Personal Narrative: My First Grade At Nancy Ryles Elementary School

On April 08, 2016, I arrived to my designated school, Cypress Point Elementary School. Upon my arrival to Cypress Point Elementary School, I went to the main office of the school to see the assistant principal, Mrs. Dewitt. She could not make it to school on time, due to her having car troubles. The secretary told me she would notify her that I arrived and to set me. As I waited for Mrs. Dewitt, I noticed quite a few students having to call home due to violating the school dress code. Mainly it was more girls violating the dress code than boys. I am assuming from what I saw, the children only wore clothes that they saw the adults wore, or whatever their parents picked out for them. During this time, I noticed a little Asian or Hispanic boy being brought to school but he was supposed to be at home due to suspension. The secretary asked him “Why are you at school?” This young man told the secretary that his mother brought him to school. The secretary informed him that he needs to call his mother so that she

The sacred silence of the near-empty Metra terminal was haunting. The footsteps of the evening’s last wanderers reverberated throughout the halls, enveloping the station with an atmosphere of unusual tranquility. Occasional bursts of the summer night’s cool air accompanied the swing of the doors that my friend James and I had just entered through. James and I had just left a concert of the band 311. Conversation between us was sparse, as our ears were still ringing from the roar of the music. Having missed the 11 o’clock train, we sat in the vacant dining hall, reminiscing on the great experience we had just had at the performance of one of our favorite bands.

I was never the type of kid to standout in school especially not in the hallway. I was never too tall, never too short, not too scrawny, but the one thing I like to do is make people laugh. Yet even though that was very fun and all I still leave my legacy behind, which as weird, as this sounds, I was the one kid teachers never took seriously, but for the most part I never got that bad of a grade, in middle school(except when it came to 7th grade language arts class).

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

For two years I begrudgingly walked into Fuller Middle School, sometimes staying home because I had a ‘headache,’ my home, as well as other places I was always resentful, pissed off, quick tempered, and just downright rude. I was a typical middle schooler going through family changes. I wore band tees and ripped skinny jeans to every event my mother would let me--including to school, I constantly violated dress coded until I found my way around authority and the policy, listened to heavy metal, colored my eyeliner on until I looked like a panda, and generally tried to make myself appear unapproachable. That’s when my mom began dating the man who I would eventually call my first lifeline.

I, currently as a student at Ruth Thompson Middle School, have contributed to the community around me in many ways. In my school, as of now, I have been part of the RTMS Tech Team, which includes in helping students with technology, helping teachers set up with assemblies, open houses, replacing PC monitors, and a lot more. As part of tech team, I have also helped with things that are relatively tedious, like sorting out a whole room of cables. Yes, I will do it again at JFSS if I’m assigned or have the opportunity to. Also, I have helped with jobs that may require a little more skill. In my school, I have tried, along with a team of other students, try to install Chrome OS on unsupported hardware, which if succeeds, will be installed on more

My time at Crone Middle School has come and gone so much faster than I would have ever expected. I can still recall my fifth grade memories as if they occurred just yesterday. If you told me these three years would fly by in a second, I would have never believed you. My fifth grade self thought that middle school would take my entire life to finish, and high school was a whole other topic. As a fifth grader, I was so excited for lockers, new friends, and new classes. I forgot all the other factors that play a role in middle school. This includes grades, homework, tests, quizzes, etc.

I was a first grader at Esqueda Elementary School. I had a mean teacher that never let you go to the restroom no matter how many times you asked. Would call your parents if you didn't finish your homework. I would get distracted easily and would never comprehend what I read and when she would ask me a question about a page we read and I would never give her an answer because I was not paying attention. Because of that, she flunked me and while everyone else got moved up to 2nd grade. I was still stuck in the first grade and had to meet new friends. I did not repeat the same grade with the same teacher, I had a nicer teacher and she did not flunk me. I did not go to the second grade there. I was transferred into a different school which is Eisenhower

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)

The visitor is able to step inside the darkened space that contains different zones along the center of the room. These zones of interaction allow your body to create a simulated sculpture that generates sounds as you walk throughout the room. You hear ice breaking, birds chirping, water flowing, glass shattering, creaking metal, rocks tumbling, flames bursting, frogs croaking, bells ringing, and keys jingling. These physical sounds evoke emotions of anxiety, fear, curiosity, relief, and comfort as you take your time walking throughout the entire space. The dark space heightens your sense of sound and you are more aware of the different physical sounds that you trigger.

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.

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

The peach-haired man watched Luca's little patient happily wander off towards his parents with his treat. In a matter of a few seconds he'd caught up fully with Luca. "Good morning, Doctor Oreshi." Noah wasn't the most sociable of people, but he tried to keep on good terms with the men he worked with. He turned his head enough so that he could look to the man he was speaking with while also keeping half an eye on the path in front of them. "One of your patients, I take it?" He gave a brief, gentle little tilt of his head back in the direction they'd come from to indicate that he was talking about the boy they'd just passed. He was quiet for a second or two, trying to bite back his own critique, but he ended up letting it free. "I can't imagine it's

Whining, grating, mixing, and swishing are sounds I hear on and off. Each afternoon I join in to hear the noises. These are the notes I want to hear for the rest of my life. I choose to spend my years in just a few rooms as a dental assistant. I have come to know these rooms so vividly-a dentist’s office is home for me.

In the back seat, intently listening to the words coming through the speakers, what is this I hear? Something so soulful, full of emotion, and life, it 's as if I entered into another dimension, floating on a cloud of serenity. This feeling abruptly ended with a goodbye kiss as I prepare to enter the school building. I was enjoying my early morning schedule, learning about simple mathematics, how to get along with my peers, playing at recess, but I couldn 't wait to get lost again, leave the earthly realm with this wonderful sound of instruments and voices, ever so quietly coming through my mother’s car speakers. The final bell rings, my heart throbs with joy, I get to ride home.