Personal Narrative: I Think Bailey Is Doing At School

“I can’t get out of here soon enough, we never have enough staff and nobody listens to us” Sally told the nurse next to her in the locker room when it was finally time to go home. “I feel like I never get anytime to myself any more” she said as the elevator door opened and she and her peer made their way to the parking deck. Sally called “see you tomorrow; I must be crazy to keep coming back here!”

BEEP! BEEP! “Already,” James moaned. “I thought I had the snooze set for thirty minutes.” James thought to himself. Before he could even get out of bed, James's mother swung open the door so hard that he could have sworn she made a dent in the wall. “JAMES! YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL AGAIN! THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK, AND IT IS ONLY WEDNESDAY!” James quickly sprang up from his bed and began to apologize until he was interrupted as she continued to give him a lecture. She calmed down but then proceed to sass with, “Not only are you late, but your room has also seemed to be hit with a tornado. I want this cleaned up after you come home from school or else I’ll be sure you can’t feel your behind after I am done with you.” James

Katie Smith was at home when she received a call from Baileys school. They told me that Bailey passed out in class. They asked me if I wanted Bailey to go to the hospital. And I said, “Yes!”

Twenty years ago today, God gave me my second child. She has come to have many nicknames from my gift from God, my Angel of Jesus, to my Princess. Lauren Bailey, you have developed into a beautiful young lady, who is head strong and always knows what she wants. Even as a baby you knew what you wanted and how you were going to do things. When the doctors told me that they needed to take you away as soon as I had you, I lost a piece of me, because I did not know what to expect especially after your first surgery at five days old, but you showed your dad and I that you were strong and willing to live. You have shown so much courage, even at 9 years old, when you had your open heart surgery and you told me “Mom if God wants me to be with him, I

Freshman Ella. It’s a scary thought, but for this story we have to go back to March of my freshman year at an event called Chamber Festival, which is basically when you play in small groups instead of large orchestras. In our school orchestra I was second chair viola which, me only being a freshman, was a very big deal. At least it was for me. Many of my other friends in orchestra already had their own instruments, and I felt like it was time to get one of my own. So for months I begged my parents. I insisted that I wouldn’t give up playing in a year or two, that I really would stick with it long enough for the investment to make sense. Finally, in the beginning of 2015, they agreed to get me a viola. Now was the hard part, agreeing

What are you-all up too?” “Nothing much.” Simone and David walked in. “How’s Angelica?” ask David. “She’s sleeping.” said Marie. “I’m going to go and peep in.” said Simone. “She went to Angelicas room, walked in. Angelica was watching television. “Hey sleepy head, you’re woke.” “Hey Simone, Where’s David?” “He’s up front talking to Momma and Aunt Lori.” “How long you been here?” ask Angelica. “I just got here, Angelica, Momma told me that you’ve been having headaches, Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine, the pain pills Mom gives me, stops it.” “You know I love you right.” “I know, Simone, Is it true?” “Is what true?” “I seen the news this morning, Is Brittany dead?” “Uh-.” “Simone, please, tell me, Is she dead?” Simone sat down next to Angelica.

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

I am currently a student at Fox Lane High School. Back when I was in elementary school and middle school I didn't care about whether the teachers were there or not. Even in 9th and 10th grade, I still didn't worry about it. But now that i'm in junior year of high school I need all of the teachers and staff to be there as much as possible, multiple times this year I have needed a teacher to review, go over tests or just to understand something more, but their class was cancelled or they couldn't stay after because of meetings. The meetings really throw off the kids because if there is a test friday and the kid wants to see the teacher to review, today the teacher might have a meeting during class so the kid can't learn anything bc there will

“Good morning,” I said as I walked into room 34. I picked up the patient's chart and looked through it. “So you’ve been experiencing speech difficulties, headaches, nausea, and drowsiness?” I asked. “Yeah. I’m sure it’s nothing, though,” Mrs. Gallagher replied.

On March 1st, 2000 Brett and Bryce Brinning welcomed a beautiful baby sister to their crew of sibling mayhem. Although Brett and Bryce have two very different personalities, they shared several common interests like video games, hunting, and building minimodels of large complex structures. It seemed that they could always overcome their different personalities while bonding over their interests and stirring up trouble together. Until the day I, Breanna, their little sister entered the family stirring up more trouble than the two brothers together. As time went on our difference became the reasons we depended on eachother.

I will be taking Allie to school and picking her up at school on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of next week so I will be in a bit after 8:00. I will try an d be here as soon as I can but I can not drop her of until after 7:45.

This passage reminds me about a pen pal that I used to write to every month in grade five. However, when I was in grade seven, I lost contact with her as I didn't receive any letters back from her for over a year. Even though she stopped replying me since grade seven, I still continue to check my mailbox every day hoping to receive a letter from her one day just like what Liesel did in this passage. Also, for the first few months, I would always be worried about her and wonder what has happened to her. As a result, I had many sleepless

It was a beautiful day on Lake Erie with the lake’s misty wind sprinkling on my face as we drove out to the middle of the water to anchor. I was with my immediate family, my Aunt Ronni, Uncle Tim, and cousins from both sides of the family. All 10 of us were on my mom and dad’s boat, having fun swimming in the cool water and having the sun’s rays make our skin have a sun-kissed glow. All of the cousins were divided into two groups: the younger kid including my sister Josie and my two cousins Sadie and Hailey, and the older kids consisting of me and my cousins Kendall and Casey. Both groups were jumping in three at a time until we noticed Hailey, the youngest out of all the cousins, was refusing to jump in.

Before i came to Middletown High I went to a small catholic school called Holy Cross. I Started there in the 5th grade and graduated with my class in 8th. I had the best of times at that school. The students and faculty welcomed me to the school and in their community with open arms just as the people at Middletown High. I have so many fond memories from my time at Holy Cross but one will stay in my memory forever.

I spoke to the rest of our team, and it seems that you and them have a difference in views upon what’s been going on previously. For example, on Friday night, before ballet, you told me that Maddie Connor has texted you saying “Can I bitch to you about Mollie?” and she denies saying this. In fact, she told me that you had sent her that exact same text message. Her story fits better with previous information and what I know about Maddie’s personality and your personality.