Stringer Bell

the sun tried to climb up to be fully seen. The day right from the start seemed like a good day so I went about smiling and walked blissfully to my normal seat next to my friends. We prepared for the coming classes that day. The deafening bell sounded and we were on our way to start the actual day. My classmates and I walked joyfully through the hallways, joking and laughing before reaching our first period destination. I made my way to the front of the classroom and sat down. The air was

shadow this student on a white day because she has my cooperating teacher’s class. I showed up to the student’s first block on Tuesday. The teacher informed me that the student usually shows up early to class, but neither of us had seen her. When the bell rang, I decided to stay and see if she showed up. I was informed that she was marked absent. That day in Communications, the students were to have a reading day, which means that the whole ninety-minute class the students were to

Tayler Wiederhold October 28, 2016 ELA 7/8 Ms. Coyle The Play I was always the quiet person that would sit in the back of the class. I’m certain that no one would expect me to partake in a play, but that’s what happened one day inside of my homeroom class. As I was sitting in my seat, the announcements came on. It was talking about what clubs and other things that were going on that day or during that week. That's when I heard about the school production. They were looking

◉Jaiden ding ding ding ding. The school bell finally rang, signaling lunch. I ran out of the classroom towards the cafeteria, trying to be the first to claim my spot, which people fail to realize that i sit there. I quickly put my stuff down and went to the vending machine to grab a hawaiian punch. I grab my punch and turn around to see Tanner and Grayson in my spot and my bag on the floor. I glare at Tanner and Grayson, who seem to think it's funny to move my stuff on to the floor. i walk over there

I slipped the note into Logan’s locker and walked off. He’s never going to find out that it’s me. He’s way too oblivious, I thought to myself as I walked into 7th hour. “Okay, class, today we're getting a new seating chart,” Ms.Thorn yelled over all the noise in the classroom. Everyone suddenly got quiet; we all knew that Ms. Thorn likes to put you by people that you don’t even know. Lucky for me, I never talk to anyone, so I could be put by any one of these idiots. “Kaitlyn Lock”, she pointed

It was a strange and terrifying September morning. The birds were chirping ridiculously loud, meaningless music was blaring out of the extremely old radio, and lastly the most greatest sound of them all - the bell. Most of us students sprinted out of the gym upon hearing the bell because they were afraid of being late to their next late, even though all the teachers told us that we could be a bit late to our classes - but only for the first week of school of course. Anyways, I ran out of the gym

Allan Poe’s theme in “The Bells” is the four stages of a person’s life. “The silver bell is appropriate for childhood, the golden bell is the one for youth and the maturing for marriage. The brazen bell represents the harsh and dangers of middle age, and the iron bell is suited to old age because of its heavy and melancholy tone and also because it is associated with the funeral knell. (Litfinder) In the first stanza, Poe never directly says the bells are Christmas bells, he uses the words “tinkle

toe. I had langage arts next. Mrs. Berntson was coming back to school after her son went missing. My friends say that she is seeking revenge and locking up kids. I tried not to think about it and did a math problem, I knew they were exaggerating. The bell rang and Mrs. Ewert excused the class. I slowly walked down the crowded hallway. I turned the corner and could see her crusty, burnt door. Now I could believe my friends, Mrs. Berntson has gone crazy! I looked across the hallway and could see my friend

at Richmond high school. Everyone was walking to or from class, getting in their lockers, or using the restroom. As everyone got to their class the bell rang and the teachers shut the doors. I was sitting in my first-hour waiting watching the clock tick slowly. I had already finished my work so I was just sitting quietly staring at the clock. The bell rang as we all went to our lockers, then our next class. In the second hour my phone went off while I was trying to listen to music, my friend messaged

I didn’t wake up to a call from him today, which was strange. He always called me the second he woke up. He probably just didn’t wake up to his alarm, I thought to myself. So I called him, again, and again, with no answer. I figured it was no big deal and went on with my morning routine. I threw my hair up into a bun with my favorite grey scrunchie, slipped into my favorite hoodie and made my way to my makeup stand. Once I finished my makeup I took out my scrunchie and ran a brush through my hair