Personal Narrative-Haunted In Elementary School

It seems like a lifetime ago that I attended Colby Community College. I assimilated into a few groups, and made many friends. One group was one I never thought to associate myself, but they were adventurous. We were all too fond of those shows on TV where daring souls explore old or abandoned buildings for signs of paranormal activity. After much discussion, we decided to explore an old abandoned school. I was thrilled at the chance to see the gray decrepit architecture as well as any artifacts left behind.

I have always been in love with the game of softball. I love all the competition and the thought of working at it brings joy to my heart. I could always go to the field to get my mind off things and just focus. But in May of 2015 my life changed and I had a whole new mind set on everything.

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

Living in Small town located in the Central Valley in state of California. I began my freshman year in 2012 at the Avenal High School. My first day of class and everything seemed to be new for a fourteen years old teenager with big expectations about his future education .Dealing with new people and teachers that I did not back time, I go used to them. Attending to school seemed to be easy when it is not, but also it is not hard if you have determination and discipline. I can tell that I have not fallen my none of classes. There was moment when I got lower grade because I have not been paying attention to the lessons that the teacher was teaching to the class. The mistake of getting lower grade did not make a weak student. I learned to

For two years I begrudgingly walked into Fuller Middle School, sometimes staying home because I had a ‘headache,’ my home, as well as other places I was always resentful, pissed off, quick tempered, and just downright rude. I was a typical middle schooler going through family changes. I wore band tees and ripped skinny jeans to every event my mother would let me--including to school, I constantly violated dress coded until I found my way around authority and the policy, listened to heavy metal, colored my eyeliner on until I looked like a panda, and generally tried to make myself appear unapproachable. That’s when my mom began dating the man who I would eventually call my first lifeline.

At a school in Texas called Hickory Hills middle school in 1999.It was a normal day for Timothy John he was stealing a nerds lunch.

Hey guys it's Haley, and I finally found a chunk of time to write! I have decided to make a final part of "The High School Terrors", since I got into my top high school! So as for the 2016/2017 school year, I will be attending Ronald Reagan High School! Since two weeks have passed since I was accepted to Reagan, I already enrolled! It may seem like I'm going a little fast-paced, but I always had a feeling that Reagan was the perfect high school for me.. In fact, I know what goes on at Reagan (the program) and I know a lot of people who will also be attending Reagan! So this is going to be an interesting ride.. As for my other high schools, I was accepted into Rufus King and Hamilton, but I was wait-listed by Audubon; which isn't a big deal

“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

“So I started this new diet, and I can’t drink wine. These kids are making it very hard to keep that up,” the Rosehill Elementary School librarian, Mrs. Harrington, siad to me in passing. I paused my book shelving and gave her a quiet chuckle while she went to go teach the kindergarten class that recently arrived. For the next thirty minutes I heard screaming and shouting about sharing crayons while students ran up and down the shelves, nearly running into me in the process. Once the kindergarteners left, Mrs. Harrington was making her way back to her desk, but whispered to me, “You know what? I’m going to have a glass tonight. I deserve it.”

I had been locked in a dark closet with no windows, and the only light I saw had appeared through the crack beneath the door. Everyone had watched me drown but could not do anything about it. At fifteen years old, I naively believed a strange equation not taught in any math class. However, this was not my own equation. One’s self-worth could exponentially increase as one’s physical occupancy decreased.

I job shadowed at an elementary school in our county. I was interested in the value of an experience at another school and grade level. The day started with welcoming buses and students being dropped off in the car rider line. It is amazing to me to see how effective organization and planning can allow for movement of six hundred plus children to safely happen. While each school has a different way to load and unload buses, I saw proof there is more than one effective way to get it done. As a future administrator, I have now seen and experienced a variety of strategies for arrival and dismissal and feel confident in implementing the best one I see fit for my school.

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.

It was a creed I had planted in the back of my mind, that I was never, ever, going to leave Denham Town High! Nevertheless, in retrospect, I was far too young to realize, that my allotted time there would, inevitably expire! In fact, I had studied there only for a short five years, and the time had come for me to move on from the eleventh and final grade. However, I was ready to grace the beautifully decorated stage, and sing Lulu’s hit song, “Those Schoolgirl Days." I could not wait to flip my tassel and toss my cap high up in the air. And yes, at the end of the highly anticipated fete, collect my hard earned high school commencement certificate, that neither time nor space can erase, and nothing, or no one, possesses the power to take away!

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