“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. “I didn’t hear you. I would’ve given you the ball if I did,” I sobbed. This physical altercation at Nancy Ryles Elementary School best described the first moments I experienced with Jonathan. At five years old, my adolescent mind thought his reign of terror was going to last for an eternity, but one day, a call changed it all. It all started in the classroom. I was in the back, sitting away from Jonathan. Ring! The telephone rang. Mrs. Bargmann, …show more content…
Maximoff’s transformation from a sweet middle-aged woman to an authoritarian dictator. I followed the audiologist into her underlit dungeon. In the middle, a chair with a brownish shade resembling feces became my throne, as I was forced to place my buttocks on it. A spotlight shined on me like a musician on a stage that is ready to perform a solo; however, my spotlight flickered like a dying star. I want my papa, I lamented to myself, feeling too terrified to squeal a single word. As I fiddled with my hands, the audiologist approached me with a colorful assortment of wires and decorated me like I was a Christmas tree. Two blue wires thrust into my ears like a slithering snake. A red wire clipped onto my plaid shirt like an American flag pin. A black wire with a red button placed into my brittle hands. My deafening heartbeats and her decorations left me looking and sounding like a ticking time bomb. After decorating me, she turned away, shutting the door behind her and leaving me stranded. I felt like a hostage, not a patient. “Please press the button when you hear a sound,” a voice ordered from the …show more content…
“I don’t know. I can’t hear you,” I wailed. In addition to the ringing in my ears, the staticky intercom sounded like the first audio recording from 1860. “Are we done yet?” I whined, “I don’t want to do this anymore.” “Quit your whining,” she hissed, “Just a few more words. Please say the word, stranger.” “Danger?” I wept. Dr. Maximoff shook her head in disappointment, and then, she got up from her curule chair. The bright lights pierced through the cracks as the door slowly crept to an open. When she removed my restraints, I darted to my parents like Romeo rushing to see Juliet. However, my freedom was short-lived when she got tensed and stared straight into my eyes and my soul. “Steven, you have hearing impairments in both of your ears,” she quavered. The room grew silent, and the Earth stopped moving. Breaking the silence, Dr. Maximoff roamed over to her desk and picked up a device that looked like a handicap from “Harrison Bergeron.” The world got louder when she placed the “handicaps” on my ears. My anxiety disappeared, but depression struck me like a fastball. I left the premises, and my parents followed after thanking “The Handicapper
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 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
Little Falls Community Schools have taught me so much knowledge in my thirteen years. I thought I knew a lot of information when I entered the high school, but I guess I was wrong. These past four years I have learned so much material from my teachers. Four years ago, I thought economics only dealt with money and that calculus would be really hard. Turns out, economics is not just about money but also about externalities and market structures; however, calculus is still hard. I have absorbed many different kinds of knowledge in my four years at Little Falls Community High School.
It just made things easier for the bullies and things worse for me. Louis and I remained in Wildcats East. I was afraid and sometimes I never wanted to go back. I thought the bullying would have stopped. Now that I am not in school anymore, I feel safer, not threatened or bullied by anyone much anymore. Pretty sad I tell you how school life had to turn out the way it did.
Vividly, I can remember walking through the high school doors for the first time as a freshman with shaky legs and a nervous heartbeat. The school was a jungle of wide, shiny hallways filled with lumbering seniors who I thought were going to knock my books down on Freshman Friday. However, time has passed, and now I find myself to be the tall and “scary” senior. As I ponder about the last four years I have spent at Little Falls Community High School, I can not help but realize how much I have changed for the better. As I have matured, I have gleaned that beauty does not come through makeup and clothing brands, but rather through processing a good heart. Also, I have changed my career and college plans after high school, and I know that I will
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.
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, 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
I started middle school at Bethany Middle school, I had my two older cousins going to school with me. One is the same grade I am and the other is two years older. It was nice having them but we all hung out with different crowds and sometimes we would not agree on the same things so we would not always get along. My first day of middle school was not as bad as i thought it would have been due to the fact that the Bethany middle school was not big at all. My 6th grade year was tough for me when it came to school work, i was used to the work from Central Elementary school and the Bethany Schools were much more strict and left a lot of homework so it was a big change for me. I remember my English class was the hardest along with science but I
“First in State and District, the Lone Star Academic Challenge Champion is….Richland Elementary School!” Cheers and claps erupt through the crowd and I feel my heart pound. A ringing resounds through my head as everything slows down. I feel my body being dragged up the stairs by my teacher. A gold medal is placed on my head and rests on my shoulder, my hands are shook and I read the words “Congratulations” on the announcer’s lips. Speed returns to normal and it dawns on me: we won. My team won first place. I let out my delayed reaction of jumping up and down, screaming in delight as a smile graces my face. I feel a tap on my shoulder and my head turns so fast, I think I got whiplash. A Texas-shaped trophy is handed to me and my smile grows bigger as I rip the trophy from the announcer’s hands and wave it around, yelling, “We won!” over and over again.
Until sixth grade, I went to Shepherd Christian Elementary School. Once I moved on to sixth grade, I had to switch to a school that went through high school. I didn’t want to leave my friends; I was scared. I was touring multiple schools to see where God was leading us. When I came to Liberty, I immediately felt loved. Liberty was much larger than my old school. On the first day, I felt at home.
Orendorf Elementary School, a place of many memories and much learning. What was the most treasured part of each day? Recess after lunch, of course! This was the time to play silly games, like hop-scotch and jump rope, and hang out with friends to discuss the latest in “who likes who” and “which boy has cooties”. This was also the longest recess of the day. My friends and I tried to finish eating our lunch as quickly as possible because the sooner you got finished eating, the sooner you could go outside to play. After eating, Denise, Julie, and I quickly cleaned off our table, packed up our lunchboxes, and then raised our hands to be dismissed from the lunchroom. As soon as Mr. Little told us we could go, we quickly made our way from the cafeteria
Little did he know that the change of time passed and the door started to creak open. The professor came in. He looked at me and then Austin. He saw the book high in Austin 's hand and knew what my past was of being a victim of bullies. ‘’Austin, can you please give Boo the book? Or you will go down to the office.’’ the professor said. There I sat looking at the professor with a stare of a thank you. I then rose up from my seat and walked towards Austin and he gave the book to me.
Emma Bertrand pressed a hand against the churning in her stomach and forced herself to move—one foot in front of the other. As silent as possible, she crept along the dark hallway toward her mother’s bedchamber. Her father said the sickroom was no place for a twelve-year-old girl, but she had to know for certain if her suspicions were true.