Personal Narrative-Abandoned 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 really enjoy doing my homework and learning but, I hate going to school to learn and get my homework. I moved to Vermont after eighth grade because my father got to move higher up at work. I don't know a lot about his job but, I didn't have a say. Back at home in Mississippi I didn't have a lot of friends. I had one named Lucy but when I told her I was going to move she said we weren't friends anymore. I'm starting high school now and I'm so scared to start over again. I love my new room the view is very pretty but, tonight I hate it because tomorrow is my first day of school.

It just made things easier for the bullies and things worse for me. Louis and I remained in Wildcats East. I was afraid and sometimes I never wanted to go back. I thought the bullying would have stopped. Now that I am not in school anymore, I feel safer, not threatened or bullied by anyone much anymore. Pretty sad I tell you how school life had to turn out the way it did.

Times were tough when I was 8 years old. However, it was at this time that my mum decided that it would be best for us to move out from our house and change my schools. An obnoxious bar just completed construction across the road and the presence of such homeless and corrupt men would only hinder my growth. That is what my single mum, that had to look after me and my two sisters, thought. But then again, who would think that living in downtown alleyways would be a promising idea for a single mum with three kids.

When I entered Glenbrook South High School for my first day of freshman year, I was not excited to be back in school and I was definitely not ready to learn again. I remember the first class I had was English. As I sat in English, I recognized some people from middle school, but most of the faces were new to me. The teacher, I forgot her name, was very nice and welcoming. She asked us to pull out our “Of Mice And Men” books and asked someone to read the first page out loud. One of the students began to read out loud, and I followed along. After the first page was completed, she asked for a volunteer to summarize the page. No one volunteered so she picked from the attendance sheet. She picked me. I got nervous because I had no clue what was

“First in State and District, the Lone Star Academic Challenge Champion is….Richland Elementary School!” Cheers and claps erupt through the crowd and I feel my heart pound. A ringing resounds through my head as everything slows down. I feel my body being dragged up the stairs by my teacher. A gold medal is placed on my head and rests on my shoulder, my hands are shook and I read the words “Congratulations” on the announcer’s lips. Speed returns to normal and it dawns on me: we won. My team won first place. I let out my delayed reaction of jumping up and down, screaming in delight as a smile graces my face. I feel a tap on my shoulder and my head turns so fast, I think I got whiplash. A Texas-shaped trophy is handed to me and my smile grows bigger as I rip the trophy from the announcer’s hands and wave it around, yelling, “We won!” over and over again.

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

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

On April 19, 2000, I was introduced into this world in Gallipolis, Ohio. I am living in Oak Hill, Ohio and I currently live with my Mother and Father. Currently, I am enrolled in Oak Hill High School and I am part of the senior class of 2018. I am also a three year Oak Hill Football player and I am part of the varsity team. My plan for life is that I continue my studies into college and hope to major in Mechanical Engineering and move to Denver, Colorado to pursue a job that best fits my life.

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.

A fierce Autumn wind picks up lashing at my face, as a barrage of brittle brown leaves whirl into my path. Behind me stands the foreboding structure of Ellishire Boarding School. For four years this massive enity located in the dark heart of england has shelted my bones.

Dating back to the summer of 1984 I lived in the city of Guttenberg New Jersey. There I lived with My Father, Mother, Brother and Sister. I would always take long bicycle rides to a park by the name of “State park 80” AKA in Spanish “El Parque del Ochenta). This park has a lake that measures approximately 1 mile in diameter. I would ride my bicycle there and ride around the lake several times before heading back home for dinner. I made this trip several times a week before one day discovering a path leading up into a wooded area. Curiously, I rode my bicycle into this path and went in as far as I could, but at one point it seemed never ending so I would turn back and head to the lake side again. I decided it was time to head home.

I remember driving up to UC Davis on move in day. The parking lot was full of nervous and tired students. However, I was very excited, nervous, shaking, and my heart was beating a million beats per second. This was a big step for me. I was moving away from home for the first time and I was going to be on my own. I remember seeing all the dorms for the first time, they were a deep orange, olive green, and a bright yellow. Before I started to unpack, my family and I took a tour around the campus. As we walked around campus we came across the cows, they had a huge pink nose and a large tongue. That day we also went to see some of the lecture halls. Right off the back I felt overwhelmed. Just seeing the movie theater like seats made

I have been home schooled for most of my life up in till I went to 2nd grade, so as far as me having issues with the school system was not a big problem for my mother and grandmother. The majority of schools in Philadelphia that were in my school district were occupied with rowdy children. Me and my siblings were home school for that reason. The Catholic schools that my mother would have like to have sent her children to were out of her price range. Me and my siblings stayed home schooled until they could find a good school for us to attend. However, my family moved to Tucson, AZ and that is when I went to school for the first time. Now living in a different state, my mother and grandmother found relief from being able to send us to a better

The day I first heard a rumor I was nine years old, enclosed in my elementary school bathroom stall. Its walls are dark grey, exactly the color of a sickly elephant. Through a crack in its door, I spy three girls enter: all blond haired and blue eyes, they captured a vision of innocence. They stand in front of the hanging mirror, loudly whispering rather urgently: