Personal Narrative: Local Charter 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

In the past year, a lot has changed for me. I lost a grandfather to cancer, then a month later an uncle to a gruesome semi accident. My grandmother on the other side of the family barely remembers me due to alzheimer's, and my mom lost her job but is now working over 1300 miles away in Florida. If someone would have asked me at the start of my Junior year what I expected to happen, I wouldn’t have listed any of those. As anticipated, it was not easy dealing with a downfall of events like that, but the way I was raised helped me cope with it all. I started out at a small private school, where Religion was just as important as Math and English. How we were to act was drilled into us, and after I switched to public school, there was a noticeable

Little Falls Community Schools have taught me so much knowledge in my thirteen years. I thought I knew a lot of information when I entered the high school, but I guess I was wrong. These past four years I have learned so much material from my teachers. Four years ago, I thought economics only dealt with money and that calculus would be really hard. Turns out, economics is not just about money but also about externalities and market structures; however, calculus is still hard. I have absorbed many different kinds of knowledge in my four years at Little Falls Community High School.

Callie Adams Foster tried to stay under the radar at Anchor Beach Charter School. It was a hard task to accomplish when her mother was the assistant principal and she had four other siblings running around; especially a sister who was head of the Honor Board. Yes, it was a tough job but Callie was pretty good at it.

The strangest time I ever came up on was my 6th grade year. I knew it would have been challenging because i just got out of elementary and moved to a bigger school with kids that’s older than me. As we pulled up to Carencro Middle I was saying to myself “man this is crazy i’m in middle school now”. When i stepped off the bus they told us to go in the gym and when i approach the gym door i felt nervous because they had 7th and 8th graders already in the gym, soon as i walked in the gym the first thing i heard was “ fresh-meat” my whole body just sunk in.

Since birth, I have resided in a small town in California. Presently, since I am fond of theology and mathematics, I am pursuing a major in Bible and Theology and I am endeavoring for a minor in STEM. Currently, I am privileged to work as a Math Tutor for a Charter School. My family consists of my parents and me: I am an only child. From this course, I hope to learn different methods of doing logical math so that I may tutor my students in that method.

“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 grew up in a small town in Conway, Arkansas. From a very young age my mother always instilled in me how important education is; encouraging me to always put forth my full effort no matter how small or large the task may seem. Naturally, being the young child that I was, ready to absorb any little bit of information I could grasp, I took that to heart. I didn’t go to one of the big fancy schools that are seen on the list of “America’s Top 100 Elementary Schools”. However, I was doing rather well where I was. I always had straight A’s in each of my classes and I was even one of the school student ambassadors for multiple years. I was not only seen as an intelligent student, but also a leader. Then my mom got married and right at the start of

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

Ever since i’d moved to John McCrae Senior Public School in grade 5 it had been my dream to compete in the 100 meter sprint at Birchmount Stadium. So when the opportunity to qualify to go to Birchmount was approaching I didn’t leave it up to fate. I trained for a week to make sure that I was ready for the tryout.

After a half an hour I arrived, glass windows shimmered in the sunlight with the building glowing as a whole. A wave of excitement congregated with every step that I took towards the enormous piece of architecture. Acknowledging that it was a privilege to be there, I had no intentions to take it for granted. Over 200 people in Virginia Beach Public schools applied. Myself being one of the twenty who was admitted in the Software Game Development program offered at the Advanced Technology Center (ATC). I felt a sense of accomplishment as I had overcome one of the immense obstacles I would face during my high school career.

Something I have had to greatly overcome within the past few years was being terrified of moving and allowing it to be an emotional and intellectual setback for me. Freshman year, I had started a new school and was absolutely petrified- and I let it rule me. I did poorly in school that year and didn’t make as many friends as I may have hoped. Later that year, I received news that I was going to be moving again and starting a brand new school next year. That news hit me like a ton of bricks and I realized that something had to change, no matter what it was. Once the move came around. I decided to engage more with my peers beforehand, I got involved with student government as soon as I enrolled in the school, and did amazing with my academics

If you have to start a fresh start it’s good because you get to start everything all over again like if you go to another school.You will be all lonely and you don’t know what to do.Like your the new kid and no one knows you and got no friends.

No matter how old I get, I will never lose my love for my former elementary school: Park Place Elementary. It was there that I had spent all of my childhood at from four to eleven years of age. Time and time again, I would come across things in life, such as toddlers, silly stickers, and a playground, that were reminiscent of my experience in Park Place. Since I had spent nearly seven years at the school, there would be some memories that would stay with me as I moved onto middle school and high school.

“A 50 page book!” That is pretty much the response my teacher received when she informed us what our 8th grade graduation requirement was. That was not what a bunch of eighth graders wanted to hear the first day of school and it was definitely not what I had in mind for my long-anticipated glorious eighth grade year. I already knew it was going to be a long year. This was my second year attending Bennett Academy Charter School; it definitely challenged me academically in 7th grade and it was very clear that it wasn’t going to get any easier this year. My English Language Arts teacher, Ms. Walton, told my classmates and me that in mid-November we will begin to start working on our graduation assignment. The assignment consists of writing a book,