Personal Narrative: A Day At Lincoln Intermediate School

How did I get in this position, freezing cold in a cemetery soaking wet in the rain digging up a coffin?Well, let’s start at the beginning.”OK Students here we are,the Greensberg cemetery!”Please be dutiful!”Miss Jennings said.You might be wondering why are the students of Greensberg Middle school in a cemetery?Well the mayor of Greens Berg just passed.Ah! Ever since Mayor Green has been gone all the people in town have been weeping their eyes out.Anyways,as soon as we got there we were given a tour of the place like we have never seen it before.When we got to the late Mayor’s grave, we stopped for a minute and then keep going.For some reason I stayed oh, did I mention he wasn’t even barred yet!CRAZY COOL RIGHT!I looked around to see

As the sun started trickling into the windows, students were just starting to arrive at South Christian High School. As the few students that showed up early walked through the halls making their way towards their light blue lockers, one of the many lined up along the walls in between the classrooms. Some were decorated with sports signs, some of those with anchors lettered with the surnames of the owner of the locker. You could hear the clock ticking, counting down every minute until it would send out an ear-piercing ring and send students shuffling off to their first class of the day.

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.

On a sunny day at summit pointe elementary. It was the school picnic and I am with my family and friends.I got on the playground. I got on the swing with my friend Ella. So I asked if she could push me on the swing. “ yes,” Ella responded. Then when she started to push I trip and fell right on my arm. “It feels broken,”I carried. I was yelling and tears wore rolling down my face. Then I ran to my dad. “ what's wrong?” asked my dad. “ My arm hurt really bad,”I yelled. So went home. I could not move my arm. 2 days later. I was at the hospital. My heart was racing because I was so worried. Then I got a pink cast. I still have my cast. “ well are you ready to go home,” asked my dad. Yes but I am never touching a swing

While growing up I only moved once from a quiet and tranquil apartment to a home near a train and friendly neighbors. The move wasn't that drastic due to me being young but I had to start school. School was very startling at first but as the days went on I became a bit more open. My family was a big help in that too because they talked to me about being myself and I shouldn't be shy when around strangers.

My first week of at Liberty High School was pretty normal basically like a bigger version of middle school at frontier for me. My classes are all pretty fun and have their own characteristics, but for the most part cool. I went with all basic classes this year to see if they were to easy or if they would be perfect for me, so that next year if I wanted I can move up to ap classes. The sport I play most of the time right now is football, I play cornerback and running back. When I’m not playing football I am wrestling, and hopefully join the swim team if I don’t make varsity in football or wrestling. Also this year I hope that I can keep straight A’s, and if not at least not go below a

Throughout my day at Centennial Elementary School, I was able to observe and “get my feet wet” in two different special education classrooms. I found both of these experiences to be extremely beneficial as I learned about the specific special education programs offered, saw what a normal day looks like, and watched the students and teachers work through the material together.

Through Out elementary school I was bullied. I never really wanted to tell anybody, because I figured no one would believe me. They only saw what what on the outside of me which was a pretty, little, intelligent girl. Every time I got on the bus I was scared because, every day they would make fun of me. I used to think’’ Is it my hair, the way I dress, or are they just making fun of me.’’ Every night I told myself I was ugly and no one liked me. Then eventually I just stopped talking to most of my friends. I lost most of them. When I came home from school my step-dad used to ask me “How was your day?’’ I just said good and went upstairs and cried. I just felt like their was’nt enough room for me in this world. I used to even think my mom did’nt like me at one point. When ever I

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.

While we were getting off the bus we put our lunches in a cart the teacher proceeded to pull away before everyone had put their lunch in it. Then the staff divided the group into two sections, one would go to the Riverwalk first, the other, would go to the boat first. I was in the group that went on the boat first, which isn’t that bad, but at least I can get it over with.

It was a Thursday afternoon. As I stepped outside I could smell the fresh breeze of Spring air. I was excited that I got to miss the last 2 periods of school to go to my track meet. As the buses left to go to Discovery Middle school, I could feel all my excitement start to build up. When I was on the bus I heard someone yell my name.  I turned around to find out that it was Kenna. Kenna is She came over and sat next to me.

The smell of Crayola crayons and old paperback books wafted through the room as I walked into my first grade class on my first day of school in the United States after moving from Costa Rica which granted me temporary comfort. My classmates busily hustled around me as I shuffled over to my seat. I clumsily plopped into the dark blue plastic chair at my desk. I momentarily enjoyed the bliss of coloring before the boy next to me introduced himself and said he liked my shirt. I stumbled to reply and when I finally formulated an answer it left my mouth with jumbled structure as I said, “I like your shirt green.” At the time, my English was not very good. I had trouble speaking and forming sentences in the correct order in English. The boy noticed

So when I first went to a new school called River Oaks Elementary, it looked very nice and neat. This was my first time going to an American school. I was very nervous that day and my seat was in the corner and everyone was starring at me because I was new. I came from Iraq and there it was very hard. I thought this school was surprisingly easy. On the first day, I was very nervous and tired in the morning. I was tired because in Iraq we started school at noon and ended at 3 p.m. The first person at River Oaks met was a kid called Alexander and he was very nice to me. I still hang out with Alexander he is very tall and buff.

I looked over, and saw Lydia and Cameron waling into class. Lydia was literally hanging off Cameron, it was quite gross if you ask me. She saw me looking and smirked at me. She looked at Cameron, and kissed him, I wanted to throw up! No one had to experience that, it was pure torture.

It was really dark, rainy and gloomy outside and it was a school day. As my mom started to pack her luggage I thought about why she was going suddenly and how long she was going to be gone. She was going to India to visit my grandfather who had cancer for about 2 years now and he wasn't in good health. I was in 4th grade and we lived about 2 minutes away from the school. I lived in and still live in Virginia Beach. We lived close to Seaboard road which was where my school was. The name of the school was Old Donation School/ Kemps Landing. It was a school for gifted students who think in different and creative ways. I was really tired and sleepy that morning. When I reached school all I could think about was why my mom was leaving all of a sudden. Something was fishy and I had to get to the bottom of it. I had to stay after school for theatre club too which meant that my day was going to be longer.