Why Was Ralph Talking About Me?

Have you ever felt like everyone in the class is looking at you? That was me in 8th grade, the new kid, not only to the school but to the country. My family and I had just moved from Germany to Columbus, Georgia, it was a big change in all of our lives. I sat in that class with not an a sliver of an idea of what I was doing, where I was going, or how I was going to survive this year. My shoes were not exactly the most stylish, neither were my clothes, Germany was not exactly the most fashionable country, so why would I be, I had lived there for 12 years of my life, I was 12 at the time. My teacher was Mr. Kahlouch, an old grouchy man that I would learn to not like even more as the year passed, but today he would make me stand up and introduce myself to a class where it seemed every student had already produced their own clique. I told myself that I would be okay, that it wasn’t a problem, and thought of the old cliché, “picture everybody naked.” I was ready, I walked up to the front of the class took a deep breath and went, “Hi my name is…” I woke up about an hour later, I had passed out in front of everyone in my new class at my new school, in this new country.

As I am walking down the hall to Ms.Johnson’s room, I see something different. There is a sub today. I just really hope she isn’t as mean as she looks. When I walk into the classroom I get my folder and go to my assigned seat to start my “do now”. When the teacher walks in she says,”Everyone sit down and don’t make a noise unless you want a step!”

I ran upstairs as fast as I could, panting and wheezing the entire way. Once I reached our locker room, I did not hesitate. I jumped into the shower. The freezing water made me recoil as it touched my skin. I rushed through my daily shower routine. When finished, I tied my damp, tangled hair up in the warm, soft towel. The second I walked into the locker room, I got a multitude of sweet,

The first day they were all wearing dresses and Suzy noticed that a girl had her old dress on and it was Leah, and that irritated Suzy(page 2 paragraph 1). The next step was for each student to get assigned a helper and Suzy and Leah got paired up. They don’t like each other so Suzy asked for a new partner, but Mr.Forest said no, so they were stuck. Suzy really wanted Leah to wear a different dress it was really irritating Suzy(page 3 paragraph 1). When Suzy went to grab Leah's paper to correct it Leah shrugged like she was going to get hit and Suzy did not understand. Nothing was getting better so Suzy’s mom told her she should invite Leah over for dinner one night and they would have to get a special pass for doing that. Leah asked Suzy what her name was and she told her full name and Leah asked what was she named after and it was a book and Leah started laughing. “Suzy brings me many treats and expects me to be grateful for them, but how can I she treats me like a pet.” Suzy noticed at lunch that Leah wasn’t eating and putting the food in her pockets and Suzy started wondering if she even eats. Leah got moved up to Suzy’s grade because

      There are many ways a person can be a Hero! Sometime it is the main character of the book, or sometime it could be an average person. In Golding’s book “Lord of the Flies”, Ralph is being portrayed as the leader and the hero. In the story the Lord of the Flies it’s about a group boys on a island after their plane is shot down. Since they are alone, they are free from the rules of civilization and society. This will lead to slowly descending into savagery. Soon the boys start having conflicts and they split into factions. One faction members are peacefully and work together to maintain order and achieve common goals. While the other faction are rebels

My bottom was full of heat. My bottom claimed the event of entering high school. What I thought was my new start was my rock bottom. I walk into the school I see a multitude of new faces and old faces, and I feel as if all eyes on me. I begin to feel as if I could not measure up then perfection begins to play with my thoughts . The idea of “They are all staring at you because your ugly and fat and look like a fool” and “She only waved at you because she felt entitled to “, and “They don’t actually like you”. My head began pounding and my heart felt like it was in my chest and there I had my first ever major panic attack.

Still, I was mildly shocked that there was only one other senior girl waiting for the teacher to take our ID cards so we could join the class. The teacher was surprised too, but for immensely different reasons. Mr. “S” appeared stunned that senior girls would choose a class labeled “Competitive Team Sports” while there were still openings in the traditionally all-girls class. Instead of taking our cards, he warned the two of us that the class would be mainly boys and that we shouldn’t expect any special treatment. That made sense, but the speech continued, cautioning us that the boys would hit hard and that we shouldn’t cry when things got tough. That a teacher thought his class would make me cry rendered me speechless and I remained in a state of disbelief as Mr. “S” finally took our cards and told us we might be called down to discuss the matter further.

Firstly, Ralph’s aspiration of wanting to be leader is revealed in the beginning of the novel.William reveals this aspiration when he writes, “But there was a stillness about Ralph as he sat that marked him out: there was his size, and attractive appearance; and most obscurely, yet most powerfully, there was the conch.”"There's no village smoke, and no boats," said Ralph wisely. "We'll make sure later; but I think it's uninhabited."In this moment, it is clear that ralph has the looks of a leader.Here, we can see that ralph’s body type and composure

I walk in with my heart rate skyrocketing, and stomach is churning. It’s a new start to my sophomore year. That is what I need, a place where no one knows me or what I have done. I walk into the office to get my locker number and schedule. “Hi, I, uh am here for my schedule.” The lady at the desk gave me a strange look “Oh you’re the new kid Philip right?”. I nodded, I hate when people call me Philip it makes me sound like an old guy, like old people are nice but I’m not old, now I feel bad for old people. “Alright deary here you go.” She smiles while handing me my combo and schedule. “Thank you.” I walk out and head to the my first class. I walked to my class, I was standing in front of the door to scared to open it, I’m just so nervous what if no one likes me. I decided to open it and within a second all eyes were on me, but only one stood out. They belonged to this boy who had a fringe like mine and eyes that can make anyone melt. “Class this is the new student Philip” the teacher said taking my attention off the boy, “Oh ya hi, but I go by phil not Philip, sorry it just sounds like a

I waiting for some sort of reaction, and it came by him scooting a body space or two away from me. I had sat too close to him, and he didn’t like that. I couldn’t believe it. It seemed like everything I could do wrong I did. After fidgeting around with the dust and dirt laying around us, I almost couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted to run off, and I almost did but then he spoke. D’Angelo didn’t say just one thing, but two, then three, and just kept talking. It made me so confused. At first I was confused that he didn’t think I was so “uncool” after throwing bark in his eyes and sitting too close next to him, but that quickly turned into confusion about what he was talking about. It sounded like he was quoting pages out some boring “adult”

Isabel sat at the back corner next to a window and the chalkboard. “Now class, what did we do at PE today?” Many kids jumped in their seats hoping to be called on. “Please sit children we are not wild animals. Now Kennedy what did we do in PE?” Kennedy politely and quietly said, “Today at PE we played kickball. We played The Cobras and won 15 to 9.” “Thank you Kennedy. Now we will go to our lockers for the end of the day. Please don’t slam your lockers or talk too much.”

Ralph is a character that is a moral representation of society at its finest. When we meet Ralph they described him as, rather attractive , decently intelligent, and the leader type. As we learn

After I quickly gave that stupid Phyllis Lopez the hideous red sweater, I calmly picked up my supplies from my desk and left the class. Even if Mrs. Price didn’t dismiss me I was ready to leave, however before I could make down the hallway Mrs. price stepped in front of me. “ Now Rachel you know you can’t leave our classroom till I dismiss you, right ? ” she says in a peachy voice while staring daggers at me , “ What’s the point the bell rang, I was ready so I left , “ Rachel says with a little bit of sass not meaning to, “ Well that this better be the last time, mkay sweat pea ? “ she says still staring daggers at me. With that final note we both walked our separate ways as kids start pouring out of the classrooms. Later on at lunch, I

“Hey,” A voice knocked me out of my thoughts. A kid faced me. He seemed confident, and comfortable with himself, compared to my insecure smirk and terrible posture. It seemed impossible, but part of me hoped. Maybe I won’t be alone. “Can I have the ball back?” He asked. I just stared, trying not to let the disappointment show on my face. He gave me a funny look. “Dude, can I have my ball?” I shook myself out of my thoughts and nudged the ball back. He gave me a face that just screamed “What a weirdo. Nobody will ever want to play with him” I just stared back, accepting my

Groaning, I started to climb down the ladder, the cool wood making my feet feel numb. Under me was Alessandra, easily the most annoying and disheveled girl I knew. She was freakishly tall for age eleven, and had stringy blonde hair down to her lower back. Trying to evade her unkempt area and chaotic way of organizing to get dressed, I glanced over at her. To no one’s surprise, she was still asleep. The only person I could think of that was more bothersome than her was Sam. We met at the bus stop on the way here and at first she seemed pretty nice. Then she became clingy. Sam cried over everything. Whether it was not being invited to do something, or not liking what was being served for breakfast, she cried. Sighing loudly, I pulled over a plain grey tank top, leaving my pajama pants on. I could always get dressed after line-up. Per contra, I did not want to look too bedraggled and attempted to tame my curly mess of brown hair. Slipping on my sneakers I wore more like sandals, I was ready to leave. For the people like Sam and Allesandra, they were abruptly awoken and had to leave looking like a trainwreck. Holding back my snicker, me and the rest of Bunk Maple stepped out into the chill morning air of