Birdland Dialectical Journal

The book is about Ramona, an eight-year old who wants to show that she is old enough to take care of herself. She narrates her school life experience as a grade 3 student in a new school and her family concern. Since Ramona’s dad lost his job and wants to go to school to become an art teacher, her mom must go to work (2 jobs) to keep up with the family’s finances. This concerns her, since Ramona sees and feels the family stressing about money. Meanwhile, in school, she has a new teacher, Mrs. Whaley, whom she wants to please and to show she is a good student.

Startlingly, they found them standing at the classroom door because mom needed a hug. They remember loving mom’s hugs but knew they were just a remedy to cure the itch in a ten year old to make trouble. Since those days, they look back and see that in the blink of an eye, they transitioned into adolescence and gained

Hearing those words come out of her mouth was heart-wrenching. I just saw her that morning and she was not the best, but she was making it. My grandma and grandpa were supposed to leave that day to head back to Iowa, but she must not have been doing good to leave yet. We got there and I walked in and I saw my grandpa waiting for us. My mom and grandpa told us that we were supposed to stay in the lobby while they go back to see her.

I was hostile. Maybe even a little depressed. But although it all seemed so negative, moving was the greatest event that had ever happened to me. When my mother broke the news to me, I did not have a lot of time to recuperate. I was supposed to pack what immediate belongings I had and move in with my grandmother the very next day and even attend school that morning, while my mother and father began packing other things.

Dad is my favorite parent, he actually listens to me. Dad will be coming today, I cannot wait to ask him what he thinks of the shack. Mom has gone crazy this week trying to get organized. She has been yelling at me to help her, but all I can think about now is the shack. I asked her what she would think if I found a spell book and of course she screeched about how I should keep my head out of the clouds.

I ended up having to stay with my mother the whole summer. Getting to know new people, surrounding myself with positive people, even was willing to go to a new school to start a new life, a good like with positive vibes. But in the midst of everything I got scared, scared to start my whole life over. Yes, i was only in tenth grade I had two other years left in high school, did I really want to start over? To answer your question, the answer was no.

It was a very sad moment when I had to say goodbye, the words didn 't even wanted to come out of my mouth. Whenever, I felt like a part of me were staying with them and that my life will not be the same. Since, I was just 12 years old and I had no idea about how leaving my country and part of my family was going to change my life, I thought that was just stupid. So that, I were angry and crying for almost one week. It is really sad and hard when you have to leave the people you lived with for 12 years and not only that, if no also leave your country without having no idea how you were going to live and how was everything in another country.

Her mother sent her to the first day of elementary school without registering her as a student. As she stood in the huddle of her peers anticipating her name to be called, she began to feel alone. She had nobody to help her. All the other kids were headed for their classroom but little Cassandra. She remembers standing there feeling afraid, overwhelmed, and thinking her mom was stupid for not protecting her.

I 'm not feeling too good about this test." The upcoming math test that the other student was talking about was actually terrifying me. I felt as if I was going to do terribly. See, math has never, ever been my best subject. Oddly enough, I have always had math classes first thing in the morning, which has ruined my comprehension of the subject from a young age.

When we finally moved, I started 6th grade and I was only 9 years old because I skipped a grade. It was so different than what I was used to, I did not know the language, and once again, I felt out of place. Once I learned the language, it was hard to read and I constantly felt fear whenever a teacher would call on me. The kids would laugh at me and think that I was not as smart or capable as they were. I always felt like I could not get the grades I wanted.

The three girls had to go to school a couple days after they landed. Delphine was excited because she got the nice teacher in her grade but sadly she got a exchanged teacher from a different country. The teacher explain why he was there and not their other teacher. Delphine and the students were sad about them not getting to do fun stuff that the other students in another country get to do. Throughout the school year, Delphine had to do a project with some people that she

All of the other kids became silent and scared of Miss Fisher. On my way home I began thinking about how much I wanted to go to school earlier this morning. Now, I never want to go back. School is worse than I thought it would be. I thought of it as this fun place of learning and meeting new friends.

I was lacing up my old, rugged boots when mother called me into the back room. “ Tengo una sorpresa para ti” or “ I have a surprise for you”, she said in excitement. She said in a low whisper “ We are leaving these retched slums in Madrid, so we can have a better life not only for you, but for your future.” with a gasp of excitement, I fell to the newly cleaned floor and began crying. Not just tears, but tears of joy. I Francesca Cue`llar , age 15, from the slums of Madrid, was going to America .

She graduated and soon started job hunting. Her primary focus was to work for the School Board and to help kids with disabilities. Once she does get an interview, the interviewer at the school board tells her, “Come back and see me after you get the cochlear implant because we don’t hire deaf teachers.” Bart took that personally and was shocked someone would say that. She didn’t find a job very quickly. Then her big break came.

April, 1849 Being on the trail for about a week has brought unexpected holdups. First off the tall grass that scrapes my bare legs as I walk. Lena, Lilly and I all have plenty of gashes from burs and thorns. Our first landmark was Alcove Springs. We never stopped, although it was nice to think that there were people before us taking this journey.