Personal Narrative: Richland Elementary 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

Smithton and Freeburg grade schools have always been rivals when playing junior high sports. Being a Smithton Cougar, I felt a rush of anxiousness before a game against the Freeburg Hornets no matter what sport: softball, basketball, or volleyball. At the time, basketball was my favorite sport; it was my favorite thing to do. Basketball games against Freeburg were one of the most stressful but exciting games I would play during my junior high career. I remember the nerves that never failed to come when tying my shoes and getting ready to play one of the toughest games of the season. Maybe they intimidated me a little, or the close proximity of our towns brought out those nerves. My heart raced with adrenaline. Part of the anxiousness came from

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.

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 went to the same elementary school from kindergarten to 5th grade, Suncoast Elementary School. My brother, my sister and I all went to Suncoast Elementary school from k-5th. My sister is still in elementary school, but once she gets out she’ll either go to Gulf Coast or Powell. My brother, my sister and I all had the same kindergarten class room but always had a different teacher. At that school my brother would hang out with the people in the office often so when I got there they all knew my name and was extra nice to me. This is only about my experience from kindergarten through 3rd grade.

The school counselors that I interviewed and observed are employing by Hope-Centennial Elementary School and West Palm Beach Junior Academy. Hope-Centennial Elementary School is a regular public school while West Palm Beach Junior Academy is a private religious based school. Even though both schools are located in West Palm Beach, Florida, Hope-Centennial Elementary school specific location is more affluent than the specific area where West Palm Beach Junior Academy is located.

I had been locked in a dark closet with no windows, and the only light I saw had appeared through the crack beneath the door. Everyone had watched me drown but could not do anything about it. At fifteen years old, I naively believed a strange equation not taught in any math class. However, this was not my own equation. One’s self-worth could exponentially increase as one’s physical occupancy decreased.

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

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

“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.

“Hmm..just get me a salad as usual; can't eat anything with meat remember?” Valerie reminded.

During this week I had the opportunity of attending Guilford Middle School on Tuesday September the 20th, I was there during core 2 which starts at 10: 58 until 12:05. I arrived a little early which gave me the time to talk to the teacher who I was assigned to. We had a small conversation about what plan was for Tuesday, he gave me a brief summary and I asked questions such as what would you like me to do? For that they I would just observed the activities around class, they were going to star by completing a study guide as a class. They would have a test soon and the information on the study guide seemed familiar to me, it was mainly about how the earth was form, plate tectonics, rock formations etc. During that day I also study my soundings,

My experience at Blackwell Elementary School has been absolutely outstanding! I owe so much of my wonderful experience to my collaborating teacher, Mrs. O’Dell. From the beginning of the year, my CT has made me feel so apart of the classroom and the entire school. My CT has always made it a point to introduce me to everyone within the school building. This allowed for me to create great relationships with my colleagues. Throughout the semester I had to teach lessons for my supervisor and classes. My CT was always so flexible and willing to work around my schedule to allow for me to meet my course requirements. Not only has my collaborating teacher been beyond supportive with making her schedule work around mine, but also she has taught me so

I snapped back to reality, and there went gravity. The gravity of all of my work was going to be lifted, or torn apart. This would all be for nothing, or for everything. The presentation, the most difficult part of doing this competition, would be finally rested to see if we did well. When I was looking around, seeing the wide eyes or our other team members, I heard our team get called. “From Indiana…” That was all I needed to hear from the booming voice in order to realize that we had won, and that our work was not in vain. We went up to the stage as excited as ever, then realizing that we scored second place once again. “In second place, goes Schmucker Middle School.” We jumped around and did everything as usual, but the most important part of all was coming: the overall scores. “I will now announce the overall scores for the middle school division. As per usual, the top ten teams will be called up, then the top three teams will be given trophies.” In everyone’s minds we knew that we would have