Personal Narrative-Pre-School

I'VE BEEN SUPER EXCITED FOR THIS TO COME OUT!!! For those who don't know this is one of my anticipated of the year (you can check out my list if you haven't already, I posted it in September). But since this is the last book of the series I don't feel the need to write a very long non-spoiler review. I won't write the reasons why I love this series so much in my Top Ten list if you would like to check that. The series starts out in this futuristic world where a young girl named Cinder catches the eye of Prince Kai, the future empire of the Common Wealth. The only problem is that she's a cyborg, part-human part-robot. For this book, I would give it about a 4/5 stars. I was definitely a great read but it wasn't my favorite book in the series, I honestly felt that Cress was the best book, then

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

In my earliest years, I can recall one of our projects with my 1st grade teacher. It was very memorable for me, because we went all out for it. The project like most of us in that class remember was to write a story. The story was Flat Stanley. I was mostly ahead of my game in my early years. Then, there came my 5th grade year, The teacher i had in that class always got on me, for not paying attention. I almost got held back that year because i couldn’t focus. That year onward, was a struggle for me.

Having to write about my own literacy is hard to do, first of all it’s hard to recall things that happened when you were a child let alone when I started to read and write, I remember going to school playing, the teacher reading to us, making vowel sounds and learning to write my name; I recall the teacher giving out the spelling list and taking it home to practice before Friday’s test, I would go to school hoping and praying that I would not misspell any words; as usual I missed a couple of words and I knew what that meant.

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

As the school years passed by, I kept doubting my religion because I felt different than the other people around me. Second grade to Fourth grade was a blur. I was affected by comments here and there, but nothing too exclusive. I started growing use to it. Until Fifth grade happened. I began wearing the hijab at the end of November of the school year. The first day I wore it, my teacher, Mrs. Casey, decided to ask me in an unprofessional matter, “Why have you decided to wear THAT on your head”. I could feel the eyes of everyone in class staring back at me, like daggers. My reply began with “Cause my cousin began wearing the scarf”. Yeah, I should have told you guys that that’s the reason behind me starting to wear the hijab. There was no reply

I was born in the Caribbean not until I was nine years old that I move to the USA. Growing up in the US was not easy for me, because having to learn English was so hard that at time make me regret my mom did that to e but i found a way to make it easy for me when I surrounded myself with friend that did not speak my language for me learn it faster way to learn because for me to communicate back to them i have to try my best,I felt left out being unable to understand what the teacher was saying I and the fun the kids was having was not the type of game I’m used to was hard but I learned faster that way because I motivate myself to be able to learn fast enough to be able to participate with my class in their activities.

The girls were feeling better the next day after a good night’s sleep. Both were still red, but not as painful as last night.

It was only the third month into fifth grade when my mom had informed me that my little brother and I were traveling with her back to our relatives in Morocco. I was beyond angry due to the timing of this trip and how much school i’d miss. Being in fifth grade was a really big deal to me at the time and of course my mom didn’t understand that at all. I hated the thought of all my friends having fun without me so that night when I came back from school, I tried to convince my mom that we shouldn’t go.

As a little kid I was so sneaky, that I really never got into trouble when I was kid. The only time I can recall playing a kicking game with one of my buddies. It was a on going thing we did in school, mainly just for fun. Not only did we kicked, but we was play fighting, or back then horse playing around, I know one day I kicked my friend in the crotch, I thought that was the end of

Watching her coffin sink into the abyss beneath my feet sent me into hysterics. Tears streamed down my face like a ferocious river escaping a dam. I’d come to the realization that I had never lived my life without her. What would I do? It is obvious to me now that I inadvertently disrupted the entire service with my loud sobbing, but in that moment of time, it was the only thing I could do.

Picture a woman sitting at the table with a baby in one hand, phone in the other, bills scattered around on the table, and a look of despair written all over her face. This was the image that I saw of my mother at the age of six, a struggling single parent taking care of three children. She walked around with a joyous look on her face for me and my siblings, but I knew that inside life’s reality was eating her away. Seeing my mother depressed because my father wasn’t in the picture was unbearable. Hearing her cry on the phone to my grandmother at night about how she can’t do it anymore was heartbreaking. Having to do everything alone greatly played a part on my mother’s emotions in a negative way.

_”Well I guess if you're going to be involved in the school Orchestra you won't really need to worry about taking any performing arts subjects after all then :) It's good to see that you're going to be mentoring other kids I think you'll grow in wisdom in it and the other kids will really benefit from you as well. Your teacher is right you are going to be very busy with school!”_

This semester, I was honored to be placed in Mrs. Dellinger’s kindergarten classroom at Amboy Elementary, in North Little Rock. I explained to Mrs. Dellinger my modification assignment. She immediately suggested I work with a student named Julian. Julian is a young boy that is an English language learner, Spanish being his first. Julian came into kindergarten not knowing any letter names, letter sounds, or sight words. Julian is in one of the lowest reading groups in class. While observing Julian in class, I noticed that he writes his entire first name backwards, starting from right to left. Julian rarely participates in classroom discussions, carpet time, or sing-a-longs. For the most part, Julian sits quietly throughout the day. Julian can speak some English; however, he struggles communicating with others. Unfortunately, for Julian, he is technically behind on the very first day of kindergarten, which is actually very sad for him, since it is only the beginning of his academic career.

I was born in Austin, Texas as the youngest of my parent’s three children. My mother is from San Bernardino, California and is a Political Science professor at Texas State University. My father is from Temple, Texas and is a contract manager for the state of Texas’s Health and Human Services department. My two older sisters attend the University of Notre Dame, one is a freshman and the other is a senior. Having a mother that is a college professor has greatly impacted my life, mainly my education. With a desire for us to learn, my mother taught my sisters and me how to read, write, and how to do simple math at an early age. I excel in school and I always give the credit to my mom, since she instilled my love of learning. In the past father was in the army and was a police officer/ detective. Due to his years of service and law