Autobiographical Narrative Working as a monitor in the attendance office was not my favorite time of day. Since it was seventh period, everyone loved to leave early which meant the office was always busy with people coming in and out. Every time you walked in, you would feel a burst of cool air. It felt like Alaska in the middle of December. When I picked up the PA caller, the phone was icy cold against my ear. “Excuse me, do you have Valerie Rodriguez in class?” I said as loud as I could. The students talked over the teacher so I could barely make out what he was saying. “Hello?” “Yes I do,” I finally heard him. “Can you send her to the attendance office she’s going home. Thank you,” I replied---saying that phrase was a routine. Whenever it was my turn to talk on the PA, I would get so bored …show more content…
Lupita was right, he truly brightened up our day. All the negative thoughts of school seemed to have disappeared into thin air. I felt ashamed and ungrateful. This boy seemed to be so happy with his life and I’m over here complaining about something so little and irrelevant. He was blind and I had 20/20 vision. How can I waste my life focusing on the bad rather than the good? God did not put me on this planet to sit around and do nothing with my life but complain. I knew I needed to change the way I saw things. I need to remember that not everyone is here to make me happy. There’s always going to be that one person who won’t get along with you or will always upset you. I’ve noticed it’s the people who are not mentally or physically healthy and well are the ones that are nicer and raised the right way---with manners. They seem to cherish their life and look at the positives more than I do, but not anymore, from that moment my life style has changed. I have a new point of view for seeing things. I want to have a strong effect on people like Charlie had on me. I want to be able to brighten up someone’s day like Charlie did to
Scene 1 Scout: Hey sweet pea, wanna hear a story about grandma Scout’s past? Grandkid #1: I mean I guess so Grandkid #2:
Heaven enjoyed the movie, she ate popcorn and laughed a lot. On route from the movies, Heaven spoke about what’s been happening within the past three weeks with school and her foster home. Heaven mention tension in the home with both foster parents, she also mentioned an incident at church, where she had a verbal altercation with her foster mom. Heaven said one of her coping skills is being alone and removing herself from conflict, she stated that when tried to remove herself from the argument, her foster mother grabbed her arm, which upset her more. Heaven also mention that her school lab top was taken because she did not complete her chores, causing a delay to complete her homework.
The summer of 2016 my family and I took a road trip to Colorado. Colorado reminded me a lot of Minnesota but on a big Mountain. There are river valleys that are 1,250 feet deep to mountains that are 14,114 feet high. I climbed a mountain in Glenwood Canyon.
At 5:45 AM the alarm on my phone blared some generic default tone that I had never gotten around to changing. This was probably the earliest I’ve ever gotten up in my entire life. I groggily removed myself from the pile of blankets on the floor that I had been sleeping in and headed for the shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face and searched my near empty closet for something to wear on my first day of school. Although I was absolutely exhausted and there was yet to be any furniture in my room, I was thrilled to be transferring to Pattonville High School in midst of my junior year and living in a bigger house in a better community.
It was 7:05am on a Thursday morning, when I had woken. I lied down in my bed gazing at the ceiling as my obnoxious alarmed screamed at me to get up and prepare for another day of school. I was beyond exhausted. It was November 17th. Thanksgiving break was just around the corner waiting for me to relax and get my mind off the prison we call school.
As a student, I have grown in my skills for academic success by having to write an essay in my Honors English class. We’ve recently finished reading the novel The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and were told to write an essay about one of the given prompts. Before having to write this essay, I was struggling with the type of vocabulary and perspective, which was third-person, I was supposed to use. I had to find the right quotes from the book and explain in detail how they support the prompt, I felt that was the hardest for me. The words “I” or “me” weren’t allowed in the essay, unless they were in quotes.
That was a time where I didn’t have a care in the world. I wasn’t plagued by the never-ending perturbation of homework, tests, or projects. For the first time in a long while, I felt free. But that freedom was short-lived as the bell confined me back into a colorless classroom filled with my jaded companions. You could say that feeling disappointed was an understatement.
Everybody knows that there are four seasons, and everyone has their favorite one out of all of them. Mine is when the woods turns into a coloring book of orange and red, when I put a nice warm batch of hot co-co on the stove, and were all of my family comes together every year. My favorite season is fall. My favorite hobby is hunting.
Ryan Smith 10/12/15 Memoir Since one of my biggest fears is of sharks you could only imagine descending into an ice cold tank with a dozen of them. I only had a wet suit and a oxygen tank only to come face to face with several of those things. There were only 2 guides, and 1 other person trying to get over their fear of sharks, like me.
She still wore her cheap make up and red lipstick, which with all due respect makes her seem a lot older than she really is. Her piercing green eyes looked at me questioningly, waiting for me to respond. I smile again and give her a small wave, indicating that I am who she thinks I am. “Oh right, you don’t speak anymore,” she says with sudden realization. “You’re one of them mute fellars now, right?”
Instead of hating bugs or spiders, I hated the outside as a child. Preferring to stay indoors, I spent my hours reading and drawing, dreading the moments my parents dragged me to a field to force sports down my throat. Basketball, soccer, volleyball; I tried all and loathed indiscriminately. Unfortunately, my father loved the outdoors, saving money for exotic vacations such as driving to the tip of Mexico instead of buying the latest iphone. Forced to go along with the rest of the family, I despised every minute of it.
Throughout my childhood I had a constant conflict inside of me. I wanted to be “popular” and just like everyone else but I never accepted me for me. Once my family broke through to me I was able to realize everyone is different and that’s ok because that’s what makes the world interesting. I learned difference is not just ok but vital to life.
About me: I am a go-getter. I push myself to the limit in everything I do, be it sports, academics, or life in general. Every year of high school I have taken the hardest schedule possible, only honors or AP classes, and I have done well. My cumulative weighted GPA has remained above a 4.0 every year due to my strength of schedule and my dedication to excellence. While taking all of these difficult classes, I have played several sports including Baseball, Basketball, and Volleyball, as well as participating in DECA and Academic Team.
As time passed, I seemed caught in a rigid routine. When I woke, my crazies made it hard to shower. During the day, I worked as an accountant for two small businesses in town. After work I came home, got high, and sat alone in my house. At night I watched Johnny Carson, and on the weekends, I visited my Aunt Claudia.
In the spring of 2014 the tenth grade class of Small-Town Rose Valley, Saskatchewan was presented with the opportunity to travel to Hamilton, Ontario - something few of us had ever had the chance of doing. Getting accepted into The Society for Educational Visits and Exchanges in Canada, SEVEC for short, meant that we would be participating in a student exchange program and jaunting to visit and experience the lives of people in Hamilton, and that people from Hamilton would get to do the same in Saskatchewan. Our first day in Hamilton was overwhelming regarding the size of the city, however it was a lot of fun. We travelled to see Niagara Falls, which is arguably one of the top tourist attractions in Canada. Dubbed “The Honeymoon Capital of the World”, I can see how a place like The Falls would be a popular place to visit for newlyweds considering the beauty and prosperity of the place.