Personal Narrative: A Day At Tippin Elementary 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

I was never the type of kid to standout in school especially not in the hallway. I was never too tall, never too short, not too scrawny, but the one thing I like to do is make people laugh. Yet even though that was very fun and all I still leave my legacy behind, which as weird, as this sounds, I was the one kid teachers never took seriously, but for the most part I never got that bad of a grade, in middle school(except when it came to 7th grade language arts class).

As I started running out the car I noticed I had forgotten my posters I had for my classroom. It was so much going on in my life, that I didn’t believe I could make it this far. "Mrs. Stacy, do you need help carrying your stuff to your classroom?" Said Mr. Jacob who had settled his classroom right across from mine. "Oh your help would be soo useful at this moment Mr. Jacob!" As I gave him the two big boxes of books that were filled with rain and mud from the thundery rain I ran back to my car to get my posters. Mrs. Stacy was just starting her career at Tennessee in Hicks Elementary School. An art teacher who had just graduated and moved away from the big city lights and into an old small town. She was just getting used to Mercy Town, a few miles away from an old cemetery.

I wait in the lobby of Edinboro Elementary for my younger brother, surrounded by vibrant colors, and drawings of what the children who attend there want to be when they grow up, coupled with adorably misspelled descriptions underneath. I walk over to glance at one, depicted is a squiggly-drawn superhero and underneath it reads“Wen i grow up i want to be A superhero.” It reminds me of how innocent and simple life is when you are young. Before I managed to read another poster I notice my brother running down the hall in his blue, Pokémon shirt, with a smile that spans from ear to ear, which could only mean that it is Friday. When we entered my car I ask him the usual, “How was your day? Did you have fun at school today? Did you learn anything

It was a warm Thursday morning in June. I had been training all summer long with the Hilton Head High School Cross Country team. Every morning we would have to be at practice in Hilton Head Plantation at 7:00 sharp, if we were late, we had to run 4 miles plus what we had to run for practice. That day, I am so lucky that there was not any traffic, because if there was I would have been late. I arrived at practice, and there was one of my friends from school, Cal. He had told me he was going to come run with us over the summer for a while, but until then he hadn’t been at practice.

Choices. Regardless if the choice is good or bad, everybody makes them. There are times where the choices people make can alter their lives forever; this was one of those times. It was April 26, 2013, a normal friday for me attending West Middle School in my sixth grade year. At the time, I was the definition of an attention freak; I always wanted the spotlight on me. For a reason still not known to this day, I wanted people to feel bad for me. I thought that by gaining sympathy, I would be able to make friends and be the talk of the school. What I didn’t realize is that not all attention is good; some can be devastating. Unfortunately for me, I was not thinking about the effects of the choice that I was about to make. I couldn’t have possibly

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

This plan took place in 8th grade year, I was a new student at Sunland elementary. It was around September when this event occurred. I learned to not try to impress others making bad decisions that could lead to big trouble.

In my junior of high school I volunteered, through the educational program Scholars, at a middle school called Tomas Rivera Middle School. As I already had experience tutoring students because of my position as a certified avid tutor in my middle school, I quickly became involved. I worked with students falling in mathematics and English learners. I was in charge of 2 distinct groups. The first, were 7th grade students in advanced algebra 1 and my second group was composed of 8th grade students in regular algebra 1. I worked with these dedicated students for a semester, almost every wednesday before I would go to school, for about an hour and 30 minutes.

On 02/06/2018 at approximately 1916 pm Hrs. I Officer Mather the on call officer for the week was notified by the alarm service of a possible Criminal Mischief that occurred at Santa Rita Elementary. Reported by the head custodian of Santa Rita Elementary Oscar Reyes DOB: 06-30-1957. Upon arriving at Santa Rita I met with Oscar who led me to the back of the school on the east side and showed me double door that south of the school with the bottom window cracked.

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.

Back when in the day when I went to Lincoln Intermediate schools my group of friends was nothing but trouble, they used to trash the bathrooms, sneak out of class, and even get into fights. In math class 5th grade with Mrs.Rozen we always had the ability at the end of class to go down to the commons and take a bathroom break and sit down there for a little bit. One time we had class like normal but we had a sub and no one was behaving, she let us go down to take our daily bathroom break in the commons and that is when everything fell apart. At that very moment in time I was sitting in the commons waiting and when I went into the bathroom it was a disaster there was soup everywhere on the walls, on the mirror and even in the stalls. Our sub soon found out and everyone in the bathroom at that time got in trouble.

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.

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