Pleasant Hill Elementary School: A Short Story

Face was red, arms were shaking, the student was so nervous to get back the test. He twitched in his chair and was fidgety until he got back into his test. He almost sprinted to get his test back from the teacher and she yelled at him. “O MY GOSH,” he said. “That is such a bad grade.” He walked away and immediately went on to Genesis to check his grades. “I have such a bad grade now because of this one test.”

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

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

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.

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!

It’s just a normal Tuesday, I tell myself as I look at my usual spot now occupied by the blonde haired, blue eyed, bombshell Yuki Akima. The newest addition to Shady Oaks High and already I absolutely despise her. I spot an open chair in back and head for it passing by Yuki not bothering to give her a second glance. I sat in the chair and waited for the teacher to get in. When I look up Yuki’s blatantly staring at me a strange look in her eye.

About six months ago Sean was bullied in the locker room at St. Vincent High School. He was in the locker room minding his business when suddenly another teenager comes up and starts hitting Sean in the face knocking him over. Sean could taste the blood in his mouth. After only a few moments the other teenager stopped and ran away. When he got up his head was pounding and he couldn’t feel his bottom lip. He also had cuts all over his face. Thankfully the schools camera caught the whole thing live and the family decided to put the video online so that people could hear his story. Unknowingly something incredible happened. Rener Gracie saw this video and felt touched by it. Rener runs a Jui jitsu company that has gyms all around the country

“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.

When most people at East Langford Highschool hear Francis Davis name they will make a face and this face will stay inside of your head. Francis had the worst reputation around school. Nobody could say anything to Francis without their feelings getting hurt from her sharp remarks. As Francis walks out the front door of East Langford High School, she has her two sidekicks by her side- Isabelle and Penelope. These girls didn’t have the best reputation neither. The girls walks to Francis home while sharing a cigarette. “ What are yall trying to get into before the day is over,” asked Penelope? Penelope was always the one trying to do something reckless. “Anything, it doesn’t even matter,” agreed Francis and Isabelle. As the girls approached Francis

It was a normal school day in November at Lockport Middle School. The sun was out, full of children laughing and playing at recess. My friend and I were talking and she asked me if I would want to go shopping with her in Baton Rouge the next day. I could not wait to go home and ask my mom. I love shopping! The school day dragged only because I couldn’t wait for the next day to come. When I finally got home I asked my mom and she told me that I had to go see my mawmaw before I went. She has been telling me lately that I needed to go see her soon because she was sick. I always made excuses because mawmaw always gets sick, but she always gets out of it! She’s a strong woman, I know she will get through it. I finally convinced my mom to let me go see her when I got back from shopping.

“ 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.”

“Dear Mr. Silvestre congrats, your son Jerald has been accepted into our humble, Upland High School.We are hosting a welcome ceremony on monday so you can drop off your student an hour early with his things.Also,make sure he is wearing the school’s wristband on campus.They monitor the location of the student for security,since the school is on an island you never know what could happen.”I have so much to do and writing these acceptance letters wasn't something I was enjoying.Setting up the traps for when they get here and prepare for their arrival!I wasn’t lazy,just a major procrastinator.The boss would be mad if I didn’t finish the arrival procedures and I didn’t like the boss being mad.Even thought I was in control I felt like a slave to him despite it all.After I finished setting everything up I ran through everything again.

Trump, the businessman who's currently leading the Republican presidential field, addressed a crowd of hundreds from the front entrance of Urbandale High School — the result of a lobbying effort by students to lure a presidential candidate to their homecoming festivities.

As I stared out the passenger window of my mother's black BMW that was currently halted at a red light, the reality of my forever-changed life hit me, hard. My father had, once again, charmed his way to a better position in the army with his compelling words, but everything comes with a price. This time it happened to be at the expense of my junior year. I wasn't exactly the cheerleader, but I had established a routine that I didn’t intend on changing. This adjustment was of no concern to my mother, who had never been one to argue, considering most of the people she interacted with were overseas. So, thanks to my parents, here I was on the first day of the 11th grade at Northside High School in Philadelphia instead of Atlanta, where I previously lived. The

Pushing open the doors of Bethel Park High School one last time as we exited the building on the last day of school, my friends and I decided to go to our favorite restaurant. All eight of us squeezed into one SUV and we commenced on our 15-minute road-trip that included lots and lots of “singing”, a.k.a. screaming. We pull into the small, and always congested parking lot and found a small spot near the entrance of the restaurant. We filed out of the car like kids getting off a school bus, one after another after another. We burst our way through the door where we were greeted with one of my favorite all time sayings, “Welcome to MOE’s”! The way all the employees drag on the end of saying “MOE’s” is music to my ears. We headed straight to line,