Personal Narrative: Little Falls Community 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

Slowly getting out of bed with no emotion. Rubbed my tiredness eyes after realizing today was the first day in a new school. I heard things about Mary Beck Elementary that were both good and bad. I put on the outfit i layed out the night before on the right side of my antique rocking chair. A dark red t-shirt with a little coral heart on the left side near my chest with the words Por Eterno written in black ink on the inside of the heart. Dark wash relaxed cut jeans and black and white converse that seem as if i walked through a desert with them. Skipped breakfast and waited for bus 107 and as soon as i knew it i was on my way to Mary Beck Elementary.

When I was a little girl, my grandma would always take me to her school with her and let me sit in on her classes throughout the day. I always begged her to let me go with her because I had loved getting to be there with her and getting to pretend that I too was a part of the class. Alvord Continuation High School was mainly composed of portable classrooms, the buildings were red and white spanish style buildings. The school my grandmother taught at was not a regular high school, this was a place where students over the age of sixteen were able to attend in order to finish school to obtain a high school diploma. The students she taught primarily looked a lot older than sixteen, they were adults trying to graduate to move on with their lives.

When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team

Vividly, I can remember walking through the high school doors for the first time as a freshman with shaky legs and a nervous heartbeat. The school was a jungle of wide, shiny hallways filled with lumbering seniors who I thought were going to knock my books down on Freshman Friday. However, time has passed, and now I find myself to be the tall and “scary” senior. As I ponder about the last four years I have spent at Little Falls Community High School, I can not help but realize how much I have changed for the better. As I have matured, I have gleaned that beauty does not come through makeup and clothing brands, but rather through processing a good heart. Also, I have changed my career and college plans after high school, and I know that I will

“Fight, fight, fight,” was the chant that so often filled the halls of West Monroe High School. The teachers heard it every time but always hid in the teacher's lounge for fear of being attacked. This was the legacy of WMH, fights, student riots, and terrified teachers.

My heart pounded against my ribs. My throat was dry, but I had no one to talk to through the harrowing experience that I had just endured. My backpack not only weighed down my body, but also my morale. I looked around, but there was nobody in sight. Purposefully twisted metal and bright green trees encompassed me. I knew where I was. But I was lost.

I attended my entire schooling experience in Ashtabula Area City School District. When I was in school I always thought that we had a large heterogeneous 3402 students. After learning more about the AACS district, I learned that it is predominantly made up of a white/non-Hispanic (66.7%) population with Hispanic (13.9%), Multi-racial (11.4%), and students with disabilities (20.7%) making up other large portions of the enrollment. Although we do have different ethnicities that attend my district it is still primarily one ethnicity that makes up the district. Mobility of the students is another large factor in a districts statistics, for my district all students have a mobility rate of 11.2%. The top three highest mobility rates for Ashtabula’s

Recently, I met with the head custodian, Mr. Antontio Rhodes and accompanied him on a school grounds tour and interview on the maintenance of Magee Elementary School. Mr. Rhodes spoke with a sense of pride as we walked the perimeter of the school. The state of the art learning institution contains 76,063 square feet and 35 classrooms which accommodate K-4th-grade students. In addition, the school has rooms for special education and inclusion rooms, physical therapy/occupational therapy, dyslexia and music classrooms. Furthermore, the school has four computer classrooms, intervention labs, a library, cafeteria, and gym all under one roof. Mr. Rhodes keeps the school immaculate by using an organizational cleaning and staff delegation schedule.

When at Park Hill Elementary School I was placed in a kindergarten class with Mrs. Maes. When I first entered the class, the environment was warm and inviting. All the students were interested in what the teacher was saying. After the teacher was done taking, she introduced me to the class and mentioned to the children to be on their best behavior and show their school ROAR. ROAR is a set of school wide rules that all the students follow. Throughout the day most of the students followed these rules, but some students did act out. The teacher proceeded to deal with each situation according to the student. It seemed like the teacher had specific rules to her class in addition to the school wide rules. In the class there was a student teacher,

I have been a teacher for 12 years. I graduated with a computer science degree from UC Santa Barbara. After graduation, I worked for Teach for America. I taught math at Pittsburg High School and I volunteered after school teaching programming. I transitioned to teaching GED math and high school independent studies at the adult ed in Mountain View. There, I worked with underserved students aiming to take the GED or needing credit recovery towards their high school diploma. During this phase, I worked towards developing a website to help teachers customize math work for their students, mathproblemgenerator.com. I then transitioned to Mountain View high school and helped founded their computer science program. We started with two AP Computer

The crowd chants “5, 4, 3,” Scott dribbles the ball upcourt, “2, 1,” Scott shot the ball right as the buzzer rang. It was January 9th, 2017, and our basketball team was getting on the bus to go to Port Huron Central Middle School. It was snowing outside as we walked up to the bus that would take us there. The whole eighth grade and seventh grade team got on the bus, followed by the coaches. We all knew that this would be a tough game, for the eighth graders especially. But that day, I learned as long as you work hard, you’ll never lose.

“Be who God made you to be and you will set the world on fire.” These words ring in my head as I sit here and think about my education in my last year here at Saint John Neumann Catholic School. The last three years have been some of the most fun years in my life, and if I had the option I would do it all over again. As I sit back and reflect about what Saint John Neumann has been to me the past couple of years, I think about the following subjects:

Roaming through the halls of Willow Bend Elementary School, a tiny, curly-haired girl was anxious for the little hand to land on the 12 so that she could board the yellow school bus. The day seemed like any other as she looked out of the bus window to see her grandma standing next to a beautiful, fuschia tree waiting to pick her up, just as she had every other day. Although everything looked normal, it did not feel that way at all. Uneasiness welcomed the young girl as the bus door slid open. That was the last day that the young girl remembers of the life she once had. That girl was me.

One fateful morning in Bear Creek Intermediate School, I was printed out of blue paper. I was made with the main words of Band, Choir, Drama, and Art. I was to be passed out to a random student in the school. They were to choose which I should be. I was stacked on top of other papers that were also newly printed and to be passed out to the children.