Headache Narrative

Today was just like any other day at Seaport High School in Seaport, Alabama. The first four periods went by so slow and when fifth period rolled around I was ready to act up with Theo and Allie in AP Stat. We are always getting in trouble in that class. We are pretty sure that our teacher Mrs. Redman hates us, but oh well isn’t senior year of high school meant for getting in trouble and having fun in class. We are all passing with A pluses so I am pretty sure we have room for cutting up in class.

my first days in my new country were tough because I did not speak the same language making it harder to be able to write and communicate with the people around me. But as soon as I learned the language things got a little bit more easier. My writing improve a lot I went from writing short sentences to paragraphs and to writing complete essays for school. I still remember an accident I had with my English teacher on sophomore year of high school. She made us write an essay about a book call “ to kill a mockingbird”. When I finish reading the whole book I started doing my essay so I could turn it in the next day so she could grade it and give it back to me the following week. Monday came and we started class with a free write reflecting on how good we did on the essay. I wrote that I was confident that I was going to get a seventy on it. But when the teacher give it back to me I saw my grade and got surprises because it had a huge eighty nine percent with a circle around it and a smile face on top saying excellent job. After a minute had pass the teacher call my name and told me that she needed to talk to me,so I went and she told me “ tell me the truth did you copy someone or who help you with it” I told her that I did it myself and that no one help me with it. She say ok go back to your seat but then again call me two times asking me the same question and I answer her the same way as the first time, until she

I was born in the Philippines and I moved here in Hawaii about eleven years ago, that is when I was only a 12 years old. I still recall the feeling of coming here in Hawaii. I was full of excitement but at the same time feeling more fear, sadness, and anger. I was excited because I never knew I would have the chance to step in the American land.

A four year ago, I moved from Ethiopia to United State. When I was little I always wanted to go school in the U.S., so, we moved the summer before my freshman year in high school. I was enjoying summer, I visited my sibling in Washington and spend half of my summer in their house, I loved it. School started in August that year and I was excited. After a week of school, I realized what people saw when I talked. Everyone though I didn’t know anything. People made fun of some word I did not pronounce correctly, I was scared to open my mouth or even asked a question in class, because I though the teachers would ask me to repeat it again. I cried almost every night.

People only judge on what they see on the outside. If they can’t see your illness, to them it doesn’t exist. You sit in silence as you hear the whispers and you see the odd looks, but you smile and go with life anyway. I was thirteen when the biggest battle of my life began, pain.

Edgewood high school, 9th grade, it has been my first period class when my teacher and my friend got into an argument. My teacher didn’t have any more patients for this student. Mostly everybody in class was finishing up on this study guide packet to help us on a test we were about to take. During class I showed my friend this paper I had. On my paper, it had poems on their which was dedicated to my aunt who had just passed away about a week ago. While she was looking at it my teacher came, snatched the paper, ripped it and threw it away. I understand that she had frustration with my friend, but she didn’t have to be disrespectful and rude. I could say “maybe she thought

Many things have affected my life over time. None of them have possibly effected my life more than reading and writing. Everyone knows that reading and writing is important, but for some people it has a bigger impact on their life. I believe reading in particular had a large impact in my life. I don’t know how different my life would be without reading. My interest in reading made school fun for me. It gave me a reason to try in school, and put forth an effort to do my best. My interest in reading when I was younger made me the student that I am today.

I was still in Bookman Road Elementary school my 4th grade year, I had the same teacher who taught me for my 3rd grade year Mrs. Tammie Hunter and had the same best friends. When I ended my 4th grade year at Bookman Road I was told I’m going to a different school; being young I was very confused but when the new school year started I then realized what my mother meant by a different school. That morning when school was starting I was excited, I’m going to my favorite school around my friends I felt like my 5th grade year was going to be the best year but that didn’t happen. When I was going to get ready I noticed a blue collared shirt and a plaid skirt, I was thinking to myself Bookman never had clothing like this it was a public school we

After that, a super loud bell rang, it almost made my ears fall. My mom and I went looking for my first period teacher who was Mrs. Mattier in room 49. When we found room 49 finally, I met all of my classmates which were mostly girls. I was so frustrated that lot of girls were in my class. The classroom was way different from the classrooms

The 3rd grade to the 7th grade was one of the most dreadful times of my life. It all started when my 3rd grade teacher took me to a room where my parents were sitting in. She started talking to them about how I was always looking distracted or confused during test’s and assignments. She suggested that we go see a doctor about me having ADD or ADHD but at the time I had no idea what ADD was or if it would affect my life in the slightest.

Grades six through eight were full of learning new things and transitioning from a child to and young adult. If my memory serves me right, my first day of school was a frightening experience. This experience was made even more complicated since my sister and I were not on the school record. My first day of middle school was the most stressful first day I’ve had yet. Shortly after the chaos ended I could settle into my new school. My sixes grade year was my first year that I participated in my church mission trip. This trip taught me to be respectful and mature. This knowledge helped me in middle school and continues to help me to this day. I not only had to transition to being mature, but I had to get use to having multiple teacher and

The dreaded wall it petrifies others makes them not want to go outside for recess or show up to school that day or the next day. I was once one of those kids who were scared to go outside for recess or show up to school the next day numerous times. I was nervous the first day I got sent to the wall I ran away from all the teachers so they couldn't find me at all, but they ended up finding me in the middle of the tubes which sucked. They almost considered detention or sending me down to my mom’s room to tell her what I did which was bad for because that meant a place where I didn't want to go to. First grade was the year I got sent to the wall and ran away.

In the first grade we had reading time every day and often the teacher would listen to us read. During our reading time we would read a paper which included a word count. After a couple months my teacher decided I was not reading fast enough and needed a special reading para. As a result, I was pulled out of class every day to meet with the para. In the beginning I actually enjoyed this special reading time. This is because I was uncomfortable with my first grade teacher and loved my para.

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I was in pre-algebra doing homework when suddenly the teacher asked me to come down to the main office. When I got down and