ma bell essay

It was a rainy day At Martin High School. The lightning zapped and the thunder boomed. The first bell rang it was time for homeroom. HOMEROOM, the sound echoed in my head. I hated homeroom. The biggest, meanest, nastiest bully was there, Larry. I hated Larry. He was always after me! Stealing my lunch money and pounding me to a pulp. I made it to homeroom just fine avoiding Larry. Mrs. Ronald started speaking, “Homeroom today will be short, eight minutes to be exact. We have an assembly today during

Almost every commonplace scenario has a polite phrase that goes alongside it. When someone sneezes, a scattered symphony of “Bless you’s” follows soon afterward. When you receive a gift of kindness, you would respond, “Thank you.” When accepting another’s gratitude, you would say, “You’re welcome.” But what do you say when someone coughs? By normal people’s standards, the answer to that question is nothing at all. After somebody coughs, not a single word is uttered, leaving an empty silence

I made it to school just as the 7:23 bell was ringing. I sat in the counselors office for what seemed like hours even though I’m sure now that it had only been about 20 minutes before my brand new counselor, Ms. Cami, called me into her office so I could review my schedule and various other paper. So much information was being Thrown at me in so little time but I kept a gleaming smile on my face as she quickly told me what lunch I had, where my bus was going to be after school, where my locker was

During my planning period, 2nd pd., I went to make copies and I found keys left on the counter by the copy machine. I looked at the keys and noticed that there were many school keys attached to the lanyard, so I began to knock on classroom doors to asks if anyone lost keys. When I got to Mrs. Henderson’s class she told me they were not hers and when I walked over to knock on Mr. Wiberg’s door I tapped the door slightly (most know he does like for his class to be interrupted) and Mrs. Henderson

¨ I hadn't seen the door before. It wasn't there last night. Cautiously, I turned the handle..¨ That day I walked through the halls of the high school, heading to my locker I heard whispers. What was it now did someone put a note on my back again. But, as I looked up nobody was looking at me they were all caught up in their phones. I went up to my group of friends ¨What´s going on¨…..¨You haven't heard¨ they all said at once when Meg showed me her phone. I looked down to see a picture of one of my

All I remember is running through the halls trying to find the closest closet or classroom with Debra when suddenly I tripped over her foot and everything goes black. The school year was 2017 it was September 5th, school just started a few days ago. All of the students were in and everyone was working. “Hey guys I need help on number 10,” I said “7*8 is 56 right,” Em asked Tori “Then 56+7=63” “Thanks, Em,” I said “Ok guys” Mr.Miller yelled “We have about 30 seconds left, so finish page 10 by

“Will it be seven more years?” “Yes. Seven.” The children began to wail as the rain fell harder and in thick sheets. “Margot! We have to go free her!” “ What do you mean? Where is Margot? Where is she?” The teacher has now realized that Margot was nowhere to be found. The teacher gathered the kids together and brought them back to the classroom. On their way to down the tunnel the children realized that Margot is still pounding and throwing herself against the door. “Oh my!” The teacher shouted

You’re sitting in class, regretting something you said or did as Mr. Clancey glares at you and he walks towards the board and starts writing your name down. The moment you spoke out, you already knew your name was going on the list. You’re thinking to yourself why did I say or do that? Then you have to to stay in or clean for recess or multiple recesses depending on what colour you are put in. Green is one day no recess, yellow is two days no recesses, red is one week no recesses, black is two

Kevin sat nearest to the door of our small classroom. “Shh!” “Shh!” He said, “Here she comes!” “Hurry up everybody.” “Climb into your seats.” “I hear her pounding footsteps.” “She’s almost here!” In the late 1960s, my second-grade teacher, Ms. Dickerson, was needle thin, a conservative dresser, and strutted a tall stiff-looking hairdo. She also carried a no-nonsense steel rod in her personality, and if all her 25 students were not quiet, knees forward and sitting-up straight, when she

“Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!” The school bell rings. Peter and I were playing football at recess when we heard the bell. We quickly rushed up the stairs to get to class. I was so happy to see back Peter in school after his sick leave. He looked happy and his attitude shone brighter than the sun. Even after what had happened to him about a month ago… Peter and i were in Cambodia for a mission trip. We were teaching people about God by visiting them. This one man had a terrible illness that we did