Personal Narrative Essay: The Day I Drop My Son To School

Being pulled out of school early without being told why, I was quiet confused. The first question I asked my mom: what’s wrong, who’s hurt? Since my stepdad and her never pulled my sister and I out of school early, I was very concerned. I kept asking what’s going on until I got an answer from my stepdad; he told us there was an attack going on in the city, a plane crashed into one of the twin towers. While we were driving home the other plane hit. My stepdad being a firefighter and living about an hour and a half train ride from the city I was terrified he would be called to help his friends, family and strangers. He told us shortly after getting home he might be going to help. I was confused to why he would leave us when we were

I exited my patrol vehicle and made contact with the driver of the vehicle Erica Manning 24 year old female, and the front seat passenger Brent Manning 30 year old male. I identified myself and asked Erica for her drivers license and proof of motor vehicle insurance. Erica removed her license from her billfold and handed it to me. I asked again for her motor vehicle insurance. Erica began looking around inside the cab of the vehicle. Erica began looking in the center console of the vehicle but was unable to locate the insurance information. Erica said she wasn't sure where the insurance is. Erica asked if I would accept the insurance in a digital form on her phone, but had difficulty finding words she wanted to use. Erica began using her phone trying to find her insurance information. Brent began looking into the glove box of the vehicle. While I was speaking with Erica and Brent I noticed they were both talking slowly with mumbled and slurred speech. They were also slow to respond to questions and performing tasks. Brent removed the vehicle

On Friday, August 07, 2015, at approximately 1304, I had just called my dispatch center to let them know I was on duty and dispatch advised they had just aired, over the police radio, an officer safety BOLO (Be on the lookout) for a male party, identified as James Michael Leigh, who currently had a warrant for his arrest, out of Durango Colorado, for homicide. According to Dispatch, James was heading north and his cell phone had been pinged just south of Ouray. Dispatch advised me that James might be driving a green Land Rover, bearing Colorado license (280LDQ). As I was driving my patrol car southbound on Main Street, I passed the green Land Rover as it was traveling northbound on Main Street (Highway 550), at about Eighth Avenue. I advised

The sun’s rays dazzled the bedroom with an elegant light. My eyes crept open and, so did I out of bed. I fell from my bed to wake up. I sluggishly walked down the hallway, like a human-snail hybrid. However, today was no awful not sleep in stupid annoying monday. I had to go to a party today. With about 75 other people and at the end being part of the main event for the wreck baseball league end of the year ceremony. The home run derby.

I remember the first time I ever went to elementary school and I was scared out my mind. I really didn't want to go. I tried to run out but my uncle chip grabbed me before i could make it out the school. School was fun but I always wanted to stay home and chill.I didn't recall any favorite moments in elementary school.

My parents came to America with no understanding of English, nor had they ever gone to college or finished high school. Both of their situations set a precedent for how my elementary school life could roll out. To begin with, the first days of school for me as a tiny girl who adored jumping around on all the furniture possible in her house and who hated sitting for more than ten seconds did not turn out as expected. The lump in my throat hid under my appearance: two curly mud brown pigtails, a navy blue skirt with an untucked white shirt, and the mask of a smile my parents begged me to keep all day. At first, the mask my parents told me to keep on stayed attached to my face. Yet, as minutes seemed to turn into hours, the constant thought of

The significant event I am about to share is about my transition from going to a public school my whole life to suddenly switching to a private school named Brampton Christian School. The following story mostly involves me, and a little bit of my sister. At age four, I started school at Sir Wilfred Laurier Public School, where I made the first few friends of my life. I graduated in grade six, and headed onto middle school, at William Grenville Davis Sr. Public School, an opportunity to make new friends. Near the end of grade eight, we had a huge friend circle and we were all looking forward to going to the same high school (Turner Fenton SS). A couple days into summer, all of a sudden, my mom’s friend recommended her BCS, telling her she could

My son’s school in Henry County, Tennessee, Lakewood Middle just this year started the no backpack policy for this very reason. I think, it should be taken further and figure will be in the future to banning purses and anything that is not clear. They are a K through 8th school but only put this ban on the middle school wing. Lakewood is the lead school for this policy in this county as no other school does it yet. Our school however leads the county school in many new zero tolerance policies and holds very strict policies on all of these. This one, lock downs, bullying, discipline, etc… They staff, Officer Bruce and his K9 companion are great and lead by a wonderful principal that steps in for many absent dads. They are all pro-active here

It was the first day of fourth grade and a new kid had moved to my school. He looked nice enough and I sat by him in my classes. He was really funny and nice. One day, one of my bestest friends, Logan, wanted to go mess with him and tell him to go to the wrong classes and places like that. He asked me to do it with him. Now, Logan was my good friend and I didn’t want to say no because he might be mad and wouldn’t be my friend anymore. Yet the new guy was really nice and didn’t deserve this rudeness. I was in a pickle. I finally said no and went and played with the new kid. Me and Matthew Kolb are best friends to this

My son is in second grade of 明志 elementary school. He took an elective course, tae kwon do, on Saturday afternoon. Last Saturday, he came home and told me that his tae kwon do uniform was torn by his classmate when they were playing a game. The game they played is most popular with elementary male students. One person to be the ghost, others are human beings. The ghost must to catch someone to be the next ghost. So everybody run away in order not to be caught by a ghost. My son’s uniform was torn when the ghost caught him while he was running. When I took a look at his uniform, I was shocked that the location of the tear is not in the suture and worried that the tear can’t be sewn up. Finally, I took the uniform to a tailor’s shop to sew up

It was late fall of 2008. I was ten years old and was in the fourth grade at an elementary school that was just down the street from where I lived. It was the one day that my mother allowed me to spend the night at my friend’s house on a school night. I was filled with excitement, and I can feel my pupils dieting just as if I saw Tasmanian tiger right in front of my face , but I couldn’t shake this feeling I had in my stomach as if I had a had a big knot that was filled with fear. Nevertheless I chose to ignore it.

When I was just about to start school, I did not know English. I struggled to learn the language, but I worked hard, I studied the little briefcase full of English words and their Spanish translations. The work paid off in the end, so I finally learned English and was able to talk with more people than just the people in my neighborhood, and the Mexican people in my class. I could talk to my teachers, the people who did not speak Spanish, and also, I had learned a new language in 6 months. There re some funny stories involved with my first year in school. For example, my mother has told me that as preparation, they had told me that school was a place for kids only. That it was a place where the parents left the kids alone and the kids learned.

I wasn't able to make it to school today because conflicts with my plane ride from New York caused me to not get home until early this morning. I have an nhs meeting that I have to attend after school tomorrow, so I can come in to take the test tomorrow morning or Wednesday before or after school, whichever works best for you. Sorry for the inconvenience.

A few days after she gets in class and her classmates still making fun of her since they do not have reasons to do it. Isabella gets tired of that situation, one day she gets into her class, everyone looks at her different, so she decided to ignore all of them including the teacher who never pay attention to her and put the earbuds on her aers. Isabella grab her chair and sat dawn during all of her classes.

I came back from school from a stressful day, with significant homework. “UGH!!!! I’m so stressed out, I need to relax in bed for a while.” I complained. I opened the door to my house. “Mom, I’m home!!!”