress coded until I found my way around authority and the policy, listened to heavy metal, colored my eyeliner on until I looked like a panda, and generally tried to make myself appear unapproachable. That’s when my mom began dating the man who I would eventually call my first lifeline.

At a school in Texas called Hickory Hills middle school in 1999.It was a normal day for Timothy John he was stealing a nerds lunch.

Day one of the trip we rode a travel bus for 24 hours to Florida. We left at 8:00 a.m. On the road we went. By the time that we passed Greeley, Kansas, Mr. Russell, our band teacher, suddenly asked if we had brought the banner. The banner is a banner that two girls hold that have our school on it. As it turns

It was October first when I woke up in my nice and cozy bed. Awakened by my light in my room and my mom yelling: “Rachel get up! You have to get ready for band.” I slowly opened my eyes and got up to go eat my usual breakfast, a Pop Tart. After I threw everything down, I got into my car and headed to the school. Once I got there I could see the two yellow buses that were going to take us to our destination. Everybody was all still tired and looked like they just got out of bed, with their hair in buns and in the clothes they slept inform the night before. When everyone eventually got on the buses we headed off to Sioux Falls. The whole ride there I wasn’t very nervous because I’ve performed this marching show so much but the tables will soon

Then one day, my mom gave me a pallid, clear-cut envelope addressed to me signed by the Department of Education. My body froze – I could hardly breathe. I imagined the moments after opening the letter; a surge of excitement would rush through my fingers as I’d text all my friends that I would unite with them in the fall of 2013 at Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School of Music & Art and Performing

One day I woke up and saw trees all around me. I see that my feet were in my house and my body was on my neighbors cars. When I saw that I was a giant I thought it was a dream. I pinched myself and I realized it wasn’t a dream. Some how my clothes grew to fit my body. I stood up and started walking down the street.

All of elementary was a blur. Moving every year did not help either. My family and I moved every year because my father could not find a stable job. I do not remember many names but i do remember the names I was called. I was everything but Thania. Weirdo fatty , cookie , and pizza face are some of the names i remember the most. I was too talkative and often annoyed many people , including my teachers. People did not know how to treat such a social child.

It was a fresh new school year. I was starting the fourth grade and I had officially become the upperclass man of elementary school. I loved school and couldn’t wait for what was in store. I brought home my yearly blue and silver Pawnee Panthers folder full of papers and forms to be signed by my parents. Inside this famous folder contained the infamous bright orange chat-n-chew form that normally found its way to the trash. This year though, for some odd reason, it stuck out to my mom and she signed me up to read all three books that year! I was terrified. It wasn’t that I was a bad reader, I was actually pretty good, but the last thing I wanted was to read three books and talk about them with my peers.

All I can recall is coming home after a distressed day of elementary school. I went to Live Oak and loved it there.my mom had already indicated to me that I would have to go to a different school, Lake Park, but didn’t have to if I really didn’t want to. I didn’t want to go simply because I didn’t want to leave my friends.

Roaming through the halls of Willow Bend Elementary School, a tiny, curly-haired girl was anxious for the little hand to land on the 12 so that she could board the yellow school bus. The day seemed like any other as she looked out of the bus window to see her grandma standing next to a beautiful, fuschia tree waiting to pick her up, just as she had every other day. Although everything looked normal, it did not feel that way at all. Uneasiness welcomed the young girl as the bus door slid open. That was the last day that the young girl remembers of the life she once had. That girl was me.

School wasn’t always the easiest thing, and I did get in trouble when I was younger for speaking to seat partners, or reading during lessons, but my thirst to learn new exciting things remained and was never completely satiated. When I was 9, I was called into the guidance counselor's office to take a test. After my results came back, there was a a meeting between my teacher, my parents, myself, a teacher I had met a few times during mathletes practice, and a few other school officials. I didn’t really understand what was going on, just that the table we were sat at was the biggest my young eyes had ever seen, and that I was to be starting some sort of Program for Academically Talented