The Importance Of My Day

I choose to arrive at school even earlier so I can lead a morning run. This gets the team ready for the meet the next day. Eventually, I find my way into the main high school office with a list of names of the boys cross country team's athletes. Here I will go through, with the secretary, the disorganized book of locker numbers. I achieve all this to wander the halls on a scavenger hunt to hang locker tags.

It was a hot and sunny day. It was an early morning at school, about seven thirty-five. There are four main students, McKenzie, Jordan, Tyla, and Joseph . These four students go to Winchester Community High School (WCHS). They have four out of seven classes together, plus lunch. First period, third period,lunch, fourth period, and seventh period.

Starting the day started off by waiting in my seat a 3rd-grade classroom at River View Elementary taught by Mrs. Course. Surrounded by the same people every day waiting in agony to get called out of the classroom. It was thoughtful of the teachers to let me leave almost every day, so I could gain help with reading during the time everyone else was reading with the teacher. Although leaving early every day left me wondering if anyone notices. The teacher walks up to me and says “Shaylee it’s time to go.” After that worry, the other 3rd graders will notice I abandon the classroom seeps into my thoughts. The volcano of questions starts to explode, creating inquiry thoughts of “What if they make fun of me?”, “Where did you

As the sun lazily climbed the sky, South Christian High School was just beginning to wake up. Some teachers had already shown up and were walking around the school or working in their classrooms. The few early-bird students roamed the halls, some chatting quietly with their friends. A few children were working tirelessly trying to finish their homework before the first bell

My first day of eighth grade was a reassuring experience. Immediately after I was assigned my college I was worried I was placed in the average class, but as I stood quietly in line I noticed familiar bright students. My first class was english with Mrs. Brisko who told us two truths I can’t remember the lie and one of the truths even though it’s only been two days. One of her truths was that she loved country music. She then asked us to do the same with the three or four people around us. Since we were all a bit shy we wasted the entire time thinking about what to say. Once that was over Mrs. Brisko asked us what rules keep a classroom running smoothly. In the end we came up with a few rules, responsibility and respect. It was almost time to

“ Beep beep beep beep! “Ugh not today! Out of all the days it has to be Monday” Tye moaned. “Tye it’s school time! Tye’s mom yelled up the stairs. Tye cringed at the sound of school ever since she moved to RiverDale middle school leaving her closest friends in NYC for the unforgiving hot of Dallas Texas. As she carelessly threw her school supplies in the cream color DIY backpack. Tye could see the clock in the corner of her eye and it read 6:39 “Oh No”“ i’m going to be late for the bus!” Running out of her house without saying goodbye to her father. Tye ran down the block, and onto the bus making her way to the back. Bus rides were never as peaceful back in NYC there were usually paper airplanes flying across the bus

A shot of excitement washed over me like a wave washing onto sand, as I stepped into my fourth hour of the day for the first time. Stopping in the doorway, my eyes took in the small space that was in front of me; the long wooden desks with bright orange, metal chairs resting at their sides, to the small black bookshelf that was covering the back wall. In between was the long black table protruding from the left wall and dated couches with floral print in the back. As I finally stepped into the classroom, I saw the teacher. She was an older woman with short, boyish style gray hair, she had a plump frame and was a little bit taller than my 5’5 frame. On the bridge of her nose rested a small pair of circular glasses. “Hello class, I’m Ms. Naz,” her voice boomed. I scrambled to take my seat that was, thankfully, near the front. Scanning the classroom once more I hoped that I would find some of my friends. Seeing a girl who was in my second hour class, I made a mental note to try and talk to her later; beside her, I couldn’t find any of my newly made friends. I’m just going to love this class, a sarcastic voice in the back of my head exclaimed.

The bright sunny day begins with tired but excited students walking into a classroom on the first day of class, many of the students first struggle of the day will being finding a pace to sit. The teacher will begin to go over the syllabus once everything has settled down. In the front of the class students with notebooks and pencils diligently taking notes; in the back, the daydreamers or jokers; and in the middle, the in between students. The middle students visibly playing with their phones, falling asleep, or attempting to take notes but being distracted from the various distractions around them. This is how students organize themselves in classrooms. Sometimes the organization is unintentional: they make friends with similar backgrounds,

It can happen throughout the majority of a person’s life. Feeling like a zooming vibration moving through the skin and bones and crawling in the creases of your heart, love slithers and sleeps. Love is crucial in my life, and it changed me for the better. My grandmother, who passed away from pancreatic cancer, and my boyfriend Jordan, who has gone away to bootcamp for training, are two of the most important people in my life. He is my left and right hand, and she was the Books to my Bible, the perfect people in my eyes.

I mean I’ve made it through the gates, that’s a plus, but I have no idea as to where I’m supposed to go. School has not started yet and a morning meeting place was not exactly established on their website. I take a look around and notice the various administrators stationed on either side of the school’s entrance hall, offering help to bewildered students like myself. However, I didn’t want to bother one of these busy adults – actually, I was too scared to. So rather I decided that I would just follow the flow of traffic. Luckily that played out quite well, leading me promptly through the hallways until eventually arriving in the cafeteria, otherwise known as the “Galley”. I eventually determined that the cafeteria was named the “Galley” because it fit in with the school’s nautical theme. Not only is the galley the place to go at lunch time but as I had just found out, it is also the morning rendezvous. Good to know.

School just let out for Thanksgiving break and I couldn’t have been happier. There are so many things that I love about Thanksgiving break; there is no school, more time to be with the family, and the Thanksgiving meal. Thanksgiving is more than having a turkey on the table; it’s about coming together as a family, putting all worries aside, and being thankful for each other. Family is a precious thing we have on earth and yet one of the most unappreciated. We seldom realize the significance of our family until tragedy strikes.

I am a full time State of Arizona At-Will employee and work for the Department of Child Safety as a DCS Investigator. I have been with DCS for over a year and a half and I am at their top pay level for a non-supervisor. I believe that I am being harassed by my current supervisor and her intention is to have me terminated or to force me to resign. She is about to get her wish as I am planning to resign due to the harassment.

Throughout the walk of everyday life, we may find ourselves within the personal lives of others, giving us the option to either turn the other way and pay no attention, or to observe, and learn something about those individuals’ lives. The observation of others can not only bring a whole new understanding to the many forms of communication, but it can also provide a new perspective into something we have never taken the time to explore and analyze. One can learn a multitude of new things by observing family, friends, or even just strangers.

The most memorable day in my life, I remember so clearly. It happened just this past summer and is still so fresh in my mind. I was on the upper level of our house, painting my sisters bedroom. The room was painted two colors. The upper part (that was split by the molding) was painted a white peach and the bottom a very light pink color. My whole body was covered in white and pink paint, and my back was starting to get stiff from all the hours I had been rolling and cutting in. I was just climbing down the ladder when I started to hear this thumping. I honestly did not think anything of it and I just kept working.

It wasn’t the “bang” or the blinding light or the thunderous shock wave or even the excruciating heat it was the thought. The thought that split into a million different questions. All jumbling around in my head. This thought forced me to withdraw into myself. My whole past ready to be viewed. But no time.