My first day here at Job Corps seemed very long. When I first arrived in the front I had to sit in a little room close to the front office I had to sit there with a couple of other kids. After sitting there for a while security came and took all of our bags to the security room to check for anything we couldn’t have. After that, we had to follow some staff who took us to get our uniform which took a minute because everyone took turns to use the bathroom to change. They gave us 3 pairs of polo shirts and 3 pair of regular school slacks. They also told us if we come to school without uniform then we would have to pay 5 dollars which comes out of our check that they give us every two weeks.
This one day was honestly one day I’ll never forget, nor change anything about. I had come home from cross country practice and my mom told me, “Guess where you and Isabel will be going next month?!” I couldn’t think of any guesses. She later announced to me that my sister and I are going to meet Tyler Oakley and get his book called, Binge signed. I felt as if I was in shock. I had a hard time trying to wrap my mind around the thought of being next to Tyler Oakley. My adrenaline felt sky high, my hands felt shaky; I didn’t know what to think. My mind was like a race horse.
“Hey Abdul!” my friend Omar yelled. He was looking at a paper in the bulletin board, I figured out that he wanted us to sign up for a school thing. “No I’m not signing up for a school thing” I say. “Just come here and look” he states. I roll my eyes and go up to him he points at a paper that says soccer tournament. “Dude let’s sign up for that!” I yell.
I got a ride home from school just like any other ordinary day in October of 2013. It was more than two years ago but I still remember every unpleasant moment, starting from when I walked in the door. My sister, Kaitlyn, sat on the couch in our living room yelling at her phone, who I soon found out was my mom. This wasn’t surprising for me since they had been arguing all Summer due to our move to Hawaii in June. However, what came next would shock me and scar our relationship for several years to come.
On a hot September morning, middle school students from all over Sherwood attended their first day at SMS. A small percent of these students were new to the school, extracted from their recognized and comfortable previous middle school, Laurel Ridge. How did these students persevere? Let us focus on one former Laurel Ridge student’s day.
The smell of sugar, butter, and eggs surrounded me as I mixed ingredients into the large ruby red mixer. The sound of sugar rubbing against the metal mixing bowl filled the room. I saw the little white cloud come out of the mixer, as I poured in the flour. My grandma walked into the house, just as I started to scoop the cookie dough batter onto the baking sheets.
This one day was honestly one day I’ll never forget, nor change anything about. I had come home from cross country practice and my mom tells me, “guess where you and Isabel will be going next month?!” I couldn’t think of any guesses. She later announced to me that my sister and I are going to meet Tyler Oakley and get his book called Binge sighed. I felt as if I was in shock, I had a hard time trying to wrap my mind around the thought of being next to Tyler Oakley. My adrenaline felt sky high, my hands felt shaky; I didn’t know what to think. My mind was like a race horse.
Mollie: “Hi, my name’s Mollie , this is my first year of highschool...Am I excited? Yes. but am I also scared? I mean these kids are basically adults!You see that empty chair over there….that 's my seat...next to “Senior Extraordinar.” She’s one of the more “popular” kids in our school...also one of the smartest...I never really thought
Directions: Type your speech draft here. Your speech should have five paragraphs, an introduction, three body paragraphs, and a conclusion. Body paragraphs should discuss the following in this order: what the injustice is and why we should care, who it affects and how, and what we should do to help solve the problem.
Would you rather spend your high school days being forced to play a competitive sport to graduate or focus on your education instead? Seventy-two percent of teenagers say they rather just focus on passing school than worrying about playing a sport on top of everything else. Some people aren 't capable of having to go play a game till eight at night then waking up the next morning, and having to study for a test the next day. We should not be forced to participate in tasks we are not talented in. Not everyone is competitive, we aren 't all athletic, and we all have different talents.
I have a great opportunity for you guys to help out at the upcoming National College Fair that will be held on Wednesday, October 21st, at the River Center. I have two slots for you to choose from if you are available to come answer prospective student 's questions and obviously get to have fun!
Does this sound like you? Wait, that’s all of us! For twelve years, the seven hour day at school seems to become longer and longer every year. I know, graduation day is laying out at the beach while we suffer learning about Pythagorean theorem. As much as we despise this thing called “school,” they’re steps to excel academically, mentally, and emotionally. Honestly, I’m sure we’ve all cried at least once over how stressful school can be.
When you enter the fitness world, you realize that the trends are always changing. It’s as if every other month there’s a new ‘miracle’ exercise. Well, I assure you there’s no one exercise fits all, but when it comes to HIIT (high intensity interval training) the benefits may be too good to ignore.
As the day finally unfolded, it was already the middle of the day. Usually at this time, we had our free period. All the kids have already said that were gonna ditch at this time, so I waited outside of Billy’s class for him, as all the kids rushed past me to the door.
We are all trapped. As humans living in the United States of America we are all crushed by the unseen, undiscussed, untouchable force. This force is simply referred to as “The system” or “The man”. Not broadly discussed or recognized due to fear of consequence we all continue to block out the immense pressure forced upon us to be a part of it. The school system in particular is the most oppressive and forceful of all. From young ages kids are broken down and then molded into “perfect” humans. The school system is not designed to help nurture and develop the talents of each individual but are instead pushing kids to become civil servants under the tight grasp of society. Children who posses natural talent are not able to let it flourish and