There I found tons of kids that weren’t in class and they all were watching each other… speak. Some were even talking to walls. I saw my friend, Naomi, and went up to her and asked what was going on. She responded that all the weird kids talking to walls were in Debate. For the next month, Debate became my haven from the heat and annoying people in math.
Jigsaws for the Jumpy Sally is a seven-year-old girl, who stays after school, because her mother works. While at the the after school program Sally’s teacher Mrs. Friend saw how she was sad and bored. The next day, Mrs. Friend brought her a puzzle.
Anyway the bus came and half an hour later I was in R and R in Mrs. Cieslak room. I got out a pen and paper and started to write this story. After R and R I had science. Science was the usual. Our teacher taught her lesson but as usual nobody understood it.
I knock twice on the door to my math class and then enter. Thirty pairs of eyes are glued on me as I slide into my chair; the third seat in the penultimate row. The substitute teacher drones on about some complicated formula I will probably never use in my entire life. I
Horrible Years of Kyra Gibson’s Youth So if you are in the mood to listen to the horrible tales of my childhood due to horrifying school that does nothing but antagonize their students. You came to the right place. 4th grade “Test” Sitting at my desk waiting to take my test as my teacher is walking around handing out the papers saying “If you need any help, come ask me.” The papers are all handed out and we get to work. I had been having trouble with math so about part way through the test I needed help. So I go to the teacher and show her what I need help with.
Teens will use the lockers as an excuss to get out of class and just wonder around the halls of the school just so they can get out of class. It was my 6th grade year and I was in class and this girl needed to get one or two books out her locker that she needed for class. After 10 minutes the girl still has not returned. 15, then 20 minutes passed so the teacher called an administrator to go find the young lady. Turns out she was hanging out with another girl in the bathroom on their cell phones.
Based off the groups on our survey, I can think of a way each of them are portrayed in at least one aspect of the media off the top of my head. Immediately the movie Mean Girls comes to mind. When Cady arrives at the school, she is shown around and learns the ropes of school from her new friends. In the lunchroom we see many stereotypical groups including the “Smart Asians” doing their homework over lunch, dressed in a dress shirt and tie with a pocket protector. Again, in another movie called 21 Jump Street we see a black man portrayed as a cop named Captain Dickson.
Mean Girls I jumped out from my bed at 6:30 when my alarm turned off. I got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. My mom was drinking her coffee in her favorite red mug with my picture on it. I was going upstairs back, when I heard a sweet voice “ Have a good day Kailey, on your first day of seventh grade.” In my family, it’s just my mom and me. My dad had cancer when I was five years old.
She was frantically looking for caffeine to get her through the day. Ah, the typical morning of a college student. Then a light-bulb went off in my head, she´s the perfect candidate to interview for my English assignment. Later that evening, I entered my study room to see my sister doing homework. She sat there dressed casually in sweats and a black hijab.
The tone of her math class was a mess the kids were all talking and sometimes would be waiting for her to come to the room. Smooth transitions into her room where let's go look out the window or look at the bearded dragon till she gets here. The kids never worked in a teamwork environment in her class. The kids did have to do a math homework every week for a grade. Although she made it fun for the kids.
As I walk out of Mr.Fiedler’s fourth hour social class, I wonder what kind of mood the evil Mrs.Berntson will be in today. I turn the corner and see all of the seventh graders come out room 224 screaming in fright. Oh great, I thought to myself. I approached the door and carefully step into the classroom making sure nothing jumps out at me. I step into the classroom only to see my witch looking teacher with black hair and warts covering her face standing in the corner of the room.
This was the sight of a small, fragile, seven year old girl as she struggled getting her homework done for the second grade. Nervously, I grabbed the homework given by the teacher. The sweat on my palms managed to soak through the corner of each assignment everyday as I wondered what the directions stated and how I was going to finish
It was a normal day at School everybody looked and acted the same until one person came and changed everything and that person was named Brianna Ostrowski Chapter 1 One Day a girl named a Brianna Ostrowski was just walking into her classroom when she saw everybody messing around so,she hurried up and stopped them by saying loudly “Stop Right Now!” immediately they stopped and stared at Brianna. One person was sitting at her desk talking to her friend. These two people were named Hope Harbin and Drew Chard they were really funny. So Brianna said “Hi I am Brianna” to them. Hope said hi to Brianna.
Flashback to my junior year. I sat quietly in my AP Lang class as my teacher, Mrs. Fisher, announced that the reading competition between the language arts classes called for the book count for September. She stood at the board, marker in hand, staring out expectantly at her large class. Hands shot up across the classroom, and my own nervous hand rose up to join them. Mrs. Fisher happily chalked up the small fortune of books that our class had read.
On the corner of School Ave and 5th Street a small playground rests on a sandy pit dusted with footprints of different shapes and sizes. Each day a surfeit of students stomp over the play equipment during their fifteen minute recess. In an office close by this playground, Principal Harriet Taylor is hard at work as she reaches the final stride in her career as an administrator at Springfield Elementary School. In June when the kids abandon the playground for summer, Harriet will abandon the office, relinquishing her duties as principal for the lure of retirement. Before Harriet could even dream of the office she works in today, she was romping all over the same playground many Springfield students use today.