Pleasant Hill Elementary School: A Short Story

Ten years after all of the drama with TJ and the Wallace’s, Cassie gets transferred to an all white Jefferson Davis school. On the first day of school Cassie walks on the bus with all of the white kids, as she was walking to the back of the bus the white kids were staring at her in a weird way that makes her spit on a white kid before she even gets to sit down. She then gets thrown off the bus and has to walk in the mud with a black kid, Scotty Smith that had moved here two days ago. When Cassie figured out that a boy was moving into a house in front of their house she was blushing. As they were walking to the school it was very awkward because Cassie likes Scotty Smith, but she didn’t have the courage to tell him before they had to split apart to go to their different schools.

I am Mr. LaBreck. I am not the Principal of Chocksett Middle School in the Wachusett Regional School District. I am just an ordinary man who lives on a farm with an ordinary house. And ordinary animals. But something out of the ordinary happened

For years, past principals of Sherwood Middle School have grouped kids based on history and looks. It has brought the students to hatred of these staff members. For the past two years the oldest prisoners at Sherwood Middle School have had to endure the wrath of the strict and mean guards. Now there's a new one that is making the kids think twice. In the second paragraph, we will talk about the old principle, what he was like and what kids thought of him. In the third paragraph, we will talk a little about the new principal, why he's here and where he came from. Lastly, will we talk about how the students reacted and what they think of the change.

I had high hopes of returning shortly, and thought that I would be able to pick up where I left off and continue on with my dreams. What I didn’t know is that life doesn’t always play up to your expectations and things don’t always turn out the way you want them to be. Everything that I had known and was accustomed to was simply not my reality anymore. There was no college football, there were no scholarships, there was a radically different university system, and there were so many different factors that would deem my plans impractical and useless. And although I refused to give up and strived to keep giving my best effort in face of adversities, the difference was that this time, I would have to face most of these adversities alone.

Ring! The loud bell sounded and the children came and went running past Maggie. She told her mom she would go straight to the office when the bell rang, whatever that meant. Now it made sense. Well, there it is, she thought as she glanced at the huge big block letters.

This plan took place in 8th grade year, I was a new student at Sunland elementary. It was around September when this event occurred. I learned to not try to impress others making bad decisions that could lead to big trouble.

Breaking news from Belle Plaine Middle School! A girl on Venus name Margot has been stuck in a closet during the one hour of sun!

“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.” Born and raised in a box where everyone knows everyone means that there’s always “go to” places. As we grow out of cleats and place dolls in the attic, the giant wooden obstacles that you know every nook and cranny too are now just tired playgrounds filled with new children left to discover those hidden spots. The man made lakes that left the smell of sweet summer and chlorine lingering in your hair and skin are now rain puddles. Places from childhood form who we are and create everlasting friendships but over time, as the leaves change in the seasons so can we.

I went to Ridgecrest Elementary School for the gifted program there, through first grade to fifth grade. I could have gone to Safety Harbor Elementary's gifted program instead, but I didn't for some important reasons. I made a decision to go to Ridgecrest Elementary; a full-time gifted school rather than Safety Harbor Elementary; a once a day gifted school because of.

Nelson Mandela once said, “There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.” I’ve had the opportunity to attend Allegany College of Maryland, not only as a sapling when in high school, but later in life as an adult. Ten years ago, I sat in a similar gymnasium, anxiously awaiting my high school principle to call my name so I could walk across the stage and receive my diploma. My journey since my high school graduation has rarely been straight, but rather, full of hills and curves and of course, a few potholes. Those twists and turns of my journey, lead the way

“ Yea, I heard that there’s a nutty negro student became the president of an Americanism Club in Cleveland Central High School. I bet that poor thing didn’t even know what is Americanism.”

I feel as if happiness is a joke and no one ever let me in on the punchline. I see others enjoying it and having a grand old time, but I just don’t quite get it. There are times when I think I have figured it out, but it will slip from my grip and I’m left miserable, once again finding that I was wrong about it all along. It’s a vicious cycle of never-ending despair. That’s just my life for you.

BEEP BEEP BEEP the alarm clock goes off, it reads 6:00 am , I'm up and ready to get in the shower. By 6:50 I'm dressed and ready to start my 25 minute walk to school. It’s 7:15 and I'm walking through the doors of Holy Name Central Catholic High School. RING now it's 7:20 time to get my books for my classes. RING It is now 7:40 the official start of the school day and the official start of my first class. What you didn't know was that I went to bed at 11:30 pm because I was up doing my homework and studying for the test and quizzes that I have this week. Why did you got to bed at 11:30 you ask? Well when I get home from walking for 25 minutes I have to do my chores, watch my brothers and run errands with my mother and do my school work.

From the moment I walked across the graduation stage to the last moment in DeMolay, life had leaded me on a culmination of experiences. I had a profound revelation that because of all the poor circumstances I had learned to overcome. I was stronger and more prepared for the next era as an adult, and a leader who had empathy for those who didn’t have certain privileges. School was simply not easy, I didn’t not have positive role model that I could look to when conflicted with moral decisions. Kids of course looked at how I dressed and the length of my hair to judge my character. I paid no mind as I saw my future in the lyrics of each uplifting song I would play in the morning. Expression and empowerment were the culmination of a resilience and

The first seven years of my life I had a great group of friends who loved me dearly. I went to a great school, and I had a very loving family. What I did not know is that my life would change in the blink of an eye. While I sat in my desk first grade year, the intercom came on and the lady said, “ Breanna Fair needs to check out.” When my family got home, I saw boxes packed with my family’s belongings. I wandered down the halls of Andalusia Elementary School and there were many thoughts running through my mind. What’s happening?Why did we move?Will I make a lot of new friends? At first I felt scared, but now I have attended Andalusia for almost twelve years and I could not be happier with the group of friends I have and the accomplishments