Personal Narrative: Radloff Middle School

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

Today was Thursday and I was dreading going to school because I use to think life of a 5th grader was STRESSFUL l . And I wasn’t ready to be a 6th grader no time soon. Walking down the cold hallways of Hancock Elementary staring at the people I called friends and others I didn’t know. Being the first one in my class like always I was very quiet and shy and i didn’t talk much and I liked it that way , Waiting for my best friend Tatyana to get to class so I wouldn’t

Junior year was my first year playing football for Riverbend High School and having played soccer all of my life I decided to be a kicker and punter. By the time that we started playing games I was the backup punter on varsity and would not play until October 10; the homecoming game against Hylton.

When I was a little girl, my grandma would always take me to her school with her and let me sit in on her classes throughout the day. I always begged her to let me go with her because I had loved getting to be there with her and getting to pretend that I too was a part of the class. Alvord Continuation High School was mainly composed of portable classrooms, the buildings were red and white spanish style buildings. The school my grandmother taught at was not a regular high school, this was a place where students over the age of sixteen were able to attend in order to finish school to obtain a high school diploma. The students she taught primarily looked a lot older than sixteen, they were adults trying to graduate to move on with their lives.

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My eyes repeatedly peered to the stands which had a crowd of at least four hundred students eagerly waiting as we were warming up. Observing the crowd I noticed the left side of the field was full of students in orange Parkview High School shirts while to my right students were in purple Brookwood High School shirts. It was the Lacrosse Region Championships between Parkview, the school I played for, and, Brookwood High School. Both of our schools were ranked top ten for biggest rivalries, we knew it would be a fight to win the most significant game for us.

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

Living in Small town located in the Central Valley in state of California. I began my freshman year in 2012 at the Avenal High School. My first day of class and everything seemed to be new for a fourteen years old teenager with big expectations about his future education .Dealing with new people and teachers that I did not back time, I go used to them. Attending to school seemed to be easy when it is not, but also it is not hard if you have determination and discipline. I can tell that I have not fallen my none of classes. There was moment when I got lower grade because I have not been paying attention to the lessons that the teacher was teaching to the class. The mistake of getting lower grade did not make a weak student. I learned to

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.

As I was going to a new school which was RJBaskett middle school I felt really nervous. It was kind of a big deal to me because that would mean new friends and different teachers. As a sixth grader I joined the basketball team and as a seventh and eighth grader I joined the cheer team. Cheerleading was probably my favorite sport in middle school, I liked basketball too but I felt like I was better at cheer than I was at basketball. I had really great friends in middle school some of my friends were from elementary to but I also met new ones, which was really nice and I liked them. I had a really great friend I met in cheerleading and her name is Brooklynn Brubaker, we have been friends ever since the seventh grade she is such a great friend.

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

Elementary school is hard. Mrs. Valerie, my first grade teacher, gave us a math worksheet, and it was easy up until I got to the back side. There were four long word problems! What does she think this is: middle school? Only I said it in my head. If she heard that, I would have gone straight to the principal’s office. I started the first one. I read all the words swiftly until I got to a word that I had never seen before in my life. It was only four letters: A-L-S-O. It looked like a whole different language. “When you come across a word you do not know, sound it out,” my mom would always say to me. I started to sound it out. “A-L-O-S,” but it was wrong. “A-L-Y-S-A-W,” I tried again, but it was still wrong. I did this over and over again thinking I was never going to get it. At the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. Valerie walking around. Oh no, she is going to think I cannot pronounce simple English words. I pretended like I was hard at work on another problem until she walked past me. Now I just had to figure out what the word meant before she came around again. I tried everything that I could possibly think of. I tried to sound out each letter, and I

It was a Thursday afternoon. As I stepped outside I could smell the fresh breeze of Spring air. I was excited that I got to miss the last 2 periods of school to go to my track meet. As the buses left to go to Discovery Middle school, I could feel all my excitement start to build up. When I was on the bus I heard someone yell my name.  I turned around to find out that it was Kenna. Kenna is She came over and sat next to me.