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“I guess,” I said, mumbling under my breath once she could no longer hear me. I took my seat... it was time to take the test. The teacher handed me my test packet. I took a gulp. I don’t know this. I won’t be able to do this. I told myself, flipping open the first page. I’ll skip this and come back to it… Uggg! I might as well just skip all of them! I went through the formulas, over and over, and in what seemed like no time at all, the teacher was collecting our papers. I gave mine to her and slumped low in my chair.

One week passed since Anna took her Math test and she knew that her test was going to be handed back to her in class. Anna thought to herself that she mastered the test, since she had been study for weeks before the test. As she had sat down, the teacher started to hand back the test. When she got her test, her smile quickly feel, and anger starts to bubbled inside her. She got a C- on her test, and started to freak out.

Then I went to language and sat down next to Makenzi, Taylor, and Itzel. Makenzi gave me a piece of gum and the rest of class consisted of reading a stupid story. Then Mrs. Morrone told us our homework which was a work book page. 10 minutes after that she dismissed us and I stopped at my locker. I opened it with ease and took out my science textbook and workbook. I sat down next to Taylor and we talked about our science fair project, which is due in January. All of a sudden, Mrs. Dainton screamed out, “Ah, a spider!” The whole class laughed and screamed. Mrs. Dainton took off her black shoe and tried to hit the spider, but she missed. She aimed again and finally hit it. She told us to quiet down and do our homework, we didn’t. Makenzi continued to laugh and make jokes. “Makenzi, come here,” yelled Mrs. Dainton. Makenzi didn’t so she got a referral. When Makenzi left, the class quieted down and continued working. Mrs. Dainton quietly dismissed us and I stayed because that’s where I have advisory. I worked on homework, and when I was done I read my book. The book I’m reading is called “After Eli”. The bell rung, I put up my chair, and I

“Miss Kinnian teaches me to spell better. She says look at a word and close your eyes and say it over and over until you remember.” Now Charlies teacher, Miss Kinnian, is helping Charlie with his spelling. At first he doesn’t really get it but after a while he starts to understand it more. She is also helping him learn how to use punctuation. “Now I know I’m getting smarter every day. I know punctuation and I can spell good. I like to look up all the hard words in the dictionary and I remember them.” Now he is starting to realize how much better he is getting at all these skills he use to have trouble with. He is starting to believe that he is actually getting smarter and better each and

There once lived a girl who was known for her amazing storytelling talents. The girl and her classmates were headed to New York, when their bus stopped moving. Instead of going to watch the Broadway musical they were all s excited to see, they were stuck in traffic. In order to pass the time, one of the chaperone’s decided to have a storytelling contest. All of the kids had to tell a story, and the winner would get a free meal at the restaurant of their choice. All of the students looked to the same person in order to start off the contest: a brown-haired, blue-eyed girl sitting with her best friend. The blue-eyed girl was known for her storytelling talents, and all of her peers would listen whenever she would tell a story. The girl started

Retell: Today’s class gave students to reflect on a recent field trip they had at the Eric Harvey ranch, the students were given the opportunity to learn about Eric Harvey and his family. Mrs. Danckuck had organized an activity with the class which allowed them to reflect on the field trip and their personal experience. The activity she created consisted of four posters around the classroom with different headings like; “What fascinated you most?,” “What questions do you have?,” “What did you accomplish?” And “What are you unsure of ?” Each student was given different coloured post-it’s and was give 10 minutes per poster to ananamousls add their thoughts on sticky notes. After each student had the opportunity to put post-its on every poster

William hadn't been to school in a long while and he had missed a great deal of instruction so I tried to help him catch up as much as I could. After about 2 weeks of school things were starting to feel normal again until Mister W.M Phiri called all the students into a classroom to announce fees were due on monday and if you had not paid your fees last term you must pay those as well. I was knew that William would struggle with this since he couldn't afford his fees last term and had to drop

Then Ms. Peterson wandered toward me, at the very back of the classroom. “Look out man, she’s coming”, warning Thomas my best friend, he was sitting next to me prouder and happier than anyone in the class- he believes I could get an A+ for English, after reading out my narrative story. When Ms. Peterson finally arrived at my desk, she exclaimed with a smile, “Bravo Luke, Bravo. I never knew you were quiet the writer”, “Thanks Ms., I didn’t know either.” Ms. Peterson’s smile faded faster than you can say smile, her radiance disappeared when she peeked at my English book. “Luke, did you make up the whole story? You have only written ‘Once upon a time’, and your page is filled with drawings. Luke, you have a talent, you should make a story for the ‘Young Writers Award’, the entry close at the end of the term, I am very impressed with your narrative making skills”. With that, she finishes her lecturing, she quickly marched toward her desk then she frantically opened her drawers and was checking for something. “Bingo!” She stated, she raised her hand which held a colorful piece of paper. “While Ms. Peterson was at her desk, “Thomas declared “I told you that you’ll get and A+”, I answered him by saying no one said that I was getting an

Connie was fifteen. She had the insecurities of a typical female teenager about her image to others. She wanted boys to notice her and have power over them. When she first confronted Arnold, she resisted his persuasions and refused to go anywhere because she was frightened. However, after some time of insisting she would go for a ride with him and his friend, he made himself attractive to her with his badass attitude and this idea of doing something unknown and impromptu. Girls at this age like the huge confidence Arnold has because he takes charge of what happens and leads the way. In addition, when Connie asked where she was going, the reply of “Just for a ride, Connie sweetheart” (Oates, 314), intrigued her to go somewhere because he

It was a depressing day with sinister wind. Timidly, I sat in the classroom as I waited for George (our ELA teacher) to pass out our midterm exam sheets. I expected the score to be acceptable, since I was not an idler (litotes).

Teagan aroused in her darkened bedroom. She rolled over to her right to get an optical canvassing of her clock. She rubbed the slumber from her eyes and let out a long yawn. Teagan looked at the clock it was only 5:30 AM, she still had another two hours to sleep. But how could she sleep when her stomach was doing all these flips, twists, and turns? Today she was commencing the fourth grade and you had only one chance to make a good impression.

The room was frigid as the air conditioner rattled and squealed releasing crisp arctic air. The teacher stated he kept it like this so the students would be too cold to fall asleep and focus on their test. They have settled into their seats hastily wrapping their jackets around their already icy limbs. The bell rang signaling the start of the class and immediately the students’ faces went somber. The teacher welcomed the students into the classroom and gave them brief directions on how the rest of the class would go. He declared, “You will only have the time allotted in this class period to take the test, so use your time wisely.” He passed out the test; you could hear the students taking deep breaths, preparing themselves for what is ahead and accepting there is no longer a way they can get out of taking it.

She walks to first hour and as soon as she walks through the door her teacher hands her a packet and tells her it’s due Friday. She walks in, sits down, and puts the packet aside and tells herself that she’ll do it later. The rest of the day is the same. Worksheets, tests, projects all thrown at her as she keeps telling herself she’ll do it later. Maggie then has to go to the horrible gym class. Today, they were running… all class. She was too “tired” to run so Maggie walked the whole time, even after the repeated yells of the teacher. She finally gets to go home. As she walks in the door, she runs to the couch and lays down and turns on the television. She gets a text from her mom reading “Don’t forget to do your chores, working late tonight, love you” She just tosses her phone on the table and takes out her homework. She sits and stares at it like it’s going to do it itself. She goes upstairs and takes a nap. She is awaken to the text message from her mom telling her she’s is on her way home. Maggie hurries and does a couple of chores and tells herself she has time to take a break. As soon as she sits down, her mom comes into the house, with her jaw dropped because all Maggie did was pick up the

When the bell rang I bolted out of science and sprinted across the broken pavement, brushing past many students. When I got inside, I went through my study guide multiple times, until Ms. Baker, my teacher, told us to put away our study guides and bring out a pencil. She passed out the test, and with a groan I saw how thick it was. I opened it and it there were 50 questions! Immediately, I got stumped on the first question. And then the fifth one. And the seventh, tenth, nineteenth, which were all about some crazy kid name Bill trying to figure out which bike tire was the best for the price. When I finally was finished with the test, there was 2 minutes left in the period. I reluctantly dropped my paper into the scanner, my hand sweaty from nervousness.

Jim was walking through a corridor in his school and bumped into a girl, Kaylee. Jim’s face was bright red as he saw her, she said hi to him and he said hi back. “So what class do you have next?” Kaylee asked. Jim, a little hesitant, responded, “I think I have math class next.” “Me too,” Kaylee said. “Cool,” said Jim.