The Tour Of Your Life

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

As an 8-year-old child, the worlds scary place. Everywhere you look there’s something terrifying. From people the size of giants, roaming the streets, with no care what so ever with their surroundings or just realizing that in a few years would come the most difficult and emotionally unstable time of my life. Sure, those things may be slightly exaggerated, but what I do know is the most horrendous experience I had in the land of joy that ultimately ruined my love Disney for many years.

On February 11th, Cassius and his brother Jermone pulled up to Pierce elementary school in his Lincoln. The environment was filled with other cars, buses, and pedestrians. The Lincoln pulled up to the curb and a you women and what it look like to be a first grader emerged from the car and headed toward the school. At that moment

The group included trouble makers the follow the rules kids. The goal of the bet is to see who can get the highest grade on the probability test. There were five participants and each person needs to put in fifty dollars, and in total the winner would get 250 dollars. The winner will also be thought of as a smart students because the teacher announces everyone’s grades in class. It would not matter how they receive the grade because all that matters is what grade they get. Each participant came up with an idea that will help him get the highest grade in the class.

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

It was a cloudy day, a mild 78 degrees and Lezley McSpadden was taking a drag of her cigarette outside of the local grocery store where she was employed. She was midway through her shift when a friend of hers called and said that someone had been shot by Canfield Green Apartments. Maybe it’s only a mother’s instinct to recoil in fear, but in that moment Lezley could think only of her son Michael. Michael had recently graduated three months before and she wasn’t sure of his

I was riding the school bus back to the closest stop to my house, Trail Wind Elementary School. It was quite a large elementary school, a beige color, with a sharp maroon outline. Then again, everything in Boise was large, from the mountains to the sky. Even though Trail Wind was closer, this bus was returning from Collister Elementary, 45 minutes across the city. It was a small school, but a very good one, one of the three schools in the nation with an advanced curriculum program. Since it was small, almost all of my friends rode the same bus, so I could always count on an interesting bus ride. Today was no exception. But it definitely wasn’t going to be a normal day.

It's 3:30 in the morning on a Saturday and I’m awake. I get up and head to the bathroom to get ready for the big day. Today is Arcadia and it's the very last field show I will ever march with some of my best friends. I can’t wait to see them. It’s 4:45am and I’m in the band room half awake but overly excited for the long day ahead. Andrew, Becky, Matthew and I ride together on the way to Arcadia high school to get ready to perform our field show, “The Final Chapter” later on tonight. Once we get there we meet up with the others to go watch the day bands perform and to buy food and pins. It's our last Arcadia. The time finally comes for the Riverside Kingsmen to take the field, all I can do to remain calm is think through my drill and my music we’ve got one shot let's make it count. Before I know it we’re done and I have performed the last field show I will ever be apart of, but that's not a scary thing it's an exciting moment because I played my heart out and and hit every flank like a boss! We’re off to get our scores and see who won Sweepstakes, they announce third, then, second, then first, then Sweeps...we did it! We won sweepstakes and ended our last year with a bang! My friends and I are celebrating, laughing, crying and taking it all in. Weeeee just did it together! We eat, load up and are on the bus ride home, everyone is either playing games and talking or asleep. It's 2 am and i’m finally home and in bed

It was a fine, summer, Saturday when everything changed for a young teenager named Miller Frederick. School had already started for Miller and he was at a new school. That summer, his family had moved from Pensacola, Florida to Dewitt, Michigan so Miller didn’t have many friends. He lived in a very rural area so he didn’t have many neighbors he could hang out with. Miller had just gotten back from his first day at his new school and he became friends with another new kid from Germany. His name was Reginald Kleinhans. Surprisingly enough, they had a lot in common. They both loved basketball, horror movies, and writing.

During his elementary years, Tyler attended Milltown Elementary School. When school wasn’t in session, he often journeyed to Washington D.C to visit his aunt. Every now and then, she would take him to New York City to experience the sights and sounds. All was well, schoolwise, until the summer after seventh grade. The Jr. High was being removed from the High School and being combined with the sixth grade to form a new Crawford County Middle School. Tyler was simply outraged, and felt as if he had been demoted.

Paul’s father made the choice of moving him and his family to Tangerine Florida, because he got a new job offer and wanted to take it. Paul was excited for his fresh start at a new school with a new name other than “Mars.” Moving to a new school was great for Paul at first, but then everything went downhill from the time he walked through the doors of Lake Windsor Middle School. Paul was told that his classes were outside in portable classrooms, while the sixth graders would be inside with regular classrooms to be in. At the end of the day, everything got worse. Paul faces another complication at Lake Windsor Middle School.

To begin Laurie came home from the first day and was definitely frustrated. Charles came home and his” voice suddenly became raucous” (Jackson, 345). On the first day of school Laurie told his parents about a boy who received a spanking due to him not obeying the teacher. Charlie was extremely creative coming up with a whole new persona to tell his parents about.

It was a peaceful and normal first hour. Well, at least for the people in it. Everyone was yelling, and the teacher had just given up on trying to stop them, and now was just browsing for a retirement home in Key West. I looked up at Jordan, who was my best and only friend. Her spiked blond hair was never put down, even in the toughest rain. Her tan legs sat on top of her desk, and her pine green eyes scanned the school newspaper.

On Ethan’s exciting first day of school he snuck in the door to his first teacher of elementary school, Mrs. Kelly. Ethan was a well behaved but extremely hyper, outgoing child in the classroom. Ethan was an easy person to get along with in school, he had many friends he would talk to everyday. When report cards came around he had pretty good grades, he was an honor roll student. Along with that Ethan participated in the school’s bitty ball. Ethan was very good at bitty ball. He was tall and had quick legs, which were his advantage. As years went by in elementary he began to think, “I don’t care, it’s just school”. His image as a person was the same but he just stopped caring about his school work. He just wanted to be outside at recess playing ball. By the fourth grade he had a little sister and he moved to a different school, Milltown Elementary. He did not like Milltown, he wanted to go back as soon as he possibly could.By the sixth grade he moved to English and was in the English school for one year then was transferred to Crawford County Jr.

Braden seated in the corner of the classroom most of the class time. During one activity he got up of his seat and joined two 6th graders boys to answer questions on a race using their iPads. His team won the race, and then he went back to his seat and stayed there while the rest of the students were moving around during the presentations and activities.