Personal Narrative: My Time At Washington Elementary School

When I first stood at the bottom of the B-building stairs on August 19, 2013, almost every sixth grader was anxious. We were all waiting for the three-chime bell, and when it did ring, we all stampeded up the stairs like a herd of elephants. But I don’t think that it had ever come to me or any of my peers that change would hit every student, including myself at fifty miles per hour and as loudly as the sound of our feet running up the stairs.

The first time that Sean and I met was in the 7th grade at Washington Middle School. Sean was the new kid at school at the time, and when you're the new kid the teacher introduces you to the entire class. The teacher also wanted someone to give Sean a tour of the school, so she wanted to see who already knew him. I didn't know him yet, but when she asked who did I yelled out "I do!" She turned to Sean and asked if he knew me, he said yes even though he knew he didn't. As I was giving him a tour of the school he asked if I actually knew him. I told him no, I just wanted to get out of class. And that was the beginning to our

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).

Smithton and Freeburg grade schools have always been rivals when playing junior high sports. Being a Smithton Cougar, I felt a rush of anxiousness before a game against the Freeburg Hornets no matter what sport: softball, basketball, or volleyball. At the time, basketball was my favorite sport; it was my favorite thing to do. Basketball games against Freeburg were one of the most stressful but exciting games I would play during my junior high career. I remember the nerves that never failed to come when tying my shoes and getting ready to play one of the toughest games of the season. Maybe they intimidated me a little, or the close proximity of our towns brought out those nerves. My heart raced with adrenaline. Part of the anxiousness came from

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

Being a student at Washington Community High School, I put forth my best effort to involve myself in academics, athletics, school clubs, and volunteer work. During my freshman year of high school, I committed myself towards music to a great extent. I performed in the marching band, the Jefferson and Wilmor Contemporary Music Project bands, the Symphonic Winds top concert band, and the pep band. In addition to music, I competed in several athletic activities, including cross country and track. Furthermore, I participated in a considerable amount of school-sponsored clubs such as the Student Council, the Freshman Executive Board, the Washington Leadership and Community Service Club, the Spanish Club, and the Mathletes Team. Throughout my

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.

Throughout my time at Western Guilford High School, I have spent a large amount of time working hard to achieve the best grades that I possibly could, and I believe my hard work in school has paid off from being accepting into the North Carolina State University College of Engineering. However I was taught at a young age that grades alone do not tell much about my character, so I began regularly volunteering and improving my leadership skills. For the past three summers, I have dedicated atleast three weeks of each summer to building my character at the summer camps of Peeler and Leonard Recreation Centers, as part of the city of Greensboro's Counselor in Training Program. My responsibilities were to lead certain camp activities, to ensure

Choices. Regardless if the choice is good or bad, everybody makes them. There are times where the choices people make can alter their lives forever; this was one of those times. It was April 26, 2013, a normal friday for me attending West Middle School in my sixth grade year. At the time, I was the definition of an attention freak; I always wanted the spotlight on me. For a reason still not known to this day, I wanted people to feel bad for me. I thought that by gaining sympathy, I would be able to make friends and be the talk of the school. What I didn’t realize is that not all attention is good; some can be devastating. Unfortunately for me, I was not thinking about the effects of the choice that I was about to make. I couldn’t have possibly

Although I would not have considered myself a leader when I entered Arlington High School, I can safely say that the past four years have changed me into quite the opposite. As I gained confidence in my abilities to lead and make a difference throughout high school, I began to take more initiative of my impact on the community by running for leadership positions and tutoring.

How did I get in this position, freezing cold in a cemetery soaking wet in the rain digging up a coffin?Well, let’s start at the beginning.”OK Students here we are,the Greensberg cemetery!”Please be dutiful!”Miss Jennings said.You might be wondering why are the students of Greensberg Middle school in a cemetery?Well the mayor of Greens Berg just passed.Ah! Ever since Mayor Green has been gone all the people in town have been weeping their eyes out.Anyways,as soon as we got there we were given a tour of the place like we have never seen it before.When we got to the late Mayor’s grave, we stopped for a minute and then keep going.For some reason I stayed oh, did I mention he wasn’t even barred yet!CRAZY COOL RIGHT!I looked around to see

“You sound like a white boy! Why do you talk like that?” said one kid. “You sound like a gay boy! Why do you sound like a girl!” another one said. “Haha, aren’t you gay or something?” mocked another. Those words from my fellow classmates ripped through my ears. The echoes of their unruly and harsh words were always screeched on the playground. I was only in the third grade when I started getting teased and bullied for my voice, my weight, the way I spoke and the things I loved. My greatest challenge I’ve ever had to overcome was accepting myself and learning to love who I am.

Back when in the day when I went to Lincoln Intermediate schools my group of friends was nothing but trouble, they used to trash the bathrooms, sneak out of class, and even get into fights. In math class 5th grade with Mrs.Rozen we always had the ability at the end of class to go down to the commons and take a bathroom break and sit down there for a little bit. One time we had class like normal but we had a sub and no one was behaving, she let us go down to take our daily bathroom break in the commons and that is when everything fell apart. At that very moment in time I was sitting in the commons waiting and when I went into the bathroom it was a disaster there was soup everywhere on the walls, on the mirror and even in the stalls. Our sub soon found out and everyone in the bathroom at that time got in trouble.

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.

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