Personal Narrative On Recess

We had all gotten ready for practice and coach told us we were going to go on a trail run. We loved trail runs because coach didn’t care how fast or slow we ran . we all loaded the bus so we could drive there I decided to sit with

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.

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

I have always been the type of kid who was too scared to have a party, or have people come over while my parents were at work. Ok, so i take that back one night while my parents were asleep i invited a guy over. But over the summer I had too many chores to do to even worry about having people over, and plus i was too scared of how much trouble i would get into with my mom and step dad.

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

One day when I was about 8 years old I wanted to learn how to barrel race. So my uncle decided to teach me how. I was pretty small so he allowed me to use his short horse. The first day went pretty well I got on and me and my cousin went for a little ride to warm up. When it was mine turn to go around the barrels we started at a walk. Everything was going great until I pulled at her mouth to hard and she reared up. I fell off and when she turned to run away she kind of stepped on me and broke my arm. It didn’t hurt at firsts but when it did I balled into tears. So I was takin to the emergency room and they had to give me a cast, it was blue and hard like a brick.

It was the day of Thanksgiving, we were going to my grandma and grandpa’s house. When we arrived there, the food wasn’t quite done, but the smell of the turkey, potatoes, and the rest of the food was so good. My cousins were sitting in the living room, with my uncle, watching football. I went out in the living room with them, and played on my phone, till the food was done.

I was in 7th grade and didn't know everything was about to change. My mother wanted to get a job and this meant she wouldn't be able to be my teacher anymore. My parents decided, after three years of homeschooling to send me to public school. This was so it would be easier for my mother to get a job and not have to deal with being our teacher as well, because that would be too stressful. I didn't know very many people and wasn't used to being with large amounts of people for long periods of time. Eventually, I got settled in and started to make friends.

It was the summer between 6th and 7th grade. Me and my friends Jerry and Simon went to the park. The park was very green and full of color. There were basketball courts on the left side, Baseball fields in the middle, and the playground equipment on the right side.

We all love extended recess, finally because the class have more time with our friends or buddies. Most of the time after recess we are full of life, obviously means the class will keep on chatting, clearly that means if we have more time the class will get rid of that chattiness. When we came back inside we won't have that energy to talk however the class will still bright and bubbly and be able to work responsibly

When at Park Hill Elementary School I was placed in a kindergarten class with Mrs. Maes. When I first entered the class, the environment was warm and inviting. All the students were interested in what the teacher was saying. After the teacher was done taking, she introduced me to the class and mentioned to the children to be on their best behavior and show their school ROAR. ROAR is a set of school wide rules that all the students follow. Throughout the day most of the students followed these rules, but some students did act out. The teacher proceeded to deal with each situation according to the student. It seemed like the teacher had specific rules to her class in addition to the school wide rules. In the class there was a student teacher,

One thing I will never forget is my fifth grade year, it was one of my best moments. My class made ROVs, had a real life job, owned fake money and owned our own stores. The fifth grade really was the opposite of ennui and had new things right around the corner. 5th grade was by far the best school year of my life. And it all started with ROVs.

During winter break I only had one volleyball practice. When I got to practice I found out that my coach was sick and she couldn't make it to practice. My friends mom coached drills instead. While I was practicing playing setter I went for a ball, dived, then landed funny on my wrists. Once I got home then I asked my grandma if I had sprained it, and she said, " You sprained it."

It was right at the end of the school year, so luckily, volleyball was over, and I was riding Gages skateboard, coming home from Mcdonald's, and I was with Jack Gage, brei, and Alexis, It was one of those it's-after school-lets-hangout kind of days, well anyways Gage had a skateboard with longboard wheels on it so they were huge and I wasn't use to it, so while I was riding I lost balance, the skateboard flew under me and I fell face first and caught myself with my left wrist. I didn't think nothing of it, I just layed on the ground for a while yelling, but I didn't

All the first and second graders were running as fast as they could to the playground because it was time for most kids’ favorite part of school: recess. They wanted to get to the item they wanted to play with or on before anyone else. The teachers yelled, “Be careful!”, but none of the kids really acknowledged it. Kids started playing basketball, tag, swinging from the monkey bars, and etc. The teachers sat down at the blue tables and talked with each other, while paying attention to all the students. Everyone was having fun and enjoying being outside, instead of being in a gloomy classroom. But, I would soon later not be having fun anymore during recess.