I’ve always wondered why people with a little or a lot of power tend to treat you unjustly. I’ve experienced many times when people with power treated me poorly. There were times in school with teachers, in school with principles and even out in public places. When I experienced these moments they made me feel like there were something wrong with me or I was different. Also, it made me feel like I was different from others… but not in a good way. I hate when people give me this certain video that I don’t belong.
Edgewood high school, 9th grade, it has been my first period class when my teacher and my friend got into an argument. My teacher didn’t have any more patients for this student. Mostly everybody in class was finishing up on this study guide packet to help us on a test we were about to take. During class I showed my friend this paper I had. On my paper, it had poems on their which was dedicated to my aunt who had just passed away about a week ago. While she was looking at it my teacher came, snatched the paper, ripped it and threw it away. I understand that she had frustration with my friend, but she didn’t have to be disrespectful and rude. I could say “maybe she thought
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Now at my last school I got into trouble. But it was just little stuff, nothing too major. I would think if you’re a principle, no matter how good or bad a student is you should still treat them with respect. At my old school, Edgewood high school my assistant principle always had this attitude with students. He was really rude with me. I would speak to him in the morning or just during the day and most of the time he doesn’t even speak back to me. When I tell him good morning or just a simple hi, how are you doing today he just will keep walking like I’m not even there and I don’t find that right. I find it to be very rude and disrespectful. Also, it kind of sucks because they teach us to not be rude and disrespectful, but they tend to do it
SOURCE: On Sunday, January 3, 2016 at approximately 1900 hours, I received a telephone call from Sgt. John Sanzone, who told me there was a drive by shooting that had just occurred. Sgt. Sanzone assigned me as the CSI lead on this case.
I’ve always wondered why people with a little or a lot of power tend to treat you unjustly. I’ve experienced many times when people with power treated me poorly. There were times in school with teachers, in school with principles and even out in public places. When I experienced these moments they made me feel like there were something wrong with me or I was different. Also, it made me feel like I was different from others… but not in a good way.
The summer of 2016 my family and I took a road trip to Colorado. Colorado reminded me a lot of Minnesota but on a big Mountain. There are river valleys that are 1,250 feet deep to mountains that are 14,114 feet high. I climbed a mountain in Glenwood Canyon.
My body cried like a newborn babe, afraid in an unfamiliar place. Immediately, my fresh eyes were greeted by waves of black hair, friendly smiles, and the Japanese language. I had arrived in Japan. I did not know the language or the customs, but I dove right into the dark pool. I was determined not to let the unknown drown me.
All three of us rode the same bus in the afternoon to go home from school, the reocurrence of our disrespectful actions had our bus driver furious with us. We eventually drew the line with this last stunt we pulled on the bus, was not how I had pictured it to end. This was the stop sign to all my bad behaviors and immaturity. My last part of the day was spent in the art room, together with Conner and Matt. As people know there is usaully clay in an art room, I had happened to grab some without the teacher knowing
I have grown as an academic student in college and career readiness, as displayed through my English 101 class. This was my third college class on the campus of Los Angeles Mission College, so I thought I was prepared and ready. Yet in my English 101 class I had to come up with my own prompts for my essays and merely came into class to listen to lectures on the basics of English. This was the first class that the teacher did not give me the rules on what to do for the assignment, I had to come up with it myself. Professor Diaz-Cooper did not hand out How-To papers or grading rubrics - she expected us to know and acquire all this information on our own.
I step out of my Dad’s blue shiny Honda van as he says “good luck on your first day”. I force up a weak smile as I close the door and it made a whoosh noise as it closes. I look at the entrance for a good five minutes. I take a deep breath and slowly as a turtle, a zombie and snails. I thought to myself, a zombie and a snails.
After a week goes bye we expected the teacher to get better but he didn't. As class ended I texted all my friends to meet me at a certain lunch table at a certain time. At that time we all sit together and I talk about Mr. Grain. “Mr. Grain is to mean… we have to stop it I'm done with me sitting outside the classroom for have the class for doing something as simple as sneezing”. I said with anger.
Instead of hating bugs or spiders, I hated the outside as a child. Preferring to stay indoors, I spent my hours reading and drawing, dreading the moments my parents dragged me to a field to force sports down my throat. Basketball, soccer, volleyball; I tried all and loathed indiscriminately. Unfortunately, my father loved the outdoors, saving money for exotic vacations such as driving to the tip of Mexico instead of buying the latest iphone. Forced to go along with the rest of the family, I despised every minute of it.
I remember when I was going to start school. The school I went to was called Lincoln Elementary. It was just a short four streets down from my house. I was a little nervous and slightly scared to go. I didn’t want to have to leave home and be gone for so long.
The whole class thought to tell the principal and when we did she thought we were just wanting that teacher to get in
“JOE!, it’s time for you to leave for school!” hollered Joe's Mom from the kitchen. Joe opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. “Okay, okay, Mom I'll be down in a minute.”
Hi,I’m Joe the darkness. I am the darkness that is in your room at night. The darkness that you think scares you when you hear noises. Everyone blames me because of noises they think that they hear in their room.
Essay Prompt: Some students have a background; identity, interest or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story. Time- the indefinite constant process of existence and events in the past, present, and future. Throughout the seventeen years I've been living, I have experienced great achievement, great loss and was able to successfully overcome it, all thanks to four important people in my life, my siblings.
Getting lost was not on my to do list when I traveled to Korea over the summer to visit my relatives. However, because of my inquisitive nature, I just had to go explore my grandma's neighborhood. Due to that nature, however, I found a treasure. I was around 8 or 9 years old and that was the first time I had gone to Korea, so obviously I was excited and curious about everything. I had wanted to go visit more of Korea, but my grandparents were busy so I couldn't explore as much as I wanted to.