Thoughts of fear and excitement paraded through my body as I sat Twitching to tell somebody about what I had just experienced but then I remembered that the only friend I really have at school is a boy named Joe and our friendship doesn 't seem to extend outside of lunch boundaries but I could wait a few more hours to tell him about this unbelievable news. Three hours go by and it 's time for lunch, as I 'm as I 'm walking out of my English 11 language arts class to lunch I noticed that everyone was looking my way in didn 't break EYE contact til they were behind me, soon I reached lunch and I sat to my regular lunch table and waited for Joe to come but he never came, soon soon as I figured he was not going to come I began to dig into my lunchbox picking at my
I would recommend this course to someone else as I thought it had a lot of great information. I enjoyed the look at my own paradigms, the way I see life. What I believe about what you think helps sculpt the way I think about it, or “I am what I think you think I am” (Landvatter, 2013, para. 1). This was a huge idea when I was first exposed to it. Hard to understand, and harder to try and relate to others.
It started in the middle of 7th grade. I thought middle school was going well. I didn’t deal with the problem of bullying and I had friends. Everything was going out great, until one day I get this message. I was happy when I saw it at
. When i got in class everybody was staring at me, i sat down then they started to take notes, I probably took five pages of notes. when i got out of that class I headed to english and when i walked in the room i was humiliated then when everything calm down. The teacher told us we are taking notes then i probably took
C is for Chisholm My first day of school in Chisholm. I was nervous yet very excited, I had met two of my teachers but the others weren 't there so I was in for a surprise. The teachers were all nice and classes were easy, I had to make more friends since the ones I already had, didn 't have any classes with me but that was fine. I wondered around school not remembering were any of my classes where.
It was uncomfortable for me to be around my classmates, but everyone in the class seems to be nice to me because I was the new kid. They didn’t have problems with me and I didn’t have problems with them. As time goes on, I began to feel
When I entered third grade I felt some discrimination due to my race since you know how kids are not knowing any better so I didn’t particularly feel good there, this continued on till 6th grade where once in middle school I stayed in the library this was not particularly a good idea for my social skills, I didn’t open up till 7th grade where I joined the school’s choir however it was a bit odd considering since I was still in a emo phase honestly it seems ridiculous as of now, I stayed there till December of 2015 where I moved to the dreaded state of South Carolina, much different from the more liberal area of prior residence. When I came South Carolina I at first attended Macedonia middle school where in which my grades were hurt due to the different curriculums, I never fully adapted to the school, but neither did I have to spend more time at the school because thankfully I was able to transfer to Berkeley Middle in which I stayed for the rest of year, although the graduation was less than luck luster where in comparison to my prior middle school in california where in which students were adorned with a proper ceremony as well as gowns to walk in, which far outshone the simple shake of the hand and walking across
After that they started calling me names at recess and whenever they saw me in the halls or in the bathroom. My name from third grade to seventh grade was no longer “Miguel Antonio Hinojosa” it was “Migay”. I was called gay even though I was straight, all because I had more female friends than male friends. Now being called gay was it, but being called gay and “Migay” was something that made me think having and expressing my emotions was something wrong for boys. It made me feel like I was being a boy the wrong way.
During the months of september through the beginning of november of sophomore year it was going great i had all my friends, and we’re all happy. Then they started to call me mean names like slut, whore, and started saying i was sleeping around and things like that. The only way i knew to defend myself was go tell the dean the next time they said stuff like this. So i got to school i was talking to my friends Brandon and Jimmy. Then brendon decided to tell me how was sleeping around last night and i told him to stop because first off they knew i told them stop before and they hadn’t.
Mrs. Smith bent down to my height and said hello to me but I was so scared that I couldn’t even reply with the only English word that I know. My mom told me in Chinese that she must leave me now and be good and listen to the teacher ironically even though I didn’t know any English. I started bawling and sobbing for her to not leave me as I
I follow behind my new friend whom I met last block into the noisy freshman cafeteria. She determinedly marches to a table and doesn’t stop to speak to any of the people who great her. I am surprised that someone like her invited me to sit at their lunch table. As I walk with my salad and a smile on my face, I pass the table with my middle school friends. Their faces are welcoming and I notice a seat saved for me.
I was embarrassed and felt like that shy little girl again who was afraid of the world and to talk to people. These teachers made me feel like I was worthless and that I wouldn’t go anywhere in life. That’s when I knew that I had to leave, if I didn’t I knew I would always seen in my brother’s shadow and not in my own light. Since I was little I have always been shy and never really spoke up or defended myself, but from that year in school I learned that it’s okay to defend yourself
I hugged my mom goodbye and began walking to school. When I finally arrived at the school, I entered the cafeteria where all my friends were waiting. I was one of the first few there, but students began to greatly bombard the room as the
I got a B on my math quiz, but was excited when I tripped and Frankie T., the playground terrorist helped me up when he would usually tell me to stay there until recess was over. As I walked around the park there were more girls than usual hanging out with me. The teachers stared at me in a face making them look like a dog begging for more food. Although I was toasting like a hippo whos been in the sun too long, I kept that jacket on.
English 102 so far has been interesting for an 8:30am class; I did not expect to be so awake for a class so early. Professor Denton makes the class attention grabbing, something few professors I have had, had been able to accomplish well or at all. However, I do not particularly like the portfolio grading style enforced by the English department; it leaves too much in the wind. Professor Denton removes the feeling of not knowing how well you are doing until the very end, by giving us suggestions for revisions and a letter grade to go along with the paper. This is extremely convenient, because it does not leave your paper or your grade up to speculation.