Why I Didn 't Know It?

“I don’t want to go to school today,” Laurianna declared. She paused to see if her mother would start up a speech or insist that she go. Laurianna was a freshman at Versas High. Even though it was mid January, she was pretty nervous about starting in the middle of the semester and being behind. “Well that’s no way to start off your second semester in a new school” her mother exclaimed. She could hear her mother babbling about making new friends in the other room, but she was more focused on what she was going to wear on her first day. She had always dressed comfortably but still strived to keep up with the trends of her old classmates.

    There is a play called Subterranean Homesick Blues Again by Dennis Reardon.The play is about a group of people that go on a tour to see caves but when they get to the last cave they see stuff that they have never see in a cave before.

“Ravenclaw” The Sorting Hat had screamed out that busted the silence. This is the house I would want to be in if I went to Hogwarts. The brainy house of Ravenclaw is right for me. I acquire many attributes that suited me right into Ravenclaw. I am smart, I yearn to learn new things and overall it’s my own choice. It’s exactly what the house is known for. The weird thing is that I posses the qualities of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Besides, I am hard-working and loyal but I think Ravenclaw is the right place for me at Hogwarts.

The bell rung and with my heart pounding out of my chest, I exhaled and sped to my first class. A million thoughts were running through my mind and I couldn’t have asked for more. A new school and a new start was bound to shake the nerves of my body and the air around me. My brain was spinning and my hands shook as I held onto the door that seemed to hide a different dimension. Oh wait, there was a line to get inside. As I fell in unison with my peers, I thought about this thrilling experience.

You sweat and shake as you tremble to the three-legged stool. All the students stare at you, hoping for you to join their house, as Professor Mcgonagall places an old, tattered, hat upon your head. It opens it’s mouth and gets ready to scream the house you will belong in for seven years.

I open the door to the school hallway. Inside I hear the chatter of many students at once. There were dozens of people in the area, and I was slightly overwhelmed. This place I have entered is what I wold come to know as Quest Middle School, one of the most stressful, but interesting two years I have had in a long time.

In the Harry Potter books, a young boy finds out that he is a little bit different than the others around him. On his 11th birthday he receives an acceptance letter from Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry, after a bit of fighting

First, my parent’s had to withdraw me from school, along with my sisters, Callie and Alisha. I remember going to school in my regular clothes instead of my usual ugly uniform shirt and skirt. “Why is she allowed to wear normal clothes today?” questioned Bailey, as she pointed at me with her short chubby finger. The room went quiet, and the class stared at me. My teacher, Mrs. Class, told everyone that I was leaving. After I gathered

At first, she thought maybe he didn't understand her question. When she was about to ask him again, he started to speak in that slow drawl of his.

I have made the ultimate decision, regarding many eventual professions, to orchestrate the founding of a revolutionary institution of learning: the esteemed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. An extraordinary castle, opulently showcasing the best minds the world has to offer. Impeccably astute professors will guide both British and North American students through extensive core, elective and extracurricular courses.

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

After going to Summer School Rita herself has changed because before summer school she was just a normal student going to Frank to learn and she felt too ashamed to be outspoken. Now that she has returned she has learnt that she needs to be more confident in herself and she now trusts herself more. Rita feels now that she has been educated and is now able to relate and have meaningful conversations with people. '

The song Beautiful Trauma written by Pink is about her love for life. She wants people to be loving and caring towards each other. She knows that there are going to be some people that are not going to follow this. When she is happy she feels like nothing can ruining it until she finds someone that destroys her. The song Beautiful Trauma by Pink is about love and reveals how love can be difficult.

In Faulkner’s “A Rose for Emily”, there is a constant theme of protection for Emily Grierson, because she was a woman living in the south after the civil war and the requirements that were placed on women enable to be honorable. That is to say that, women needed to be protected by the men of the community during that time in history and women’s actions were constantly under watch to see if a woman was honorable and worthy of protection or not. Within the story, there are many instances in which this is shown. Faulkner also shows the reader a gender split between the men and women and how they felt towards Emily.

Hobbling into A4 for his scheduled detention, Mycroft nearly laughed in disbelief. A few months ago, this room would have been full to the brim with misbehaved children, the population so high that most students could not find chairs to accommodate them, but rather stood up for the full hour. It was getting to the point where his fellow students were racing to detention, just to guarantee themselves a seat. Now, in front of him sat merely four equally glum students.