Personal Narrative: Violence And Violence In High School

How does this program differ from the types of punishment that are typically used for violent criminals?

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness, broken promises, regrets, first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no hassle, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, encompassed by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.

Even though I was scared out of my mind, I never felt so powerful. A new school meant a new identity. It felt like new opportunites were on the tips of my fingertips and I wanted to take all of them. I wanted to dance in the middle of passing period, and dance no matter what anybody said about me. I wanted to join any club or class without any doubt in my mind. I knew that after staying at a school with the same people for 6 years, I would finally make more friends than ever before. With that in mind, I could have climbed mount everest or go swim with the sharks with no fears.

I came in as a scared little freshman. I’m pretty sure I peed my pants on the way to school. There was no need for me to be afraid because my brother was going into his senior year. The amount of times he told me there is nothing to worry about and everything is going to be okay was a very large amount. Of

School seemed to be equivalent to finishing a marathon day in and day out until the dismissal bell that would allow me to return to the sanctuary of my own home. It wasn’t until March of my freshmen year that I decided I didn’t want school to be something I would have to endure but rather a memorable experience. I was done being a victim to the fears within my own mind and decided to join the softball team midseason. WIth newfound confidence, I worked my way to varsity level and worked with my team to become the first softball team in Southwest history to win two league championships consecutively. Even if we had not won any games, the fact that I was able to work and communicate with other people effectively was a milestone in itself

Hey guys it's Haley, and I finally found a chunk of time to write! I have decided to make a final part of "The High School Terrors", since I got into my top high school! So as for the 2016/2017 school year, I will be attending Ronald Reagan High School! Since two weeks have passed since I was accepted to Reagan, I already enrolled! It may seem like I'm going a little fast-paced, but I always had a feeling that Reagan was the perfect high school for me.. In fact, I know what goes on at Reagan (the program) and I know a lot of people who will also be attending Reagan! So this is going to be an interesting ride.. As for my other high schools, I was accepted into Rufus King and Hamilton, but I was wait-listed by Audubon; which isn't a big deal

sat in my 8th hour room, staring at the clock, waiting for it to finally hit 3:05. After what felt like an eternity I heard the ring of the bell and a wave of students rushed out into the summer air. Summer was finally here and I couldn’t be happier. I had a whole three months to do whatever I wanted. No homework, no tests, no teachers. I hopped on my bus that would drive me home and deliver me to freedom.

It was my first paper of my senior year, and I was writing it for a teacher that was very intimidating. Other students had told me that if you didn’t sit right, talk right, and have perfect grammar that Mrs. King, the English teacher, would tear me apart and fail me. Since I was so intimidated by her I wanted to write a paper that would blow her away. I wanted to get on her good side so she wouldn’t tear me apart and fail me like I thought she would. The topic of the paper she assigned was, “What three school rules do you want to change and why?” This bland topic made it very difficult to write a slam dunk, out of the park paper; never the less I had to try.

On the above date and time, I Officer Marion, was notified of a vehicle that had been parked in an individual’s driveway. When the complaint, Ms. Peggy Walls, comforted the vehicle it drove away, Ms. Walls followed the vehicle into Estill Springs. I made contact and initiated a traffic stop with the vehicle on 41A and Alsonia Drive. The driver of the vehicle exited and ran back to my vehicle. I asked the driver, Mr. William Dye, what was going on tonight, he stated that a friend of a friend, Misty Newson, called and said she need help. I looked in the vehicle and found Ms. Newson in the floor board with a jacket thrown over her. I asked to see her hands she stated that she was afraid someone was going to kill her. I asked the driver of the

Every day students across the country wake up and go to school seeking an education. They learn basic skills and knowledge from classes such as English, math, biology, physics, photography and so many other classes that prepare students for adulthood. However, what is most alarming is that students have to cope with violence that is now occurring in schools. In the past, school violence involved bullying and mistreatment, but in recent decades weapons are now a part of the violence students encounter. Violence is a way for youth to gain authority over their peers. Additionally, violence in schools has promoted a national debate on gun control, bullying and plagued the overall learning experience in school environments. Not only do people need

Learning that school is something to be glad about was one aspect I will never forget. School helps spark and form the character of discovery in one’s mind. To find problems in the world’s society and attempt to fix them so future generations will not be forced to make that same mistake. Other than social media, education is the most powerful tool to train an adolescent’s mind. Coming from the Nobleboro Central School I have this story. The first trimester was a long one, I had never presented a project before and didn’t know the first thing about talking out loud in front of a class. Also, my English was considerably bad with papers handed in, in rough draft form. My English is still a little rusty, although my past teachers have guided me past the few trimesters preparing me for an average High School paper. Concludingly, the first trimester of public school was a real learning experience with mostly a C average in most of my classes which left room for improvement. The second trimester I had an understanding of school and was trying more and more on improving how I could understand teachers. This time of education at public school was the aha moment wherein I could explore the true reasons of presentations, tests and open book exams. The third and final trimester was a matter of consistency in grades. Because of this, most of my trimester average grades were in the B+/A range. Thankfully, because of this I had finished the 8th grade with most subjects having a yearly average of a

“The US Department of Education based on their recent surveys has reported that at least ten percent of the schools in the entire United States of America are faced with problems associated with violence and in these schools there is at least one serious case of crime other than thefts and physical attacks”(School Violence...). The article, School Violence-a Survey, on the School Violence, Weapons, Crime, and Bullying website clearly states a rising problem within the US. It seems as if the news has a constant flow of new school violence cases, and there is no indication of slowing down. It is truly shocking to think that teens could cause so much destruction in their own schools. Nevertheless, school violence cases occur quite

"well, are you going to press charges? that's physical assault!" Casey flops on her bed, phone to ear listening as her friend fumes.

School, to me and among many peers of my age, is not a distant term. I have spent one-third of my life time sitting in classrooms, every week since I was seven years old. After spending this much time in school, many things and experiences that happened there have left their mark in my memory. Some are small incidences while some have had a great impact on me. However, regardless the degree of significance, things that happened all contributed to shape the person that I am now.