Slcp Narrative

It was mid-morning when I pulled up to school, still wondering if I made the right decision by enrolling. Instead of feeling calm, cool, and collected the only thing arriving early did was increase the feeling of impending doom. My mind was racing a mile a minute. Am I going to be able keep up to the bright minds fresh out of high school? It was time to find out.

Kozol uses tone and diction to emphasize pathos in his article. Kozol chooses words that show the disarray of the school, such as “converted storage closets” (2005, pg. 716) and “unsanitary physical conditions” (2005, pg.719). These words show the disarray because of the connotation associated with them in society, those phrases and others give most people an uneasy feeling, especially when talking about a high

White sets the tone for the piece by informing the audience of his “increasing admiration for the teacher in the country school.” This simple beginning statement puts a positive image of country schools into the readers’ minds without too harshly pushing his opinion upon them, which could in turn, result in alienation of the audience. By using this technique, White is able to begin to persuade readers without them even realizing

Suddenly, I recognized the building. Just last week, I had visited the exact same campus. My eyes explored the hall in front of me for the second time. It’s Early College High School, I realized. This

Staring out above the clouds, my feet are warm and snug in the crafted italian boots, with my skis supporting me on the snow; all the worries of high school and its dysfunctionality are behind me. Strolling through the dark tunnels of high school I walk with a defined strut as if trying to impress my peers. It’s in these halls where I feel the anxiety of the world crashing down on me, but up on the fluffy, white, powdered slopes all of that anxiety is gone; it’s just me and my skis.

At Hazelwood High School, they do things differently than at my school. At Hazelwood, most of the people worry about themselves and nobody else. Most of the school doesn’t get good grades and the school does not do anything about it. One day in English class Andy walked out when they were reading Macbeth because it was too emotional for Andy to handle. His friends were concerned and told the school counselor. They said, “But… but… it seems like… like… he needs help or somethin’.” Then the counselor said, “Well, I probably shouldn’t tell you boys this, but he is getting some outside counseling… So you boys can relax and be assured that he is getting whatever help he needs”(100). At Harrisburg High School, if someone had an issue like that, the counselors and teachers would be concerned, even if the person was getting outside help. Another thing about education that is different than mine is the school. In Ronda’s English homework, she wrote, “Our school building must have been built about a million years ago, because it was brown and tall and raggedy-looking, but it fit right in with the rest of the day”(16). At my high school, we are very fortunate to have a very new building to learn inside of. At Hazelwood High, they were not fortunate enough to have a new high school be built. Culture and education are very important pieces of people’s

The first thing on the agenda of my visit was my official tour of the school. As I walked around the main campus I began to picture myself as part of the pack. With each new building I saw, the more I fell in love with the school. Everything from the glowing red-bricked education buildings to the exquisite student building, Talley Student Union. After I had walked the magnificent campus, it was time for my meeting with the head coach, Bryan Bunn. I had never met Coach Bunn or even talked to him, only email. When I stepped into his office with my mom every one of my senses was heightened. I could hear my heart beating out of my chest. I could hear every pipe that had water running through

I am aware that there are better and worse high schools out there than Fremont High School. And yet, reading Kozol's account of the terrible conditions that are endured by these students made me feel more aware of the severity of improper or inadequate education that poorly funded schools provide. All of these problems, alongside my awareness of my fortunate years of education, make me wonder, just as Mireya did, as to why, "...[students] who need it so much more get so much less?" (Kozol 648). Interestingly, I have little to comment on Kozol's actual writing style, even though he wrote this account of his. I was just so attached to the characters within that school that I wanted to be able to reach out somehow; Kozol definitely achieved something very touching here.

I lived in Toronto basically my whole life. Living in Toronto TTC (the public transit system, also known as the Toronto Transit Commission) is a must. Whether it be going to and from work or making a trip to the Eaton Centre with some friends. With my years of riding the TTC I have definitely had a, if not many gendered experiences. Rush hour is definitely the busiest time to get on the TTC, it’s the time of the day where everyone gets on. From the business men, to the teenagers to the homeless all trying to get somewhere. In the few minutes or the long hours on the TTC we all have some way we put on a performance whether we know it or not, trying to protect or show the world our gender and sexual identity.

Livermore Valley Charter Preparatory, LVCP, is a high school where people can come to learn, get a good education, and it is also a place where no one judges you. LVCP is also small, opening, and welcoming. It is a California Public Charter High School that is authorized by the Livermore Valley Joint Unified School District. A charter school is a public school that operates independently of a local school board. When I first signed up for LVCP, I was nervous because I thought that I wouldn’t know anyone. When I first entered through the doors of LVCP, I saw other freshmen, juniors, seniors, and sophomores. I am short, unsure of my future, and a great student.

As I woke up that faithful Monday morning, rain fell in torrents from the sky. It had been raining all weekend, and it would not stop no matter how hard I begged. My family and I had stayed in a hotel near to my new college for a few days before the move-in day. I felt apprehensive about the whole situation, and the rain did not help this feeling. As the upperclassmen loaded up my belongings onto carts, my parents and siblings followed me up to my new dorm. Then, as I opened the door for the first time, I flinched at seeing my new room. The room was tiny compared to my bedroom at home. On top of that, I am only able to utilize half of the space.

Readers can recognize his earnestness and understand that he is enraged with the campus' complications and the long time it takes to fix them. Overall, Kohut avails rhetorical techniques such as ethos to depict his main idea that includes a start to the fall semester with “untimely repairs to the roads,” that hinder his personal accessibility

The five-minute warning bell goes off. I rush to my first class of my junior year, eager to see my classmates, who I was going to spend the rest of the 9 months with. I find myself stumbling into a classroom plastered with decorations of Denzel Washington with a Dr. Seuss book in his hand, a t and college flags galore. My AP English 11 class suddenly seemed so appealing to me. As a beautiful, curly haired short lady stood in front of me and said “Welcome to AP English 11,” I knew that I had found a treasure so much greater than just a pretty classroom. Little did I know, that short lady was going to inspire me throughout my challenge filled second-to-last year of high school.

After hearing about the opposing opinion, Stigmore “described spending 40 harrowing minutes of class in a distressed state, forced to look at the world through the eyes of a set of people she disagreed with” (“Parents Dedicate…” 39-40). The satirist exaggerates the distress Stigmore felt from seeing something she disagreed with, creating a reaction that blows the entire situation out of proportion. The hyperbole serves to underscore how modern Americans become unable to function in the face of an adversarial opinion and seek to block all forms of opposition. Through Stigmore’s reaction, the satirist rebukes that reaction and demands that people open their minds in the face of opposition. Moreover, the space Lynfield College will create in response to Stimore’s reaction “features soothing music, neutral-colored walls, oversized floor cushions, fun board games, and a variety of snacks” (“Parents Dedicate…” 16-18). The facility brings every single comforting tool to students who need help when others do not confirm their opinions. Obviously, a college campus would not have these types of things as they are mostly for children to feel safe. The satirist uses this hyperbole to compare current Americans to children with their refusal to listen to others. Thus, through overstatement, the satirist indicts the steadfast refusal to consider opposing

The alarm clock buzzed loudly beside my ear. Feeling like a gong that was being hit repeatedly was placed right beside my head. I sluggishly pulled myself out of my bed and dragged myself to my closet. The words, first day of school moaned ghastly in my head. Summer was uneventful and school was just going to be hell. I picked out an old, worn out flannel and a pair of jeans to wear. Not rushing at all, I struggled to put the raggedy clothes on. They smelt like horrendous lies and rumors. Exactly what this state and my school are built on.