“Number four is seventeen, five is false, and six is true.” my teacher drones on. We are going over our tests that we took yesterday. She is telling us the answers so we can see what we did wrong and if she made any mistakes. On my paper, number five I answered ‘true’ but she didn’t mark it off. I raise my hand and let her know. As she fixes my score one of my friends leans over to me and asks why I showed the teacher that she missed one. It is giving me another point wrong. Why didn’t I just leave it be. I struggle with the question a little, but really, I can’t take a point without earning it. Also, I don’t hide behind anyone. I own up to my mistakes. It has taken years of living with my family to drive that point home. My parents
Other kids were surprised . “You’re breaking the number one rule and I'm very disappointed in you Mr.Fischbach .You will be having detention after school.” Mrs.Kjellberg ,a tall ,skinny ,grey haired ,and strict teacher said angrily. Mrs.Kjellberg soon handed Mark a red slip .
While the teacher was walking around the room to check for completion of the homework, Eve started scribbling words across her paper. According to her paper, the cause of the Civil War was a single displacement reaction. Eve did not care that her answer was completely incorrect because the teacher gave her full credit for having any answer on the page. Numerous students like Eve are in the school system.
A teacher saw what was happening and told J. “you are not reading
After thirty minutes, both of the tests were graded. I received a perfect score, as for her she only got half of mine. She yelled angrily, “she is so smart
School made a mistake.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘They do stuff like that all the time, I bet.’ ‘Yeah-- it just seems like more than a coincidence when it happens to me. Like what made them think I needed remedial anything.
The next group of four students goes to the table and they count and away correctly; no student needed help. The teacher then told me she purposely chose those groups of children because she knows their abilities. She didn’t want to make any student feel like they are not as smart as their
I discovered my place in January of 2015. I was competing in a boys twelve and under single gender Junior Team Tennis tournament. It took place in an indoor tennis facility called Folkes/Stevens tennis center in Old Dominion University. I was representing Green Spring Racket Club of Maryland for sectionals, playing against the rest of the Mid-Atlantic region. Once I step on the court, I realized I have found what truly makes me happy.
I came as a counselor to National Youth Leadership Training expecting to teach kids to be the next generation of young leaders. I was dead wrong. Not only did I fail to build and form cohesive leaders, they taught me more than I could have ever taught them. My first teacher was Brendan. In the middle of one of the lectures, I noticed that he wasn’t there.
These pains are unbearable! I want to give up! At that moment, I slapped myself hard and loud. How can I give up so easily?
Jessica, My mother, did stick her head in the sand not only concerning puberty but everything else also. I guess I have to remember that my mother grandparents raised her and her twin after their mother died, giving birth to them. My great grandparents were up in age, and I am sure they did not talk to my mother about such things. Unfortunately, my mother stayed with the tradition.
Good morning there Mary! Sounds like a few changes going on there, I still remember some of the trying and lengthy phone calls. Makes you what to go yucko, but it will make time go by fasting. As for Health Advocate, haven’t heard back from them and looked on line for the job and it was no longer posted. So off to the old job search again.
Prologue People say I don’t think, well sometimes I think, most times I dream. I dream of things of unimaginable beauty, in colors so indescribably vivid, other’s can only imagine what I see. People have heard rumors, rumors that I don’t feel a single emotion. They are tragically wrong, I feel every emotion known to man, I feel them with an intensity that no one else experiences.
I never imagined my life would turn out this way. Seven years old everything felt seamless. I was blessed with two parents who adored me, two older siblings who would do anything for me. I did not see any trace of a dead end road. By the time I was nine I realized everything in my life was changing, my family was not genuinely a family to any further extent.
Growing up, I never went through a divorce with my parents and for that I am grateful. However, my life has never been the “typical home” where mom and dad were happily married. In fact, I never had any of that. From before I was even born, my mother and father were separated. However, I do not know if I would have chosen to grow up any differently.
It was Monday morning, there was Kacey racing to get to her first class before the bell, but forgetting the most important assignment of all…...homework. When kacey arrived to her class, Mr. Solis was collecting the homework assignment as soon as she walked in the door. Mr.Solis questioned Kacey where her homework was, which obviously she didn’t have, so she was marked 15 points off her grade. As you can see, Mr.Solis does not tolerate late work. Not only did kacey miss 15 points, but her grade dropped drastically.