Personal Narrative: Yorktown Vs. Denbigh

My school was over-crowded but violence was rare. It was the only public school in town which could provide bachelor’s degree in commerce. I was a science student and had a good reputation among teachers and students. I had to come in class early to sit in the first seat because there were many students and most of the them wanted to sit in the first row. Sometimes, I used to be late than usual and I had to sit in the last row from where I could hear nothing what teachers taught. Each day, I had to struggle to learn as classes were usually noisy and only few students used to follow teachers’ commands. There were so many students in a class that I could barely remember my classmates. Sometimes, there used to be fight among attentive and inconsiderate students because bad scoring students were usually noisy. Good

I remember the very first day of school, I felt isolated and misunderstood. When I got there all eyes were on me, looking at me as the new kid, I was sweating in the cold. I felt like going back home. In a classroom full of 7th graders, students were

In 1752 at the age seventeen years, I was a destitute living in Scotland, Ireland. With no real skill-trade or education I had high ambitions to become a collective dependant, hoping to achieve a stable lively-hood in the New World. I lost most of my loved sickness. The only few relatives remaining were as impoverished as myself. Fearing there would be no prospect of a better life in Scotland I contracted myself as an indentured servant in exchange for passage to the New World. I and many others boarded a merchant ship that specialized in the trade of textiles and dress making. It was in the interest of the captain to keep us fed and in decent health to be sold for profit to proprietors in the colonies. Our voyage to New York would take 8-9

The school day did not start out as the normal routine and I was not used to this. I came in the classroom, set my backpack in my cubbie, and the teacher was watching the television screen. I cannot recollect what my teacher told the class about the events. Either I was too young to remember what she said or I was not paying attention. After everyone settled down, Mrs. Scholar began the school day. I remember some kids were leaving school. Their parents came and picked them up after just dropping them off an hour ago. Some of my classmates did not come to school that day at all. I

I had started putting on a lot of weight, and already being very quiet and shy, I felt awkward and out of place, especially in year 6. This was the year that our school decided to make year 7 part of high school, so it was the year that the grade six and sevens were both graduating. Our year group felt like we were second rate graduates, only getting 3 days camp as opposed to a week, and instead of an end of year river cruise, we went just went bowling. Probably worst of all, we never got the chance to feel like the oldest in the school until year 12, but by then we were already fed up with school anyway.

The lectures in psychology captured my interest like no other subject had. I vividly remember thinking to myself how incredible it was to think about the science behind why we think. Not only did psychology answer some of these questions, it’s also rapidly changing. Contrary to my love of having questions answered, I love how much is still unknown in psychology. With the progression of technology, the landscape of psychology is shifting; videos we watched in class from five or ten years ago posed questions that couldn’t be answered until recently. Our teacher was able to incorporate new evidence into her presentations, removing the feeling of stagnation felt with other

Freshman year of hs was a bad time for me. A month after starting at Cardozo hs I was then attacked by this loudmouth person. I was on the way to Algebra from gym class when a random person came up to me and acted like an animal. He was getting loud with me over

I have attached a document with my schedule for this fall. Unfortunately, I am not in Morgantown this summer, so I am unable to meet. I could possibly make a trip to Morgantown to meet with you, but that is not definite. If you would like to talk on the phone or some other method of communication, I am more than willing to do

In the study, students enrolled in a community college were placed into two identical introductory psychology courses. Over the course of the class, instructors taught a number of lessons that addressed popular myths or stereotypes about human psychology and behavior. These included old adages such as “Humans only use 10% of the brain,” “Individuals commonly repress the memories of traumatic experiences” and “People with schizophrenia have multiple personalities.” Students filled out a preliminary questionnaire to gage what they knew (or didn’t know) on the very first day of class. They were

An everyday norm would be to walk from one place to the other until you have reached your desired destination. As I was on my way to the New McHugh Flats from my dormitory Gramley, I began to analyze my surroundings. By this I am referring to the individuals that passed by me with a smirk or a lovely gesture. I would notice their face expressions to be nonchalant, as well as the amount of acknowledgment I received as I walked passed them. Everything seemed common, just like any other day. You make eye contact then you look away or you give a small smirk or just discard their existence. Either way I kept moving forward, I gave gentle smile and proceeded with my walk. I was dressed casually or what someone would consider appropriate because of the climate as well as setting. Furthermore, it was broad daylight midafternoon and the square was filled with a variety of individuals with their families carving pumpkin. Other than that, all was usual.

They had told me two days prior, my parents, that I would finally be attending public school for the first time in all my 15 years of being alive. Naturally, I had thought my parents jesting when they told me. It was crazy to me that they would suddenly spring this on a poor, unsuspecting teen girl two days before the start of the entire school year. Honestly, I feel like culture shock would apply in this instance! Especially for someone who had been homeschooled their entire life. I didn't know the first thing about the commonplace workings of a normal school day for the average millennial, and honestly, I had assumed I’d never need to.

The sky was a bright blue and the sun was shimmering right over the silver,stunning Eiffel tower, absolutely no clouds in sight. As I looked out my huge bay window, I could tell the morning was starting and everybody was on their way. I was almost ready for the last day of school at Downey Hills MIddle School. As I was brushing my hair and brushing my teeth, my mom called from downstairs, “come on you are going to be late Cadence.” As mom called up to me I was getting on my favorite pair of jeans, a cute white shirt, my long pink cardigan, and my white sandals with a bow and lots of jewels. I rushed downstairs, so happy for the summer to start. My mom gave me a big bear hug and I grabbed all my stuff. As I finally got out the door, away from all my crazy siblings, I ran to Lance’s house and waited for her to come out of her front door as happy as I was, so we could walk to school together. We got to school and everybody was talking about what they were going to do over summer vacation. We started walking to our homeroom class which was run by Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith had a smile on her face like a kid opening a present for the whole day, just waiting for the seventh period bell to ring. As the bell rang we said to each other “ we are free, no school for three months.” Then I said, “ now we can spend the summer together.” Lance looked at me, then said “ well, not exactly.”

The sun was shining slightly through the thick fog, and as I walked out the front door I could distinctly smell the diesel fuels coming from the silver truck. While I waited on my little sister to finish her breakfast, I packed both of our backpacks and lunchboxes into the backseat of the truck. I hopped in the front seat and asked to play on Brian’s, our close family friend who took us to school, phone until my sister was done eating her breakfast. He always let me play Angry Birds before we left for school. As soon as I was about to defeat the big green pig with the fast yellow bird, my sister came and knocked on my side of the truck. Brian took the phone back and told me to help her get in. Finally, on our way to school, I noticed the leaves piling up everywhere, which showcased the growing number of naked trees. I closed my eyes falling steadily back to sleep, imagining what it would be like to not have school today.

I stepped onto the school campus and could just see the constant flow of high school students wandering and walking to say ‘hi’ to their friends. This was very new to me since I was homeschooled all my life. I had no idea what it was like to be bullied or go to high school parties or make NEW friends. So I decided to find my first class which was world history. I found it eventually, luckily before the bell rang too. I couldn’t believe

Before I knew it we grabbed our backpacks and started following our teacher out the door. I loved the bus on the way to school but seeing all of the other kids going to catch their buses made me nervous. I was terrified that I was going to get on the wrong bus and never