Personal Narrative: My Experience At Wooster Elementary

The months went by in a blink of an eye, and it was the last week of school. My classes for the rest of the week, we're watching a movie and eating pizza ,but only people who had a good

My eyes repeatedly peered to the stands which had a crowd of at least four hundred students eagerly waiting as we were warming up. Observing the crowd I noticed the left side of the field was full of students in orange Parkview High School shirts while to my right students were in purple Brookwood High School shirts. It was the Lacrosse Region Championships between Parkview, the school I played for, and, Brookwood High School. Both of our schools were ranked top ten for biggest rivalries, we knew it would be a fight to win the most significant game for us.

Our family lived in wheaton I went to highschool there it was called wheaton high school. Although I was really good at football it was not my favorite sport I loved baseball and track I ran the 100 and 220 yard sprints also I ran low and high hurdles,the long jump and not to mention I was a 4 time sprint champion.In football at the highschool I scored 75 touvhdown and kicked 82 extra. I did not want to go to college because they did not offer college scholarships red father said “he was set on my going.” One of my neighbors convinced me to go to the university of Illinois. In my first game playing on the varsity team I scored 3 touchdowns my longest one was 65 yards all the people that watched me play said I had great speed dodging and change

As I started running out the car I noticed I had forgotten my posters I had for my classroom. It was so much going on in my life, that I didn’t believe I could make it this far. "Mrs. Stacy, do you need help carrying your stuff to your classroom?" Said Mr. Jacob who had settled his classroom right across from mine. "Oh your help would be soo useful at this moment Mr. Jacob!" As I gave him the two big boxes of books that were filled with rain and mud from the thundery rain I ran back to my car to get my posters. Mrs. Stacy was just starting her career at Tennessee in Hicks Elementary School. An art teacher who had just graduated and moved away from the big city lights and into an old small town. She was just getting used to Mercy Town, a few miles away from an old cemetery.

During my time at Sprague high school, I gained a lot of experience in the field of athletic training. Working in the high school setting gave me the opportunity to get more hands on practice, which is very important for an athletic training student. One thing I did notice is in the treatment center at Linfield, I found myself have to compete with all the other students to get cases, but in the high school setting it has been just one person working. Throughout my experience at Sprague I noticed great improvement within myself in regards to building confidence and knowing what kind of athletic trainer I want to be. I still have a lot to learn, but I feel my high school internship has set me in the right direction. I gained a lot of valuable contacts within the profession and got to learn from two of the best athletic trainers Kimo and Amy!

Before I came to Baker Middle School, I attended elementary school in Laytonsville. I had a group of friends that consisted of five people, Olivia Fink, Olivia Pallas, Mason LeBlanc, Kody Johnson, and Stefan Jacob. The Olivia’s both attend this school alongside me, but sadly the other three attends a different school. I became friends with those three because we all had common interests in multiple categories such as cartoons and humor. I still keep in touch with them, but I know we aren’t as close as we used to be. With the Olivia’s we all became best friends in the first week of Kindergarten and we still have been by each other’s side since. We became friends because we all sat next to each other on our little chairs, and talked about anything

I went to Ebenezer Middle School in Rincon Georgia for all three years. By the time I had made it to middle school I had adjusted to uniforms and the new people in a new district.I was upset that the uniform shirts were now green, and I had grown used to the navy blue shirts from fifth grade. I was very excited to start switching classes more and I was ready to start playing an instrument. In middle school we had A days and B days. Everyday it switched between the two. Everyday you would still go to your main classes, but the fifth class would switch everyday. That fifth class was an elective, and I had band as one of them all four years. In eighth grade I had the option to do band everyday so obviously I chose to do that.

“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.

My time at Elk County Catholic High School is something that I will cherish for the rest of my life. I have made a large amount of memories throughout the past four years, especially on the sporting surfaces. I am upset about graduating in less than a month, but I am also excited to begin a new chapter in my life. I simply want to be remembered as a kid who made the most out oh his experience in high school. It has been my goal to keep good grades, along with having the most fun possible. This starts with spending time with my friends. I never pass on an opportunity to spend time with those whom I have made countless memories with since elementary school. I also made it a priority to play as many sports as possible. Sports in general are my

It was just another regular Tuesday morning; the sun was out shinning bright, wind howling, birds singing it was just simply a beautiful day. I was excited to find out my graduation was less than 6 months away. I’d always drive to school as soon as I had my car and was able to start driving. Just like another regular day at Haines City High School I went to all my classes which were just four daily. Thought out the day I was in a bad mood, not because something happened but for the reason that I was not able to sleep all through the night. I woke up moody and not in the mood for school I was driving sleepy which I should not have been doing in the first place. As soon as the bell rang for lunch which also meant if you had a car you could leaving during lunch, I left still sleepy; as I’m driving down the street there is construction so I stopped as the stop sign. When I look I started to drive off when all the sudden I hear a beeping and I look and it was too late. The women hit me head on, I was so mad at angry, nervous that I did not

Throughout life, at any age and any occupation, one comes across a golden boy who seemingly coasts through life accumulating accolade after accolade while you work yourself into the ground to merely reach that level. During my time at Washington Elementary School, I was this golden boy, the student who was revered academically and boasted an elite behavioral record. However, with this comes a certain level of comfort and complacency that, because you are perceived as superior, makes extra effort seem redundant and and unnecessary to sustain success, and with every test that I aced with ease, my drive and competitive edge became duller and duller. Realistically how could a child have been motivated to put in effort to further improve if success seemed to be effortless?

When I went to Bethalto Elementary school from kindergarten to 3rd grade. A couple teachers I had helped me with my reading and my hand writing. I had trouble with my speed, letters, and sloppy hand writing. Some teachers taught me ways that helped and others didn’t help me at all. These activities helped me improve my reading and writing; giving speeches, tracing letters, and being in a group with kids that needed help with reading.

From the moment I began attending Wyandotte High School I gave my all in every activity that I got involved in. I threw myself into every project placed upon me, and anything I was tasked with. I came from an isolated home-schooled environment, and it was not until August of 2012 that I joined any public schooling system. The change was sudden as well as very different from what I was used.

“Give me the ball!” a voice threatened, but I continued to dribble the ball. “Hey! Did you hear me? I want the ball!” the voice screamed. As I whirled around to examine what the commotion was, an iron fist smashed into my right eye, leaving me incapacitated. Jonathan Morris gifted me with a black eye.

I went to Ridgecrest Elementary School for the gifted program there, through first grade to fifth grade. I could have gone to Safety Harbor Elementary's gifted program instead, but I didn't for some important reasons. I made a decision to go to Ridgecrest Elementary; a full-time gifted school rather than Safety Harbor Elementary; a once a day gifted school because of.