Personal Narrative: My Trip To Bethalto Elementary School

Slowly getting out of bed with no emotion. Rubbed my tiredness eyes after realizing today was the first day in a new school. I heard things about Mary Beck Elementary that were both good and bad. I put on the outfit i layed out the night before on the right side of my antique rocking chair. A dark red t-shirt with a little coral heart on the left side near my chest with the words Por Eterno written in black ink on the inside of the heart. Dark wash relaxed cut jeans and black and white converse that seem as if i walked through a desert with them. Skipped breakfast and waited for bus 107 and as soon as i knew it i was on my way to Mary Beck Elementary.

On Thursday 12/01/16 at 2236 hours I was dispatched to Terminal Park Elementary School located at 1101 D ST SE because four juveniles had knocked over a donation bin and were throwing rocks at the school (reference AP160088033). Dispatch advised it was possibly related to two other malicious mischief calls that had just previously occurred in the nearby area.

Prompt: Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.

I go to Mobridge-Pollock Middle School. We have a big lunch room with huge long tables going north to south. The tables have black chairs going on both sides. I will explain the west half of the room. You get your food on the east half then you sit down at your your table. The 8th graders eat with the 6th graders that sit on the east side, we sit on the west side and take up three tables. Usalley the boys and girls sit apart at two diffrent tables. So, when you are sitting down and facing west, the bathrooms and the water fountian are on the left side. On the rigth side their is a hallway leaving the room and the ala carte. Strait ahaid their are the gyms doors on both sides. Directly ahaid their is awards cabinate full of sport

Before I came to Baker Middle School, I attended elementary school in Laytonsville. I had a group of friends that consisted of five people, Olivia Fink, Olivia Pallas, Mason LeBlanc, Kody Johnson, and Stefan Jacob. The Olivia’s both attend this school alongside me, but sadly the other three attends a different school. I became friends with those three because we all had common interests in multiple categories such as cartoons and humor. I still keep in touch with them, but I know we aren’t as close as we used to be. With the Olivia’s we all became best friends in the first week of Kindergarten and we still have been by each other’s side since. We became friends because we all sat next to each other on our little chairs, and talked about anything

“So I started this new diet, and I can’t drink wine. These kids are making it very hard to keep that up,” the Rosehill Elementary School librarian, Mrs. Harrington, siad to me in passing. I paused my book shelving and gave her a quiet chuckle while she went to go teach the kindergarten class that recently arrived. For the next thirty minutes I heard screaming and shouting about sharing crayons while students ran up and down the shelves, nearly running into me in the process. Once the kindergarteners left, Mrs. Harrington was making her way back to her desk, but whispered to me, “You know what? I’m going to have a glass tonight. I deserve it.”

It was a hot and sunny day. It was an early morning at school, about seven thirty-five. There are four main students, McKenzie, Jordan, Tyla, and Joseph . These four students go to Winchester Community High School (WCHS). They have four out of seven classes together, plus lunch. First period, third period,lunch, fourth period, and seventh period.

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)

“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.

My time at Neblett Elementary was brief, but I consider it one of the most memorable of my elementary school days. I attended Neblett as they rebuilt the old Washington Elementary school and built the new Sory Elementary school, where I would transfer the following year. During that year, all the classmates I had grown up with transitioned to the new school with me. I vividly remember walking through the main hallway of a freshly built school on orientation day. I was excited to be the first to utilize its new utilities. The school had new technology, such as the large projector screens every school uses now. It was exhilarating to grow in a new school and be the first to experience it.

After that teachers teach us steps to develop tools to engage our kids in talking about their story books and other techniques for talking about painting. We divided in small groups to practice that techniques with parents. Ten minutes later, our kids were coming to the gym room to join us. At that moment, teachers gave us books and asked us to sit with our kids separately to practice with them that activity we had practiced with other parents. After twenty minutes, teachers put us in groups to start playing match card game. Then they provided the dinner and dessert. It was wonderful class. My husband and I were very excited and waiting for next

As I looked around the room, I saw thirty boards being set up. Around each board sat two players who despite being friendly, were at war with each other. As I watched all thirty battles progress, I listened to the room; ripe with conversation.

My earliest years at Bethel Memorial School were K4 through two weeks of first grade. I was an exceptionally easy kid to teach and handle when I was in school. My favorite teacher was Mrs. Riley, our kindergarten teacher. She was always so sensitive to our needs and found a way to teach even the most difficult kids. Therefore, I learned the most in her class because I enjoyed the way she taught and interacted with us. The best part of the day was lunch and recess! Playing on the playset and shooting a basketball was the things I did to entertain myself. The most memorable part of going to Bethel was a field trip to Marengo Caves. We all had a blast running through the tunnels, trying to find our own hidden treasure.

I’ve been to so many different elementary and middle school throughout mylife because my family would move every year. I didn’t know why we moved so much, but I really enjoyed going to those different schools. There were so many people I had became friends with and till this day I'm still friends with them.

Every sunny day I stand up from my annoying clock “BEEP BEEP BEEP”. I turn it off and get ready and hear the clock talking I first think It’s the radio but it’s not. So I came closer to it and it ate everything around even my homework. I thought “what will I say to the teacher”.”She wouldn’t believe me”.