Personal Narrative- Daydreaming in Class Essay

I walked into the classroom and started setting down chairs and wiping down tables. Ms. Justine was getting excited pulling out the children’s shirt that they had tie died the day before. Ms. Alyssa liked the shirts. Lucy F. came in first and Ms. Justine said “Lucy F. what do you think should I give you your shirts now or later today?” Lucy F. said “I think you should give them now.” Ms. Justine gave Lucy F. and Lucy F.’s mother their shirts as they held them up and looked at them. Lucy F. said “It’s so pretty.” Chase came in and asked to see his shirt and then Manaf, Lucy B., and Assel all came in and asked to see their shirts. Mr. Scott went out and got the rest of the class including Lucas, Jason, Ryker, and Jacob. I asked Lucas what he had

in 2014 I had done a lot of fundraising in the past year such as selling about 50 spam musubis a day plus cookies and brownies and even selling bentos and doughnuts ands finally trail mix bars during school. even outside of school I did fundraising from car washes to even mowing yards. eventually I made enough money with the help of all my family to get to go on the trip. I even made more money so I could relinquish it so I can buy gifts and such things like food. I'm not infallible at Japanese because it so happens that I cant read any of the signs that are in japan. when we landed in japan it was amazing because the airport was so huge and had paintings that look so amazing. when we got our luggage, it was pouring rain when we went outside to the bus. it was about an hour and a

Impatiently waiting for my friends to pick me up, I spot, across the room, my bulletin board. Leaning up against the wall, slips of paper, I thought were important enough to remember, are pinned up, overlapping each other. Ordinarily, I would walk right by, however, I stopped to take a glance.

cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled

*  1) Substantive Knowledge: The Foreign Service seeks a diverse workforce with broad job skills and a depth of experience to represent the US overseas. Briefly describe why you chose the career track you selected.

Sharon Krause explains that, "To look at the inscribed names, one must look at oneself. Part of the monument's messages, therefore, the poem's message is that the viewer is "litterally" among the fallen" (pg 115). When he looks in the black granite wall he is almost looking straight past the engraved names and having to look at himself and the other reflections in it, when he sees himself he becomes part of it. Johnson explains that although he is feeling this he is still interested in looking around and paying attention what's going on with the wall. She said, "Despite his uneasiness, the poet is not entirely estranged from the wall. He is intrigued as he moves around it, altering his view and manipulating his reflection" (pg

Kate please pack thing that can help you survive in the forest just in case. But dad I’m only going to the movies with ash. Do what I... brain you’re being a little over protective don’t you think? But Christy don’t you remember when I got stuck in the woods? Yes, I remember but its only to the movies I could understand if it was a plane or cruise trip just let her know that she can go WITH some THE STUFF ok you never know. thanks for understanding Christy. alright now go tell her. Kate your mother and I agreed that you will bring a little bit of stuff just in case you get lost coming back from your movie. Dad you pretend that I’m going to get kidnaped. “We’ll all you need is matches, a phone and “YOU GOT ME A PHONE Oh My Gosh THANK YOU. Kristy stop interrupting you dad. As I was saying you get a phone, matches, and water. thank you, dad when did you get me a phone? Last night why? Just asking bye mom and dad see you a 10:30. Later that night I wished I listened to my dad because after I left the movies me and ash were took in the forest and left but luckily the did not search us if dad hadn’t ben so hard we wouldn’t survived here but I’m not going to tell you the end but start what we did when we

After 13 years at a private, Christian school, walking onto campus each morning begins to feel like stepping in front of the camera with a mugshot placard reading, “Queer, Agnostic Socialist. Approach with Caution, Attack on Sight.” I’ve worn the sign proudly, refused to cover it up or put it away and even shoved it in peoples’ faces as a sort of challenge. As a boy twice my size confronts me in the doorway to class, I only turn my rainbow-painted cheek. Homophobic teacher? I’ll write and sign him a letter even after he’s gone. Rude questions about my identity slinging through the halls, and I’ll answer with a challenging smile.

Of course I was the only teacher that was in the building at this time. “Who else would be here on a Friday afternoon?” I thought to myself. Upon entering the room there was an eerie sense that ran through my skin. It felt as though I was not alone in the room, so I toured the entire classroom looking for clues. When I approached my co-worker’s desk, I noticed a package lying beside it. Far from a normal package, this was some type of metal box with rounded edges and a circular bulge protruding from the center on all six sides.“Maybe this fell off of the desk, I guess that concludes what the noise come from.” Something seemed off to me about this particular package though, almost like it was out of place. I misjudged the weight of this box as I picked it up, as it was a rather large box. However, the object inside the box was as light as a feather. “Now, how do I plan to open this box,” I said aloud, knowing but still unsure that someone was not in the room alongside me. The box suddenly opened as I was feeling around on it, and the metal seemed to fold out into one flat sheet. On this sheet was a pencil, not an average pencil as a mind would imagine, but a pencil. It was white, with blue lines seemingly flowing through it changing patterns every so often. I noticed a sheet of paper under this pencil, and what was written on it was astonishing to me. “What seems to be unreal to you is clear to me. Your mind is frantic, As anyone’s mind should be. Go ahead, pick it up. It will lead you to generations far ahead of your present day. But you must figure out how it works, or the secret this item contains will be concealed for eternity.” Those words played in my mind over and over until finally I decided it was time to leave. Only now the metal sheet the pencil and note were on had disappeared. Allowing little time for thinking, I grabbed my things from my

I have learned a lot in just 16 short weeks. I have learned how to organize my thoughts on paper, even when I have a fear of a writing assignment. I learned about pre-writing, outlining, rough draft, and finals. In each of these steps, I have learned to depend on each of them. They also help me find out what I need to do next. I always try to reflect on what I have written, even if it may be terrible. I use every bit of information I have to make sure I keep my thoughts in order. My strengths have increased as a writer. I love to write, and I know what to write about when given a topic. I feel strongly capable of writing more assignments, and essays in the future, especially in my Composition 2 class next semester. Having 2 English classes this semester really helped me with being able to

Today I spent my first day of observation in the study room of my dorm. This room has a deep blue focal wall, with three large windows. The room contains a wooden table with seven hardback chairs. The room also has a couch, two lounge chairs, a recycling bin, and a trash can. The day is Monday and I was in this room from 7:18 pm and to 10:01 pm. I was alone in this room for a majority of my time there. This room seems to have all of the materials necessary for studying besides a whiteboard. The room has widows and plexiglass when combined with the paint and furniture creates, in my opinion, an inviting atmosphere. About half of my time in the room was spent by myself. This parallels to the fact that oftentimes when I walk by the study room,

The moment arrived, and I stepped into that rumbustious and loud classroom. Then I scanned the architectural design of the room. The classroom resembled a mid-size basketball gym. The concrete blocked walls were painted white. The hard wood floors complimented two black pianos scattered in opposite locations in the vicinity.

Today they came back, just like they said they would, just like I knew they would. Today was different though, unlike last time they weren't testing, they were collecting. Every 4 years the kids who are “ lucky ” enough to be ages 10 -18 at the time get to participate in the draft.

Mai was the last to arrive; she always was, putting off leaving the lonely chill of her own small apartment at the heart of the city to the very last minute. She flashed an apologetic smile to the group as she flipped the kitchen chair around and slid into her seat, her arms folded against the backrest, her chin resting on her hands. It was strange, seeing the team in such an informal setting. Surreal in a way that made her heart thud rapidly against her chest, and her stomach twist uncomfortably. Here in Robin’s cabin it was less like they were strangers fighting for the same battle. It was almost domestic, with the siblings curled together on the couch, and Wendy draped easily in the overstuffed chair, like they were an actual team.

I remember coming off of the bus from school when I was in kindergarten. I couldn’t have been younger than 5, maybe 6. I got an A+ on my math test which, granted, was just adding and subtracting 1-digit numbers, but I was still excited. I skipped along the sidewalk until I reached my almond-colored door that towered over me, reminding me of my whooping 3’0-foot-tall size. When I opened the front door, my mom was waiting to greet me.