Personal Narrative: My First Day At Beecher Prep

The first week at John Reith Elementary, I felt completely lost and did not know what to do. I did not have any formal instructions and did not know my place. , I met the AM kindergarten teacher Ms. Moua and I was informed that Ms. Din would not be in today and a substitute teacher would teach the class. I did not have any interaction with the students and only observed the class as a whole.

lukas k//After school I hung around with my friends until baseball practice at 4:30. until baseball practice. At baseball practice we practice and fielding and hitting.after baseball practice me and my friend Max walked back to his house, after baseball practice me and my friend Max Walked back to his house, because it's only five blocks away.we hung out and rode bike for a couple hours until my dad pick me up. When my dad picked me up, he informed me that I could babysit. my dad picked me up, he informed me that I could babysit. After thinking about it, I said “yes”. He brought me to McDonald's, then to Shanes. The person I babysit for. After babysitting until 330. I went home, took a shower and went to bed. The next morning I got up at

“Good Morning Ms.Brown” Officer Nick yelled at me as I strolled through the large doors at Simon Gratz High School. Walking through those big red doors every day felt great, I felt even better seeing my friends in first period. We all had gym together and health. The class was 90 minutes long but what better way to spend those 90 minutes running around jumping rope and playing tag. I headed to the locker room on the lower level of the school where I ran into to one of the girls that a friend of mine had beef with the day before. She stared at me but in the back of my mind I’m thinking to myself this bitch don’t want it with me. I continue on to the bathroom to change my clothes and get ready for class. As I’m walking to towards the gym I overhear a group of girls talking about me. So I decided to dip of into the lockers to get a

Events: Today was my first day at Tecumseh High School, it actually start off at Tecumseh Middle School ha. In my defense I typed in Tecumseh High School, and maps didn’t have it right, so I went all the way through town, pasted the real high school only to find out I wasn’t where I needed to be. Finally I made it to the High School and there wasn’t any real problems after that. It was easy to get in and find the office, I was escorted to the weight room where I found out that I was going to be in a strength and conditioning class, I had no idea it was strength and conditioning, I figured it was another physical education class. While in the class I wasn’t really introduced to the class for some reason I felt like that was odd but I was able to watch and figure out how class was ran and what was

How are you? I hope this letter finds you well. My homesickness is creeping towards me like an ominous cloud foreboding a thunderstorm. It’s frightening me, but I am sure the storm will pass quickly. The first sense of these feelings were ignited when I was walking to my dorm and it started pouring rain. In Southern California, where I was born and raised, rain is scarce. Deerfield has been great, but I yearn for the salty smell in the air from the ocean and the feeling of the sun on my skin. Thousands of question race through my mind as I recall my time back home. Was the move to Deerfield a good decision? Am I going to make it out alive during the winter? Should I have came this far? As I am writing this letter, the answer to all those questions is a gargantuan yes. I know the commitment I made to attend Deerfield Academy is miles away from my comfort zone, literally, but growth and

I engage in various extracurricular activities all year round. Currently, I am involved with ASU Prep’s high school color guard team, ASU Sun Devils, and the National Junior Honor Society. Additionally, I partake in ASU Prep’s competitive swim team and another that swims all year round. Now, I’ve competed and performed in color guard for four years now (counting 2016-2017). Every week I practice 3:30 to 5:30 on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and compete against 28 other teams in the High School Regional Scholastic A. Class. Recently, we have debuted as the first high school team of ASU Prep in late 2016. The impact of our performance awed and inspired the judges so much so that we got to move up to the next competition class. I swim competitively during Fall Sports at school as well. These practices are held from 6:00 to 7:00 am before school.

It was 2047 I was in class full of Freshman's at Fort Osage High School. All of the sudden, we get an announcement from the principal saying “ the school of Fort Osage High School has to go to school year long including June,July and August but you guys get breaks one-week every three months.

The intention was to learn a skill that would land myself a career. What actually happened was far more life changing than any failed attempt to make money. The following is an autobiographical account of what i thought was a loss that actually was a person victory.

Had my first day at Washington Academy. Spoke to the principal, George Brookover. their isn’t a track team here at Washington. And it’s all so unfair. Met my new teacher, Miss Ronney...who introduced me to the students in class. Ronney explained classroom rules, she said how the class starts by singing the national anthem. Ronney asked if I would lead the class in singing the national anthem and I lost it, not knowing the words.

This is my first year at Bonnabel high school, I came from Chateau Estates Elementary School, I attended there in from my 5th grade to my 8th grade. I met Keion at chateau, when i was in 5th grade Keion was in 4th, Thats why when i came here and found out that keion was in my grade (9th grade) I was surpriced. Most of my 7th grade and all my 8th grade i never did homework, thats why i dont trip to do it. I definitely don't do my homework. I rather do all my work at school because I know, I wont do it as homework.

One day in the 4th grade after school we had to ride the bus back to the elementary, and that’s when it began. Alex. I was scared of him, being a 4th grader and him a 5th grader I was scared. 180 days that bus ride got longer and longer everyday. I feared for my life to talk. Time passed and we are now sophomores and juniors and I walk into LA 10 and there he is. 5’3, short guy with black hair, one headphone in, and gages. I froze. I was begging in my head I wouldn’t sit by him. Mr. Wright grumbled we would have assigned seats and to stand along the wall and it started. I was hot, shaking and almost sweating that I would not sit by him. Courtney, Molly, Devon, Zach everyone got eliminated one by one. Brooke, I hear, I thought I was okay then I heard Alex. My heart

My persona started doing bad when he started hanging out with his friends in the same neighborhood he joined the gang started doing drugs and tagging on the wall so this happened when he burly entered 7th grade until he started noticing that the kids that were seating next to him they live in the same neighborhood as where my persona lives as well. So he started talking to them and started being friends the next day. So the whole year pass and entering 8th grade his friends were making a krew called S.D.K which stands for Sick Demands Krew and so wasn't a be fan of being a gang banger so he rejected the offered so then two months pass and then two kids came up to him and said where you from and luis said no where but then the two kids still

I remember my first day at West Haven High School - I was terrified. I spent the night before reviewing how to get to my first period class. It did not help - as soon as I walked into the building I was overwhelmed. My older sister had already vanished with her friends and I had absolutely no idea where to go, but then I saw it. The back of blue shirt with the words PEER ADVOCATE written on it. I timidly walked over and asked for directions. Within an instant not only did I know where to go, but I was completely calm - if I had any questions I knew who to ask. It's the small things like that which draws me towards peer advocates.

My first day of kindergarten at Donald Elementary School was the first day of my twelve-year prison sentence. Previously I had attended 2 years of Montessori School, where each student was able to learn at their own pace. I had already learned my hundreds chart, the basics of reading and writing, and how interact with my peers. Mrs. Curls kindergarten classroom was nothing like I had ever experienced before. It was a holding cell. I was forced to sit in my assigned seat next to Johnny and listen to my classmates count to ten and sing the alphabet for six hours a day five days a week. I didn’t understand how school could be so boring. I quickly learned it was because there is no real freedom to be found in schools. The most severe problem found

At Wooster Elementary, I was in 3rd grade everyone was nice to me on my first day of school. That helps me be nice now day’s. In 4th grade i had a teacher mrs welden and she was the nicest teacher in 4th grade. That helped me not talk back to the teacher’s. In fifth grade all my teachers influenced me and told me to keep on going and work hard. Sometimes I quit because it got to hard. I had loved my math teacher (Mrs. Peacock). She taught and taught me and told me to keep on going. She let me eat in class (Not really I Did it without her telling me I can.) I was also the craziest in the whole fifth grade. In middle school it changes. In 6th grade I have a lot of responsibilities. Examples, lockers, more homework, bad kids, mean kids, a lot