School: A Fictional Narrative

Recently, I met with the head custodian, Mr. Antontio Rhodes and accompanied him on a school grounds tour and interview on the maintenance of Magee Elementary School. Mr. Rhodes spoke with a sense of pride as we walked the perimeter of the school. The state of the art learning institution contains 76,063 square feet and 35 classrooms which accommodate K-4th-grade students. In addition, the school has rooms for special education and inclusion rooms, physical therapy/occupational therapy, dyslexia and music classrooms. Furthermore, the school has four computer classrooms, intervention labs, a library, cafeteria, and gym all under one roof. Mr. Rhodes keeps the school immaculate by using an organizational cleaning and staff delegation schedule.

In chapter one, The Way Schools Work by Bennett DeMarrais and LeCompte talks about multiple theories and its influences on the purposes of schooling. This chapter discusses, functionalism, critical theory, conflict theory, interpretive theory and feminism. I do not only identify with one of these ideas since most of them clearly explained how their thinking affects our beliefs on the educational system. I found Interpretive Theory one of the theories that I can relate to my own experience. Interpretive theory argues that people create their own meanings as they interact with other people around them.

Mel's school was the Devils, and know they are the Merryweather Tigers, Roar. Many people are upset about it. In spanish class people call her Me-no-linda pretty much meaning, not pretty. She's kind of hurt by it.

In my 7th year at Bradley Middle School I had, what was arguably, the most embarrassing moment of my life. It was nearly the end of the school year, maybe mid April. That year I was forced to take Theater Arts to complete my fine arts credits so I could graduate. I know now art would have been the easier route, but 7th grade me lived for a challenge. Let me tell you that’s what that class was a challenge. Our assignment had been to recite a monologue that our teacher had chosen for us a couple of weeks ago. If only I knew about the nightmare to come.

"Then comes baby in a baby carriage" was all Rafael could think about when he sees Sonny push a carriage with various bags attached to it into his apartment. What on earth was he involuntarily being roped into? Babysitting and on the one day he wasn't busy with multiple cases or tutoring his boyfriend.

While at Cornatzer Elementary, I attended multiple training workshops such as on MTSS and balanced literacy. These three workshops were created by the principal, the assistant principal, the reading specialists, and the guidance counselor. These workshops addressed goals 1 and 3 from the SIP; however, they have not created a workshop for goal 2, math. I know from speaking with the principal that the school has planned to begin workshops on Guided Math later in the year. These workshops have all been created to target goals from the SIP.

A true school story is never about school. It is about the war that never ends in it, especially the war in student council. When you are still a freshman in the school, no matter what happened, you still want to be a member of student council by the end of the year. This all began to change when you are an upperclassman in school. When you become a sophomore, reality struck. You start to understand the warfare and blood in it. If you are guessing that student council can’t have corruption and “power hungry eagles”, you were wrong. To be quite honest, it is not a civil war, but a World War 3 in there. They may look nice and great on the outside, but really they aren’t. Everyone has a desire and ambition to become the highest ranking person in the council, especially reelection season. You are always fighting for what have exactly no meanings.

(A/N: i literally could not for the life of me remember what plot we decided on but i’m pretty sure it was that winter moves to milwaukee and greg has to show him around their school? btw i just googled hs in milwaukee and chose the first one i could find hours for so——— i’m going with that plot :3c + character info and reference attached in case you need it!)

In school billy was playing baseball. And he got hit in the face by a baseball he could not play anymore his team was sad he was the best one in his team.Billy went to school the next day he got a c- on his math test. on science he got a a+ he was happy about that and after school he worked on math test and then his friend called him Jack he said if billy can come over Billy said okay give me 10mins i will meet you at the park.They both met and played then it was 4:00 pm then Billy hit his head on a metal bar he had to go home . The next day he went to the hospital the doctor said Billy almost died so he got a shot then he went back home he got to stay at home Billy went out after school ended then he played on the park until 8:00 pm so

All I can recall is coming home after a distressed day of elementary school. I went to Live Oak and loved it there.my mom had already indicated to me that I would have to go to a different school, Lake Park, but didn’t have to if I really didn’t want to. I didn’t want to go simply because I didn’t want to leave my friends.

Is it a left or a right at the stairwell? I should just go home. Did you actually think you could pull this off? Moron. Whatever I’m almost there. I don’t know what dad was fussing about. Going to the cafeteria isn’t nearly as bad as he had said. I am lost though, but they acted as if there were lions and tigers and bears. Oh my God! That smells amazing! Is that Cheerios? Wait, there’s a chickeny smell. Maybe, a chicken biscuit? Whatever, anything is better than that crap at home. Do I turn here? These damn walls look the same. Oh, there’s a light. Can’t wait to taste-- Ouch! Why is that duct so freaking high up? It smells like chlorine in here. Where am I? It’s hella bright in here. Is this a classroom? Oh god! That means some student will see me and they’ll call the janitor and--

In a far away city not even close to NP3, which is the worst middle school on Earth (Note: not the worst middle school on Earth), came a war between the 3 middle school students named Jacob, Dillon, and Gio, which is where they find their true destiny in the process of saving the world (and partly damaging it in the process).

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.

Everything was silent in the halls of Franklin Township Middle School West. The only noise was my shoes hitting against the cold, hard, blue and tan tiles.

Autumn had just begun. Once vibrant green, now crispy orange and brown leaves gently floated down from the towering trees. The golden yellow school bus came to a quick halt. About five kids stood up and got off. Then, the bus started to move again. My stop was next, but it took about five minutes from this stop to get there. The bus was empty except for me and the driver, Mrs Wendy. It had a strong smell of body odor. I unzipped my backpack and grabbed a small, pink bottle of perfume and spritzed it a couple of times. Finally, the bus stopped once more. I stood up and walked down the aisle. Sticky, already chewed gum was stuck to the floor and food wrappers just sat there, motionless. The buses doors opened and the wrappers blew towards the back of the bus.