Short Story Of Writing: Mrs. Brennan

My freshman year everyone had branched off from me and I was pretty much a loner. I didn’t belong to any sports group, academic club, or extra afterschool curricular. It was just me, myself, and I. on day in English class, with Mrs. Nelson we were all given projects which consisted of various assignments on the topic of The Great Gatsby.” While Mrs. Nelson handed out assignments, fairly easy grades right? So wrong. When Mrs. Nelson handed me my assignment, I wanted to die (not literally). For the assignment I had to write a song based on something from the book. After class I asked her why I was given the assignment and if I was able to change it, what she told me gave me the confidence to complete the project and get that

Sometimes, as we grow older, the future can seem unimaginable. I feel as if the future is like a firefly on a summer night. Yo go around trying to catch one, and once you think you caught it, it is gone. Then, you come back the next day, waiting to catch another, but once again, it is out of reach. The cycle keeps going.The main point is that we may think that we are nearing the future, but we will never arrive to that place. This said, I want everyone to know that we should be living in the moment. I occasionally remember the memories from elementary school, and I wish I could relive them. In the future, I want to look upon these days and want to relive them as well. Live each day to the fullest because it will never come

I Heard footsteps coming while I was working at the dishwasher and it was my dad he said “ I talked to your teacher today and I agree with her to keep you in the A.P. Literature class” I then held my head in disappointment but realized that it was only right for my dad to keep me in there. Because I tried to leave her class but, my memorable experience is about the time my dad and my teacher Ms. Madera tried to stop me from giving up on myself. there hasn’t been a time where I Deondre Williams have given up on myself even when I was down to the last straw about to fail because failure haunts me as if it was a ghost haunting your soul. I really appreciate and love my dad and Ms. Madera because I knew that there is people here for me but I never

It was a Monday morning in october, a work day. I usually would go to school but I had the day that monday for parent teacher conferences. I was in second grade. Even though I had off of school, my mom still had to go to work. She worked at a private school, which didn't have conferences that day. My alarm went off, and I crawled out of bed. I “Why do I still have to get up early? I don't even have school” I thought, as I dragged myself across the hall to the bathroom. I got myself ready for school, and my mother and I were out the door.

The paper was set on the wooden desk and a pen was poised in her hand. She chewed her lip and flicked the pen, contemplating what to write. How could she sum it up? This was the last thing she'd ever write. Explaining it all would take too long. It had to be something short. Something that would tell her family and friends why.

When I was in the third grade, I had this teacher named Ms. Tofan. Ms. Tofan and I got along well… that was for the first two months of school. One day our class was instructed to write a math test. This wasn’t anything usual, so I proceeded to write my test. However, once I received my test back, something was a bit uncommon, I did well on the test! Perhaps it was due to the fact that I just understood fractions better than any other math unit, or maybe it was because I just did extremely poorly on other units, but Ms. Tofan wasn’t convinced that I deserved my grade fair and square. Quickly, my joy from receiving this beautiful grade faded. Ms. Tofan, grabbed my wrist and pulled me over, she then started throwing around words like “academic integrity”, and kept going on and on about how “its ok to ask for help, but not ok to cheat”. At first I was completely shocked. I had no idea what she was talking about. Then, suddenly it kicked in she thought I cheated!

Seeming guilty, my mentor spent the rest of the remaining class looking for my project around the entire school. Meanwhile, I was led to the principal's office. For a very long I felt that time was frozen and I began to blame myself leaving everything in the room and not taking it home. The headmaster called in my mother and I had to recollect step-by-step of what exactly happened. Together, we decided that I would just take the grade that had received and that I would not need to rebuild the project. However, it was at a cost, I would not receive an award and no one would be able to see the product of my hard work. With a optamistic and firm voice I refused the offer and chose door number two. The teachers including my mother were shocked because I chose to challenge their judgment and I promised them that in the time remaining I would redo my project and it would be better looking than the one

Now that I look back on it I was immature and foolish during the eighth grade. I had this history teacher Mr.Simmenson that I didn’t like much because I felt like he would always pick on me and embarrass me in class.Mr.Simmenson had burnt orange skin, he always wore Dickies with a whole in it, he was bald with some blond bangs on top of his head, and he always spit when he talked. So one day me and this girl named Lauren decided to do the most treacherous thing to him. She bout two eggs to school one was boiled and the other one wasn’t. So during lunch we ran past his class and threw the eggs in it. Nobody never knew who did it. There was another time when she bought a potato to school and we drew the features of the teacher on it and wrote Jan on it. Jan was Mr.Simmensons first name we seen it on his papers. Sometimes when he was writing on the chalkboard everybody would take turns yelling Jan out and he would he mad. Or at 11:00am twice a week everybody would throw their books on the floor and put their heads down. There are so many foolish stories and I can’t tell them all. But even though I did all this I didn’t care if I got in trouble. It took two serious situations for me to come to reality of the things I was

The future, is defined as something that will exist or happen hereafter, a condition especially of success or failure, to come. The future can be scary if you don’t have a solid and feasible plan for it today. Because of this it is imperative that a I have my goals set for my future success at an attainable level. I believe that on my way to achieve my goals, I will express my talents and interests and contribute to society’s prosperity.

In 5th grade my parents wanted me to attend an after school activity. I tried out drawing and art, but, after my dad wanted me to try out something different. My choses were acting or cheerleading. I really didn’t like cheerleading and thought it was for some other girls to do, so I tried out acting. On my first day: I walked quietly into the room looking around at all the other students getting a good look at what they looked like. My acting teacher Mr. K was fairly tall he looked a little scary but once you got to known him you’d feel more comfortable. Mr. K then welcomed everyone into to the classroom and sat me next to a girl

As each deadline passed for sources and rough drafts, I didn't have anything to turn in. Also as each deadline passed I got more and more nervous knowing that I'd get a horrible grade in the class if I didn't do it. Then, I'd get grounded a lot could've happened from that. Then one morning at church I was talking with one of my

Fourth grade was an extremely special year, yet i did not realize it at the time. The teacher for this grade was Mrs. Alba, a very strict teacher who was really trying to help me.I was a was a ten year old fourth grader thinking I do not need help, rather doing things on my own. Mad and frustrated were my feelings toward Mrs. Alba, because I had no idea what she was trying to do. Unknown to me I was going to find out.

In around the end of October, I got a prescription for a medicine. I had to take the medicine for a week. The medication did not allow for me to go outside, so I had to give a note to my teacher, requesting to stay in the classroom during recess. My teacher’s name was Mrs. McGovern and she let me stay inside the empty classroom for recess. I did not have anything to do, so I decided to take some scrap paper and write

My future is something I often think about. Most often, the questions that arise include the common doubts of “Am I doing this right?”, or even the occasional midnight philosophical questions such as “Why are we here?”, and so on. For the purpose of this essay, I will focus on the factors that have allowed me to reach this point in my life and how these factors influenced and continue to influence me, in order to provide me with a visualization of my future.

It was freshman year of high school and all I wanted was to make friends and look and be "cool". It was a couple months in and I already had made several new friends and I couldn 't be any happier. As freshmen, we were all fourteen of fifteen and all we could talk about was going out, how much our parents got on our nerves, Quinceñeras, clothes, shoes, and whatever was in and trending at that time. Like any other teenager, I wanted and cared about what others thought of me. School was heading towards the middle of the year so it was time for that dreadful open-house night where students had to drag their parents to each of their classrooms and meet the teachers and the other aspects of the school. Of course, this was not mandatory, but teachers knew that if they gave us a good reason, like a free homework grade, students would be more enticed to drag their parents and themselves and endure the school’s open-house night. So of course, I brought my mom since I thought that I still had time to catch up on my grades and that free homework grades would save me and my cringe worthy grades.