Personal Narrative: My First Day At Memorial Elementary

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.

Hi,name is Willie and I go to Beecher Prep. This year i’m going to be in Seventh grade this year. I’m 12 years old and i’m well built fast and smart I play sports like baseball and basketball. I have sea green eyes.I also have a smooth but sculpted face and brown hair.Im going to tell you about last year at beecher prep it starts like this, this new kid has a problem with his face i’ve seen him in the school. I had just got done shooting free throws and I was just about to walk home and I saw him he was taking some tour with three other kids. He seemed very shy. I have to say I was very shocked to see him at first. Two boys and one girl. There was one boy who seemed nice,but the other boy was mean and tried to bully the kid with the issue.

On February 9, 2016, I began my first day as a volunteer at Nora Sterry Elementary School. I walked to the site with Carmen Garcia and it took about a half hour. On my way, we easily noticed the difference in Nora Sterry’s surrounding community and UCLA’s. Passing the freeway about a block away from the elementary school, homeless slept on the side walks of the streets.Though UCLA is near this location, the university is sphered by cool shops and tall buildings in Westwood. Not many would think that just a couple blocks down, a community would be impoverished. (Definitely a surprise)

This plan took place in 8th grade year, I was a new student at Sunland elementary. It was around September when this event occurred. I learned to not try to impress others making bad decisions that could lead to big trouble.

On 02/06/2018 at approximately 1916 pm Hrs. I Officer Mather the on call officer for the week was notified by the alarm service of a possible Criminal Mischief that occurred at Santa Rita Elementary. Reported by the head custodian of Santa Rita Elementary Oscar Reyes DOB: 06-30-1957. Upon arriving at Santa Rita I met with Oscar who led me to the back of the school on the east side and showed me double door that south of the school with the bottom window cracked.

“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.

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.

When I was in kindergarten, I went to this stereotypical private Catholic school called All Saints, with uniforms and the scary principal and everything. So, at recess one day during the winter, my friend Michele threw a snowball at me from on top of the playset, so feeling the need for revenge, I started to make one to throw back at her. Suddenly the playground supervisor was right next to me, and she brought both Michele and I into the principal’s office. The principal’s name was Mrs. Brown, and she was a large, intimidating, person with poofy white hair. We had to see her

Growing up in a predominate white town served a huge challenge for me growing up. Yes, my mother has as much diversity as a blank sheet of paper and my dad is black, but even though I am biracial I have never felt too deeply connected with either side growing up.

The beginning of elementary school was hard without knowing a lot of English, because in my family we just talked in Spanish but I watched television in English so I knew a couple of words. I still remember the first thing we did in class, it was writing our name on a paper, then trace it with glue the cover it with glitter. I loved going to Miller the elementary school I went to because in our school, we had the same teacher for two years. My first grade teacher was Mrs.Hall and I still remember I had two best friends in that class, funny thing was there both name was Jose so the teacher called them Jose P. And Jose M.. Everyday talking about our favorite shows and about soccer. In 2nd grade I still was friends with everyone in the class

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

February 7, 2001, the day my mom and I step foot into America. I remembered it like it was yesterday. The roads filled with snow. A week later, I was enrolled into Beeson Elementary school as a 5th grader. With the little English that I possessed, I was placed in an ESL class. EVERYTHING was different! I felt like a fish out of water and feared getting ready to school every morning. One day in P.E. class, I was pushed down and a boy placed a piece of chewed gum on my hair. I didn’t know how to react except to run to the restroom and cried. Suddenly, my P.E. teacher came to my rescue. She helped me get the gum out and we sat for a while before heading back out. The boy gave me unpleasant stare each day after that, because he got in trouble.

I started Kindergarten at Roosevelt Elementary. There was a annoying, chunky kid, who cried every single time he got to the classroom. As soon as he entered the room, he would start screaming, so his mom would take him home. I’m not sure whatever happened to him. After kindergarten year, I started going to Hoover. I went there from first grade until halfway through third grade. One of my favorite memories was in January of 2010. It was when I got my first dog. She was a blue nosed Pit Bull named Pebbles. My parents never told me they were getting a dog, so I was surprised to be woken up at five in the morning to a fat, two-month-old puppy licking my face. Still half asleep, I asked my mom whose dog it was, and when she said it was ours, I became

On Monday, August 17th, 2015 I started my first day of school at Foley Elementary. It was my first day of student student teaching with Mrs. Worch and her second grade class. My day started early as I gathered my belongings and prepared for my first day. Once I arrived in the classroom, immediately there was work to be done. I assisted Mrs. Worch in setting up a breakfast treat for each student. The cafeteria was not going to be serving breakfast on the first day so Mrs. Worch and I decided that it would be a great opportunity to provide the class with a special breakfast. Each student received a juice, Pop Tart, and Nutri-Grain bar for their breakfast. As soon as Mrs. Worch and I placed the last Pop Tart down for the student’s breakfast, students

UGHHHHH….It was my second day of Scenic Hills Elementary School I really ready because i the day before i meet three other girls Teana, Natalie, and Kayla i know i just meet them but they i felt as if we were sisters those girls meant a lot to me! I mean Memphis is not the safest place to live so it good to know i had some friends that had my back. I had a feeling something was going to happen that day so i got prepared. Before i left the house i texting Teana and told her to tell Natalie and Kayla that something might happen today. I left out the door and my mother came to the car and pulled off.I got of the car and walked through the double doors, when i walked in i went to breakfast and meet up with Teana and them at our table and i started