The Room Number Of High School

Paul was going to go to Lake Windsor Middle School but because he had an iep he wasn’t allowed to play soccer. As a result, Paul saw that he could go to Tangerine Middle instead. He went for it because if he went to Tangerine Middle School he would not need an iep anymore and overall he would get to play soccer. He also made new friends and everyone seemed to be really nice. ’’We understand what a strain this will put on everyone’’(93-94).What this means is that there is a big confusion on if you can stay in the school or you have to transfer to Tangerine.All in all, Paul moving schools was a decision that was his choice and he chose to go to

When Rose first enrolled in school he was mistaken for someone else and put into a program designed for students who aren’t expected to do so well. Thus, the teachers were not enthusiastic about their jobs and the students were extremely unmotivated, including Rose. During his sophomore year, however, Rose did exceptionally well in his biology class. His teacher examines his academic records and uncovers the

Geoffrey had just recently turned sixteen and his mother had wanted him to mature and start focusing on his studies. He sat in the small, pale green kitchen listening, knowing that the lecture would end with his mother saying he couldn’t play volleyball with the Patriots. He played on his high school team. He had asked his mother the week before if he could continue playing, and she explicitly had said that it depended on his next report card; it didn’t go so well. He had been getting 80% in science.

Juan suggested that taking tests in another room, being allowed more time to take the tests and having a tutor help him study would help his anxiety. The third problem is Juan’s parent’s marital difficulties. Since this problem is affecting the whole family, Juan could see

The low ceiling cowered above and the black plastic chairs formed a restless crowd around me. From my seat, I could smell the acute scent of cleaning fluid, whiteboard markers, and the nauseating perfume of the girl sitting next to me. Like so many other students, she exuded concentration. Her brows were drawn as her hand moved rapidly over the testing booklet, only pausing to reposition herself or cast an almost imperceptible sidelong glance. The effortlessness of her actions furthered my anxiety as I began tapping my foot uneasily against the speckled linoleum floor. Through the dusty shades that hung precariously in front the only window in the room, I could see the outline of a solitary building shadowed by the dense gray fog that clung to the courtyard outside. At that moment, I would have given anything to be able to run and scream at the top of my lungs. I had an inexplicable urge to break free from the confinement of that room and what it

Recently, Melinda’s grades have plunged down and at the guidance office, she is told, “Melinda. Last year you were a straight -B student, no behavioral problem, few absences. But the reports I 've been getting …. well, what can we say?” (Anderson 114).

Mark Mathabane would never listen to his mom or grandma. Later on as a kid his mom and grandma tied him up and made him go to school, “Granny grabbed a piece of rope nearby and came to my mother’s aid. I bit and clawed every hand that grabbed me, and howled protestations against going to school; however, I was no match for the two determined matriarchs.” They finally took him to school, and when they took him to the principle office to sign him up, “The principal, seeing me staring at the canes, grinned and said, in a manner suggesting that he had wanted me to see them,” she said to him, “As long as you behave, I won’t have to use any of those on you.” His father had abused Mark Mathabane’s mother just for taking him to school, “Your father and I fought because I took

Adam’s senior elective is serving as an aid to the school psychologist, and he escorts Julian to her room twice a week. Adam soon learns, however, that a lot has changed in the past five years, and Julian may need more help than a few meetings with the school psychologist. This is because after

Shawn Torrent was sitting in his math class at Palm beach k-12 school, he looked up from his work to see that his teacher, Mrs. Clarke, was no longer writing a problem on the board, or even in the classroom. Shawn looked around the room, as a few other students started to realize that she wasn’t there. Some of the kids from Shawn’s class, including his best friend Cody Mitchell, stood up and walked to the hallway. Shawn followed everyone into the hallway, where he noticed kids from other classes had done the same. He had asked multiple people what was going on, but got no response from anyone. Then Shawn looked down the hallway and saw Alana Morrison come out of her advanced algebra class. He had always liked Alana, but they had never really

Justin is a 14-year-old left-handed male who lives with his mother, Charlene, and his Father, Joseph. Justin attends North School in the rural area of Morrow County, Ohio. Justin was refereed to this agency by his school due to his behaviors in the classroom. When Justin was asked why he thought he was at the agency he said “My teachers do not like me and yell at me a lot.” Charlene notes that Justin is a good kid and that he is very intelligent. She went on to say that he just seems to go and go like he is the energizer bunny. Joseph notes that his son does not pay any attention when spoken to and needs to just get himself together and work harder. Per Joseph, “When he does his homework he cant stop moving. Whether it is his hands, legs, feet or arms he just keeps going.” Joseph notes that reading is Justin’s least favorite and most difficult subject. When asked what his best subject was Charlene noted that he excels at math.

Ryley’s dad attended a four year college and is currently employed in a management position in a mass chain grocery store. Ryley’s mother dropped out of college and is currently working at a hog operation. Ryley’s dad never struggled in school; he mostly earned B’s and A’s. Ryley’s older brother really struggles at school; therefore, his dad spends the majority of the time “dealing” with his older brother.

Kylie is a Hawaiian-American girl who lives in the same neighborhood as the school with her parents and older brothers. At dismissal, she walks home with her brothers, who attend the same school as 4th and 5th graders. During the first month of school, Kylie was unpredictable in her participation patterns. On some days she would raise her hand as high as she could, wide-eyed and ready to share with the class; on other days, she would be looking at the assignment, book, or teacher without saying a word.

“Dad, you cannot be serious. Tomorrow is going to be the biggest day of my entire life. Why are you trying to ruin it!” exclaimed sixteen year old Melanie Cartwright. She was referring to the teenage right to finally become a licensed driver. To her it felt like she had been waiting for this day for a hundred years. She was the last of her friends to finally turn sixteen, and the only one of her friends to fail the test the first time around. “I'm not ruining it, I just think that it would be smart of you to reschedule, you know get some extra practice” said her dad as kindly as he could. The two spoke alongside the cherry wood cabinets that spread around the room in the kitchen of their Spanish style home overlooking Lake Norman. Melanie sat on the cold, tan granite counter top with her feet dangling over the edge. She had a desperate look in her eyes that her father couldn’t resist. “Please dad? I promise I am ready, I’ll even show you! Let’s go for a drive right now and I can prove it” she begged. She knew he wasn’t being hesitant because of her driving skills, it was the incident. This was one of his biggest weaknesses. He couldn’t say no to her, he harbored a feeling of guilt every time she asked for something. Greg, her father, sat on one of the brown wooden bar stools, and put his head down with exhaustion. “Fine, but if I don’t think you're ready, you have to reschedule. I just want what’s best for you Melanie.” He lifted his head to see his

The clock is ticking at 1:00am and Joe is sitting in front of his computer trying to study for his Math test. “The test will be tomorrow at 7am. I don 't understand any of this. I can’t even remember the formulas. What should I do?” Joe thought. But, why is he doing this at the last minute? Was it because of the addicting game “Battle Front” that he could not get enough of? Or, was it maybe because his girlfriend wanted to hangout yesterday? No matter how much he tried to makeup excuses for his actions, he knew that he was going to fail the test tomorrow. “There is only one way right now,” Joe said in determination. He started cutting out small pieces of paper and wrote down formulas in tiny handwriting. Yes, he is going to cheat.

“So kids, every Halloween, it is said that her ghost, roams the empty hallways of this very school, searching for another female student to take her place.” The students were now on the edge of their wooden seats, eyes wide, listening to every word Mr. Morris said. All of a sudden the loud bell breaks the silence, making each one of them jump.