Report Cards-Personal Narrative

Seventh grade started off well for me, as most school years did. There was the usual getting used to schedules, teachers, and so on, which always took effect, and then adjusting to who you’re in class with. Well, this and I began my third year of scouting, along with a few of my friends. This allowed us to go camping with each other often, and I enjoyed it very much. All of this held true until around December, so about ⅓ of the way through the school year. This was when my grandpa was sent into the hospital again from a heart problem that he had. When I say “again” I don’t mean that anything had happened too recently, but he did he stay there the previous January before seventh grade. At first, no one in my family worried, but quickly were doubting our initial thoughts. The reason he had relapsed from his previous recovery of the heart condition is because he had taken pills that doctors had told him he would have to take for the rest of his life. This was problematic to him because he had never taken pills for a prolonged period of time before, so after roughly ten months he stopped taking them. He thought he could, even though it went against the doctor's orders, just

For my first extra curricular, I selected my role on Student Council. In Grade 9 I aspired to make a difference within my school community. I was one of two students elected to be Grade 9 Representative with a grade population of roughly 400 students. I took that year to learn the inner works of Student Council and that’s where my role within the school began. I took the time to get to know students on a personal level. I learned how to strive as a leader, by way of the executive members as well as those who were in the position before me. After continuing my involvement in Council the following year, I was again one of two students elected to be Grade 10 Representative. That year, I was given more responsibility to grow as a leader which increased my

On Saturday August 22, 2015 at approximately 1900 hours while working floor B-5 at Hall County Jail I Officer Herman Quintana Badge # 4816 and Officer Rogers Badge # 8207, Officer Quintana doing routing checkup observe that the inmate Griffin Jerry offender # 419881 he had the jump suite half body, other inmates had not jump suite at all, radioed B-5 tower to open pod # 577 Officer Quintana gave them a warning asking to put the jumpsuit correctly, Officer Quintana exit pod #577 towards the tower, when I was in the tower with Officer Rogers looking true the tower glass observe that any inmate complain with officer Quintana orders, the accommodate the jumpsuit the right way ,officer Quintana leaves the B-5 tower in the direction of pod # 577,entering

Today at school I received my mid year report card I got mostly C’s and B’s, I was way too scared to let my parents see it. To my parents, that is terrible, they believe unless you get A+’s you’re a failure. Last time I got a report card I got straight B’s and my parent’s hurt me, they bullied me for days on end, I was proud of myself for getting them marks but they called me stupid, an underachiever and of course an idiot. I came home from school today and my palms were dripping with sweat while anxiety was flowing through me. I handed my parents the report card their eyes staring at my card with anger, you could pretty much see smoke flying out their ears they were furious. “YOU IDIOT!!”, “YOU’RE SUCH AN UNDERACHIEVER!!”, “YOU’RE A DISAPPOINTMENT!!”

When my report card gets home im one-hundred percent sure that my mom is going to open it. Because that is what she does all the time. This first marking period I didn't do so great so im sure that my moms face is going to be the face of disappointment. They will be pretty mad about the grades and sad. They will probably tell me to give them my phone or that im moving schools. They wouldn't be pleased with the grades. Im sure that I might give them some excuse about why I got that grade and how im going to try to do better next marking period. Then they will answer with the same old story about why they work and that I will never understand and that I will keep on getting bad grades. But then soon enough like in 3 days it will be forgotten

Academically, I have improved in class participation and study skills. keeping my grades up is hard to do, I am scared to fail any class that is important to me. I have grown academically from the beginning of the school to now, I am proud of myself to improve in my class than last semester. The only class that I am missing is Culture Geography, I'm worried for that class, but it is not one of the three requirements. I want to pass this grade to move on to the next. I have become a better grade in English 9 because I really focused in that class to bring my grade up.

I love school and I always have. Okay, so it does have some of its problems like bullying and some long homework. Still, I like school a lot. There are some good friends, nice teachers, and some amazing facts. This is a kind of a memoir so it will be all about me and my journeys from PreK to 8th grade (right now). Let’s get on with this.

many years ago it was my birthday and as i was walking to my auntie house, there was a women called sherry. she had stopped me and she wanted to know what my name was, and so when i told her she said that she has a granddaughter that name and then we just kept talking and then when i got done talking to her i called my mom to tell her that i was on my way over my auntie house, and so when i got there she was there and my grandma had called she wanted to talk to me, she said “guess what i got u for your birthday” i said a tablet she said how u know because i been wanting a tablet for a long time and i been telling u that i been wanting a tablet. i told her that i was very excited. when i got home my cousin had texted me she wanted to know if

I remember the first time I ever went to elementary school and I was scared out my mind. I really didn't want to go. I tried to run out but my uncle chip grabbed me before i could make it out the school. School was fun but I always wanted to stay home and chill.I didn't recall any favorite moments in elementary school.

My parents came to America with no understanding of English, nor had they ever gone to college or finished high school. Both of their situations set a precedent for how my elementary school life could roll out. To begin with, the first days of school for me as a tiny girl who adored jumping around on all the furniture possible in her house and who hated sitting for more than ten seconds did not turn out as expected. The lump in my throat hid under my appearance: two curly mud brown pigtails, a navy blue skirt with an untucked white shirt, and the mask of a smile my parents begged me to keep all day. At first, the mask my parents told me to keep on stayed attached to my face. Yet, as minutes seemed to turn into hours, the constant thought of

I am applying for the Occupational Therapist position at St.Amant as advertised on the WRHA Website. From my previous work experience with St.Amant, I feel that my values and the values of occupational therapy align well with that of your organization, such as a client- and family-centred approach, collaboration, professionalism, and promotion of independence. It has been my goal to again obtain employment with St.Amant since beginning the Master of Occupational Therapy (MOT) program in order to continue to support the Autism Early Learning Program and promote independence and occupational engagement for individuals with intellectual disabilities and their families in a community setting.

After attending several different denominational churches being raised, I soon stopped attending churches except for an occasional special program. I entered the military, attended several worship services and got nowhere. I did go to church but it was sporadic for several years then not at all. I did get married in the church I attended most being raised and that was all, I went back one more time then stopped attending at all. I was active duty military (1 1/2 years) and was being shipped to South East Asia, got married and then left for a year. When I returned from South East Asia I only attended church maybe 10 or 12 times in following 25 years. Nothing interested me and I had no desire to listen to something I had no understanding of or

Hey Rebecca, this is one of my favorite books of all time. I read this to my nephew for his bed time every now and then. I even made puppets to make it more exciting. This book has been used many times at my work since I deal with Kindergartners and First Graders. The images of the book catches every students eyes in my experience the First Graders grasps and executed in their drawings. This is all time favorite book in my class. There are so many show and tell vidoes available on the internat, if you get a chance go ahead and have a look.

On august, 19 2015 at approximately 2104 hours I was dispatched to 112 Hendry st Union Point GA in reference to a Physical altercation. Upon my arrival, I was called over to 117 Hendry st by a Mr. Wendell Webb. Mr. W Webb was sitting on the steps of the residence holding a towel to his head and was covered in blood. MR W Webb had a gash above his left eye and scratches on his shoulders and chest.

For about 11 years I have been cooking for all my siblings and taking care of them while both parents worked. I also help my mother with the laundry and taking care of a neighbor with alzheimers which has helped to pay for food and bills. For the past two years i have been working to provide for myself and my family as well. This has affected my grades negatively for a few years now, i have been dropping because I'am almost not able to study or do homework. I have been in charge of getting all my siblings up lowering the amount of sleep I already get from doing homework all night. Even on days of i have many house chores to finished other then applying to scholarship like this and