Personal Narrative-Magnet School

I attended Mokler Elementary School for Kindergarten until Second grade. In First grade, I met my best friend, Kenneth. I was never really into sports during school, so Kenneth and I usually walked around the playground talking about random stuff. One day we are talking about third grade, the next we are talking about pencils and which

Growing up on the west side of Chicago, it was always about finessing to get where you wanted to go in life. You either play basketball, rap, or scam, and I don’t fit any of the mentioned criteria. I have only one way that will allow me to live the successful life I dream of, and that’s my education. I worked my hardest during elementary school just so I could be able to attend one of the top high schools in Chicago and only then was I accepted into Whitney M. Young Magnet High School, one of the top three high schools in the state.

Growing up, I’d always been expected to do well in school. Which isn’t out of the ordinary, every parent wants their child to be successful and have a beneficial career. So, since good grades were what my parents expected that’s what I got. All throughout elementary, I strived to do my absolute best in every subject. At my sixth grade graduation I was awarded the Presidential Award for Academic Achievement, in my junior high years I did well as well. My eighth-grade year I achieved my goal of obtaining a 4.0 G.p.a. The first year of high school was nerve-racking but I still managed to keep my grades up. However, Sophomore year was definitely a bump in the road for me. In all my ten years of being in school (including head start and kindergarten)

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

During the week on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays I volunteer at pine meadow elementary. I get to spend some of my time with kindergarteners that range from an age 5-6. I leave Sartell high school at 10:05 ish by walking and get to pine meadow elementary around 10:25 the time I begin. When I walk in the front doors I go straight to the office and sign in on the sheet and on my time card while grabbing a number card to clip to my clothing. Right before I begin to walk to my designated classroom, I blow my nose and sanitize my hands just to be safe. It only takes about five minutes to walk from the main office to my classroom. I go straight to the locker Mrs. Drais gave me with a special magnet on it that says volunteer; I open it up and put my

My names is Teresa Esperanza Ahumada. I was born in Walnut Creek on January 28th. Before I moved to Brentwood when I was 6, I lived in Antioch. I live with my mother, grandparents, and two brothers named Nick and Marcus. I am the middle child so as you can imagine it gets crazy. I also have a dog named Duke. He loves to jump on Marcus.

RodFord High school was a big change for me and I didn’t have any classes with Lauren. The school had gray walls everywhere, I felt like I was in a jail really. Lauren and I were eating lunch one day when a group of girls started staring at me. I never seem to cause trouble but I stared back until one of the girls got up. The girl was: tall, skinny, redhead, big eyed and dresses in bright colors. She sat down in front of me and told me ‘What is your problem? Don’t you know staring is rude?’. I laughed in her face and told her, ‘you really need to go back to your table and not talk to me like that again’. That’s where my big change was, that redheaded girl made me lose my bestfriend.

The drum majors are in their perfect rows on the front side line. The boom of the mic as the announcer prepares to give out terrifying results. As he begins to speak score in his loud, monotonous voice, the stadium goes silent.

Roosevelt High School, home of the Wolverines. What made this school so special was that it was full of privileged and prestigious students. In Oklahoma, it was only the best school any student could hope to get into. However, most of them were only there because of their parents’ money. Others, were on scholarship, struggling to keep it as they kept up their grades while battling the horrifying dangers of being a teenager in high-society.

I open the door to the school hallway. Inside I hear the chatter of many students at once. There were dozens of people in the area, and I was slightly overwhelmed. This place I have entered is what I wold come to know as Quest Middle School, one of the most stressful, but interesting two years I have had in a long time.

Growing up, we lived (and currently live) in Oak Cliff. At around age 3, I went to pre-school, at a chain school named Mi Escuelita. My first friends were my teachers; they always provided understanding and sparked my love and ambition for learning. My most memorable moment there was when I learned to spell my name. It gave me a sense of self and identity, which is important.

Going to the twenty fifth annual Rivercrest high school class of twenty nineteen reunion, eagers, but nervous. I was excited to catch-up with everyone and see what they have made of themselves. Old friends and teachers I am ready to see. Nervous, because, you heard that some of the kids were living a goofy lifestyle. I even heard that one of the teachers went psycho.

was born and raised in Lynwood, CA. I am the middle child of my family, I have three other siblings, I

For the purposes of this response, I would like to focus on the point that they ended on, which was that the reason that no solid change is able to be made, is because white people will avoid talking about race issues at all costs. Earlier in the episode they talked about how children from the neighborhoods the Magnet schools were in had to compete far more than the immigrating white families, who thought they were just lucky. White people hide race issues behind the term “low income” and don’t even realize just how harmful that can be. This reminds me of the lecture on code switching, because many employers use english spoken with a variant as a scapegoat for their racism. They say the reason they didn’t hire the black candidate is because

I know three things about this school: it’s a magnet school that I miraculously got into, it’s a school for performing arts, and it’s a K-12 school. Well, I also know that it’s in Greenbrush, CT. Before I forget to introduce myself, I’m Rory Spence. I’m a girl, in case you thought I was a guy. I’m entering the eighth grade, although I look like I’m in high school. No, really. When I was 11, an old man at church thought I was 22. It’s problematic.