My teacher asked me my schedule, the papers I got in homeroom and she explained everything for me her voice comforted me. It was all my fault I didn’t bother to look at the papers and my schedule. I learned that it’s always worthy to follow directions. She told me to go to my second period. I got up and started walking to the door everyone’s eyes were on me with nervousness on one hand and fear on the other, I reached for the door knob.
Today is George 's first day of going to his new school he was nervous and he didn 't want to go but his mom made him. Him and his mom went to the office to get his schedule the he went to his locker and his first class. It was 5 minutes before school starts and all the kids were here but the teacher wasn 't. George looked around and saw a seat in the back that no one was in so he started walking to it and after a couple steps everything goes blank all he hears is kids laughing then the bell ring and his face hurts. The teacher walks in the classroom and sees George on the floor and runs up to him she starts asking the people around him what happened and they all said he was walking and just fell.
Things I Carry The things I carry to school are to ease my job everyday. I carry my backpack so it could hold all my other materials which I need to carry. I carry extra pencils in case of loss of my actual pencil. One day in January, my mechanical pencil ran out of lead during a math test, and I had to waste five minutes to get another pencil. Other needs I carry include a graphing calculator and iPad.
I tried to be creative with the ways I used the forest awakening sounds to see if it had any affect during different activities. A couple of days out of the week I listened to it before I started my homework. I sat at my desk and had the clip playing. As I sat in my desk chair I closed my eyes and relaxed my posture. Usually, when I start my homework I am very stressed and tense because I usually have a lot to get done.
I was walking through the halls of my elementary school watching as the other girls and boys reluctantly walked to their classes. I nervously walked to my classroom, and sat in my alphabetical seat next to the same boy I was always forced to sit next to, I waited to hear my name as the teacher started to call attendance. It was finally my turn, but my name was never said, however the name I did hear was my sister’s. At this point the name mix up was a regular occurrence, but every year I still hoped that it would be my name that I heard. I felt like a broken record having to correct not only teachers, but other people who would mistake me for one of my older sisters.
Going through six to seven hours of school on a five-hour sleep schedule isn 't exactly the most exciting thing in my life right now. And guess what? I have to work on this project (a.k.a. I-Search) for the next FIVE weeks and to be honest it is really a pain in the neck. As I was sitting there in class listening to the teacher talks about this project and at the same time complaining about the workload (mostly because we need to conduct an interview), I unconsciously, with the pencil in my hand, started to doodle.
The Outsiders Sequel When I turned in my essay, my English teacher looked at my work in surprise. He flipped through my 7 pages of writing, and then set it on his desk. He said I could leave for the day, and that he would grade it as soon as he could. It was almost four o’clock, and Darry would kill me if I didn’t come home by four thirty. He didn’t want anything to happen to me again.
As I continues walking with my bag in one hand and my father’s hand in the other I could feel the cold approaching. It was a long narrow hallway which felt like it went on forever with a door at the end of it. As I sat on the bench my father slipped my skates on to my feet; which fit like a glove. This was it the moment I was waiting for. I opened the door and the brisk cold air took over the entire rink.
I went to class the following Monday forgetting we had the appointments. I started on my draft, but I had not finished editing. I rushed to the writing and literature building asking many people to direct me to Professor Wilson. I went in all sorts of directions to finally find the office. I walked in the dark office building, peaking in the already opened door.
When study hauls is in action, I use ALL of my time wisely. Coming to this school I am challenged to my fullest potential, and yet living the life of a college student. After a long day of school and no social media, I tell myself “Just 30 minutes of phone time” but that turns into hours and next thing you know it’s dinner time. So by the time of 8:00pm I finally begin homework. For the first five minutes I just stare into space because I never know when to start and I then began
My “patience room studying” continued for another ten minutes before a nurse came out of the room calling my name. My father put down the newspaper he was reading and pointed to me and she managed to spot us from the large crowd that was present, we got up and followed her and she directed us to a room with a plaque posted front and centre on the door, reading “Dr. Hoffman, Neurology” . My father and I sat in the empty room and waited I told him I was nervous that something might be wrong and he replied “khoda nakoneh”, Farsi for god forbid. Five minutes passed and then a woman quickly walked in and closed the door behind her.
How’s school going? You doing well? Having any trouble with anything?” T.T. : “No, just have to catch up on my homework.” Karima: “Okay, that’s exactly what we will do today. Instead of focusing on the other stations, let’s catch you up so you could go back to school prepared.” (Other stations are workbook problems, and academic game websites.)
On Wednesday, February 1, 2017, Chino Hills High School was out of power, resulting all the students got released early. I walked into the school campus about to sit at the normal table that I wait at. I usually get to school thirty minutes early because of traffic. I did notice something was off when I sat down. The area where I sat was a bit darker than usual.
When doing this task I made sure to use real life example for the words, so they could get a better understand of the word. Once they start to recognize the words it was easier for them to spell and comprehend the meaning. I word have to direct the class to pull ou the book and make sure they were reading after they finish their work. Also, I went of many of the kids wam ups and exits tickets. Activity 7 During my time at the school I had to help students log in to there math program.
In reality, my skill set just didn’t match the job descriptions. So I spent my summer nannying five children. Trust me; I did a lot of soul searching (and hair pulling). Junior year I drove back to Cedarville with a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I started my editing and publishing classes.