Throughout the story, the narrator makes statements such as, “There was not a sound in the classroom, except for Miss Ferenczi’s voice, and Donna DeShano’s coughing. No one even went to the bathroom” (Baxter 140). The children are interested and engaged in hearing what she has to say. The fourth graders value the idea that Miss Ferenczi is trying to impart: that learning can be fun and
At the time, I was too young to be enrolled in pre-school, so while my mom was working and my sister was at elementary school, my mother would drop me off there. During the long days that we spent together, one of the literacy events that I can recall is when we would play "school.” She would be the teacher and I would be the student. Together, we would set up a
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.
There it was, standing in the distance, a tall gloomy gray-colored building. With a few splashes of blue paint added to the dull cement to add color to what would otherwise be a lifeless building. This building was non-other than the one and only Stoller Middle School. I never referred to it as a middle school but more as a prison, it was full of rules that were put in place just to suck away any possible fun from a child’s mind. Maybe I didn’t like the place because I was suspended five times from it.
They all had free time in the playground that had only one seesaw and some swings. On her way home, she took the bus and once they got to her bus-stop she got off and walk a quarter of a mile to her home. She told me that when she got older they would say prayer and the pledge allegiance in the mornings. She also had music lessons where she learned her first notes. When she entered high school she did not have a vision to be a teacher or anything similar, but she did want to be a secretary so she took business courses like typing, shorthand, and secretarial training.
School began and I absolutely hated it. The teacher was awful and- Grandkid #1: Wait aren't you supposed to tell us that school is great and well love it and it’s the best time of our lives? Scout: Shut up and let me finish me gosh dang story! Scene 6: Miss Caroline:
In her narrative essay “The Sanctuary of School,” Lynda Barry recounts a story from her childhood that illustrates her relationships at school vs her relationships at home. She tells us how public school was her sanctuary from her unstable home life. It was a stable environment that she depended on. She tells us this when she says ,"[F]or the next six hours I was going to enjoy a thoroughly secure, warm and stable world." Unlike at home, her school was a place she was noticed and cared about.
This was the first year that the anniversary landed on a school day, and the new superintendent had commented that it would be a full day of learning. The principals of the high school and middle school noted the significance of the day and hosted a moment of silence. However the lower-grade student discussed the incident with their parents or guardian. Though the town has made efforts for normalcy, they are still a long way from fully recovering from the loss.
They mostly spoke of what the boys do with their education, whereas the girls were not mentioned. The boys were expected to be strong and brave, so their parents had decided to throw them into the snow stark naked. The children are quickly taken out of the snow and placed near the fire to warm up. Aside from being placed in snow, the boys were tested with their survival skills at their coming of age. They were sent into the woods alone with only a bow, knife, and a hatchet.
"Line up everyone!" Mrs. Rogers, my 5th grade teacher, told my class after the announcments. We followed her instructions and did so. In the second floor of Kaneland Blackberry Creek Elementary School, Mrs. Rogers's class, Mrs.Riley's class, and Miss Owen's class were all lined up ready to go downstairs to the busses. Once all the classes got quiet we walked doen the hallways and outside!
As the days progress, there are always new adventures waiting each day. I constantly learn new skills, meet wonderful educators, volunteers, and most importantly, assist children who have the potential and enthusiasm to achieve different goals. My day started on a rainy, Monday morning, no different than any other Monday, so I thought. I traveled to Johns Island on this day; Angel Oak Elementary School happened to be my morning destination. When I arrived, I did not expect any additional duties, other than observing tutors and students throughout sessions.
There housing, clothing, and food. The housing was usually a wood cabin that wasn’t built very good. It usually didn’t actually provide shelter and many people died from bad weather or even animal attacks. Some house workers got to live in the main house if they were lucky. The clothing was handed out once a year and were usually very old and worn.
She never graduated from the third grade. Yet she's managed to travel the world, raising 6 kids and 10 grand kids and many great-grand children. Not to mention she could make the best banana pudding. I've known my sweet granny all my life. She was a nurturing soul.
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.