Personal Narrative: Mr. Addams

A personal legend is a journey that everyone must undergo at some point in their lives to fulfill their life purpose. My name is Mohamed Jallow; I just recently turned 16 years old, and I moved to New Jersey 2 years ago. At this present time, I am very interested in studying Industrial engineer as a major after high school, this discipline will shape me into a leader, and offers a great salary to sustain the quality of life, that I want for me and my family. Reading The Alchemist, alchemist explains to the Shepherd that “…when we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better, too” (pg. 150). I always strive to be the best in anything that i do, and when i taste the fruits of my labor, i would make sure that my family, and everyone that supported me enjoy it as well.

The cafeteria was in total anarchy. We kept telling the kids that it wasn’t a good idea, but they didn’t listen. Soon enough, one kid threw a Cheez-It at another kid, and it hit the kid right in the ear. When he went to the nurse, the inside of his ear was shredded. His parents ended up taking him to the doctors, and he had

They are all nervous, some more than others. But, they all calm down after meeting their new teacher, Mr. Terupt. He's smart, kind, and knows how to handle them all. Shortly, they become very comfortable around him. One day, the class becomes excited because Mr. Terupt attaches the last link that reaches to the floor. This means they will get a “free day” because of their hard work and good behavior! The class decides to go outside to play in the snow on their free day. It's all fun and games until a prank turns into a freak accident. As Mr. Terupt lays in a coma, the classmates wait patiently because “...patience makes the world go round…,” as said by

I let out a big sigh and tried not to think about how stupid I would look on stage when I fell out of the turn and continued with class trying to distract myself from the worries. Another 45 minutes went by and class was over. She dismissed us and I walked to the front corner of the rectangular room to grab my sweatshirt that I had placed on the floor earlier that class. I then headed to the door and was about to exit the class when I heard a soft voice.

We simply took notes as the teacher talked monotone the entire time. No one was paying attention to him which meant I couldn't. I finally gave up and put my head down on the desk blaring my music through my headphones. Everybody just ignored me in that class—I was public enemy number one now that Everleigh didn't like me—so it wasn't like anyone but Zarra noticed.

After lunch Miss B asked me to help all students to get ready for PE. When all students changed their clothes I asked them to line up. Some of students pushed each other and there was a gap between them. First, I put them in a line order, so that friends were not near each other, and the sneaky kids were in the middle of the line. If they have no one to talk to they can’t say much!

When we got into the auditorium it was packed. Me, Bill, and Joe sat neckt to each other than the principal stepped on to the stage.

Alan Brito is a friend of mine from childhood. When we were young, he and I, along with a bunch of other kids from my neighborhood, used to play tops, marbles and “twenty-one”. We had a top contest in which those who could spin the top in the air with the string, pull it back and place it on top of the palm of their hand, was the winner. At the risk of sounding pretentious, I was almost always the winner. For that reason, they nicknamed me “Toppy”. Two of my other friends, Gilly and Billy were rivals. They were very good at playing “twenty-one.” They were unbeatable. Every time we played together they beat me. I was always afraid of playing against them, because I was quite sure that by the end of the game, I would be left with no money in my pockets. In time, Gilly and Billy got married and left the country. They moved to Saint Maurice, a small paradisiac island in the Pacific Ocean.

It was the epitome of a catastrophic injury. After arriving at the hospital my ankle was reset and I was discharged later that day with corrective surgery a few days later. The surgery went off without a hitch, but I wouldn’t be able to run, jump, or even walk on my own for the next three months. Despite this colossal setback, I crutched back to school the following week. On my third or so day back, I was called down to the principal's office, because I had missed several days of school in a row (I wonder why?). Regardless, after I showed up hobbling into his office, the reason for my absences became clear. Then he wanted to go over my grades, to make sure that I wouldn’t fall too far behind. When he pulled them up, he was surprised to see that I was still getting top marks, and did not have a single missing assignment. This was not by error, because, even in my drug induced half conscious state, I had diligently e-mailed my teachers and completed all of the school work that I had missed, never missing a step

Mr. Dwyer wasn’t very kind to the students. He was old and grumpy. Students can usually go up to Mr. Simmons in the hall, and have a good conversation about their day. Mr. Simmons is more appealing to the younger crowd, versus my grumpy grade school principal. This creates a better environment for the faculty and students.

The end of an era is now upon many current and former West Virginia University students. After the 2017 spring semester there will be no more clanking of the heating system, no more puke in showers, no more shattered windows in the breeze way and ultimately no more Arnold Hall.

On April 3, 2018, I received a called from Ms. Judi from Jim Herrings office to let me know that I had a 2:30pm meeting with Mr. Herring. Once I arrive down stairs Mr. Herring was in unexpected meeting with the Mayor. I was then told I could go in Mr. Jim office since the Mayor left at 2:41pm. Once in his office I was joined with Ms. Pamacheche, and Chief of Staff Davison. During the meeting we were talking about my timesheet and why I will only get paid for 48 hours when I was approved of administrative leave for the following dates of March 21-25, 2018. I sent Mr. Davison the email on March 20, 2018, and I received and approval email from Mr. Davison that evening.

Mr. Miller, my seventh grade homeroom teacher, “strongly encouraged” us to bring treats to class every Friday. He led us to believe that sharing cheap, processed foods laced with exorbitant amounts of refined sugar and saturated fats was the way to make friends. It was, however, quite obvious to a bunch of twelve and thirteen year olds that Miller was more concerned with maintaining his lifelong friendship with Little Debbie than he was with helping us get to know one another. A man whose license plate read “Ursa Major,” was more than just a fan of bears—he seemed to be the “Great Bear” himself. Standing about 6’2”, probably weighing in at more than 300 pounds, with a short, yet scruffy brown beard and long pointed snout, this lazy beast

No, no way! This can’t be real. She can’t be gone, she just can’t be! Everyone has got to be lying. If Leslie is really gone then I need to see the rope. This can’t be, the rope snapped! Nope, I can’t believe it, I just can’t. I never should have gone with Miss Edmunds! That was the biggest mistake I have ever made.

It was the moment I had dreadall year, it was the day of my desk taking deep breath. My knees were shaking earthquakes. My teacher , Mr.Hopper came directly at me wth the test I was so freaked out, but I had only three minutes left l started to panic. I was already on the last page when he told me time was