Anyway, she went to an all girls school that had uniforms this was her chance to escape her boring ass life. Her chance to be fun. "Oh of course I 'll be the smartest one there madre, no silly boys will stop that," she lied as she kissed her mother 's forehead. "You pinheads better take care of my mother or I 'll beat your asnos," she said jokingly. "I 'll see you all on whatever break they give me."
Everyone was so nice and friendly. Could find my class in this girls help me to math class because she was going to the same class then I look on my paper to see if had any other classes with her and I had to more and that was science and reading and she look like me best friend Charnae somewhere but never told so I asked what was her name I she said Charnae
Everyone thinks that once you get out of Jr.high your going to be a wild crazy teenager. You would go to parties, go where you wanted, and have no rules. But the sad part is that 's not reality and you have to wake up at some point. This is a story about a girl named Remmy and how she survived her first high school year. Picture this a girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes who has no clue what to expect on her first day of highschool.
Luckily, I survived and am here to pass on this tale. You may sit there and snicker, but know that you’ll be the first to go when they come. For fear the day when they attack. When those...those damned eggs a(egg)ttack. Before the attack, it was a normal Saturday morning I woke up around 8 (early for me) and put some Saturday morning cartoons on the family T.V.
My friends told me, “It 's just one class,” or “Math is hard, it 's okay.” For me it was not okay, and after having a meeting with my counselor concerning my math grade, she told me “try harder next year.” So, coming into senior year I felt the same thing I felt during my first day of high school, pride and confidence. I finally understood what Mr. Kalbach meant when he said he wanted to be like me in high school. He was not talking about my grades, attendance, or my attitude for school. Mr. Kalbach wanted to see the Ramses that I saw in the mirror the first day of senior year, and I know I will not let him
In almost every teenage romantic comedy, the dorky, hopeless heroine-in-the-rough gets a make-over. Afterward, she struts down the halls of her high school or makes a big entrance at the school dance. Everyone’s jaws would drop as they wondered who this hot piece of fresh meat was, because surely they must be new. Until someone realized it wasn’t a new student, but the mousy girl they’d spent their entire educational careers overlooking and making fun of. It was a moment that Priscilla Vanderwaale had watched unfold on her television screen for years with a roll of her dull blue eyes.
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
It was when Mr. Addams handed back our math tests and I got a hundred while Sarah got a ninety- seven. I looked over at Sarah and smiled, trying to be amiable, but she glared at me, giving me a dirty look, and turned away. Sarah had a stolid face for a second then turned and whispered something to her friend causing them to break into laughter.
Today, I did not sleep on the stairs. I got ready for school as slowly, and slowly I prepared myself for the day to come. I made a mental checklist of items on my agenda I needed to accomplish, and practiced telling my teachers what I would say to them. And so off to Prairie Ridge I went. That day, and all days for the rest of the school year were always the same.
One of my first students, Juana, was scheduled to take her citizenship test. As we practiced the flashcards and the multiple run throughs of the practice test, I saw the fear in her eyes, and for the first time I felt everything she was going through: the fear, the excitement, and the chance for a new and better life. That night we left feeling nervous, but the confidence in the work we achieved was present. The next day I did not receive a phone call from Juana, she was supposed to call upon her passing, but there was silence. Still seven o’clock nothing; however at 7:39 PM, I received a call from a very excited Juana who now is a citizen of the United
To this day, I remember the anxiety flowing through me as I received my sophomore schedule from the school staff. My mom, completely oblivious towards the power of the black and white piece of paper, kept telling me to open my schedule. I hesitated, but I finally decided to open it and the first thing I see is Period 3, Hon English 2, Mrs. Guertin. I was ecstatic! I wanted to jump out of excitement and joy!