Personal Narrative: My Son's Schools

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

In the past year, a lot has changed for me. I lost a grandfather to cancer, then a month later an uncle to a gruesome semi accident. My grandmother on the other side of the family barely remembers me due to alzheimer's, and my mom lost her job but is now working over 1300 miles away in Florida. If someone would have asked me at the start of my Junior year what I expected to happen, I wouldn’t have listed any of those. As anticipated, it was not easy dealing with a downfall of events like that, but the way I was raised helped me cope with it all. I started out at a small private school, where Religion was just as important as Math and English. How we were to act was drilled into us, and after I switched to public school, there was a noticeable

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

To know how lead, first you got to learn how to follow. Knowing that quote help me understand my mentor Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith was my coach at first when I started Middle School at Paul Public Charter School. Mr. Smith had taught me to not put sports over education and to respect others.

It was 7:00 in the morning when we arrived at the Johnston City High School. Once everyone arrived at the high school, we got on the bus and headed off to Benton. As we stepped foot on the bus, we all sat there quietly, nervous about the results of this game. This was the game that determined whether or not we went on to state. Coach Simon and Coach Shane gave us one of their what we like to call "before the game warm-up talks". We were all nervous of course, but we were all determined to win this game. We had been looking forwards to winning regionals and going to state the whole season and that day was the day that we gave us the opportunity to go to state. After the thirty minute bus ride, we finally got to Benton and once we got there,

Beginning my elementary school career, I attended Indianapolis Public Schools. When I entered school, Kindergarten was only half days, and we were working on materials such as, learning our alphabet and counting to 100. The workload was a far cry from the addition, subtraction, early reading skills, and science that my daughter is learning in kindergarten this year. Following the first grade I left the Indianapolis Public School System and entered into a new school system. Embarking on second grade we started working on the skills that would help us read proficiently. I was absolutely struggling, but I was also so distrustful that I didn’t dare to say anything to my teacher. Thankfully, even without me saying anything to her, my teacher noticed

My son is in the 10th grade at South Kingstown High School. He is being singled out and bullied by his gym teacher. The teacher failed hm in PE because my son refused to change into shorts over 22 times. The PE teacher neglected to familiarize himself regarding my son’s disabilities, which include, severe sensory issues and extreme poor body image due to him being very thin.

This crucial four years of Highschool is what shapes up a person. Things like friends, families, and new experiences are what teach life lessons and morality. I believe that through the service activities I have taken part of this few years, I learned new qualities about myself and new aspects in life. I have learned the role of a leader, all the charitable things service can offer, and I have built a character. What impacted me the most was the “Jessey J Mcray Elementary School” program, and the Service Day activity I did in freshman year. Volunteering is a great way to bring people together and it provides physical and mental rewards for whoever decides to do it.

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.

I grew up in a small town in Conway, Arkansas. From a very young age my mother always instilled in me how important education is; encouraging me to always put forth my full effort no matter how small or large the task may seem. Naturally, being the young child that I was, ready to absorb any little bit of information I could grasp, I took that to heart. I didn’t go to one of the big fancy schools that are seen on the list of “America’s Top 100 Elementary Schools”. However, I was doing rather well where I was. I always had straight A’s in each of my classes and I was even one of the school student ambassadors for multiple years. I was not only seen as an intelligent student, but also a leader. Then my mom got married and right at the start of

He specifically said during his closing statement that it was unfortunate that things were happening with my son's sports program that has taken me to this (looking into online programs), but I was looking for alternatives and that was all I could do right now. He thanked me and I thanked him for taking so much time to explain everything in detail. He said, "Thank you, it was my pleasure. You have a great weekend." He said goodbye and I did the same, call ended.

When I was born, my mother threw away my father’s marijuana pipe because it was, what she called, “time for him to grow up.” However, this never deterred him from continuing to drugs and alcohol resulting in him never consistently being in the picture. After twelve years of marriage, my mother divorced him. Leaving her a single mother of three children, all under the age of five, to put through private school because the Baltimore Public School system was not as good as the private schools. However, she still managed to find time to take my sisters and I to our soccer and lacrosse practices, games, and tournaments while squeezing in family visits at least once a week.

My son is in second grade of 明志 elementary school. He took an elective course, tae kwon do, on Saturday afternoon. Last Saturday, he came home and told me that his tae kwon do uniform was torn by his classmate when they were playing a game. The game they played is most popular with elementary male students. One person to be the ghost, others are human beings. The ghost must to catch someone to be the next ghost. So everybody run away in order not to be caught by a ghost. My son’s uniform was torn when the ghost caught him while he was running. When I took a look at his uniform, I was shocked that the location of the tear is not in the suture and worried that the tear can’t be sewn up. Finally, I took the uniform to a tailor’s shop to sew up

I have been home schooled for most of my life up in till I went to 2nd grade, so as far as me having issues with the school system was not a big problem for my mother and grandmother. The majority of schools in Philadelphia that were in my school district were occupied with rowdy children. Me and my siblings were home school for that reason. The Catholic schools that my mother would have like to have sent her children to were out of her price range. Me and my siblings stayed home schooled until they could find a good school for us to attend. However, my family moved to Tucson, AZ and that is when I went to school for the first time. Now living in a different state, my mother and grandmother found relief from being able to send us to a better

“A 50 page book!” That is pretty much the response my teacher received when she informed us what our 8th grade graduation requirement was. That was not what a bunch of eighth graders wanted to hear the first day of school and it was definitely not what I had in mind for my long-anticipated glorious eighth grade year. I already knew it was going to be a long year. This was my second year attending Bennett Academy Charter School; it definitely challenged me academically in 7th grade and it was very clear that it wasn’t going to get any easier this year. My English Language Arts teacher, Ms. Walton, told my classmates and me that in mid-November we will begin to start working on our graduation assignment. The assignment consists of writing a book,