I follow behind my new friend whom I met last block into the noisy freshman cafeteria. She determinedly marches to a table and doesn’t stop to speak to any of the people who great her. I am surprised that someone like her invited me to sit at their lunch table. As I walk with my salad and a smile on my face, I pass the table with my middle school friends. Their faces are welcoming and I notice a seat saved for me. However, I smile and confidently walk past them to sit at a table with my new friends. During the whole forty five minutes I didn’t dare to look back at the table with my old companions. High school was my opportunity for a fresh start. I prepared for the first day of high school as precisely as women prepare for their wedding day. I went to five mall in search of the perfect outfit, nail salon, hair salon, practiced my smile and even rehearsed the tone with which I would greet my classmates. In middle school, I was a peculiar student:
It was 7:05am on a Thursday morning, when I had woken. I lied down in my bed gazing at the ceiling as my obnoxious alarmed screamed at me to get up and prepare for another day of school. I was beyond exhausted. It was November 17th. Thanksgiving break was just around the corner waiting for me to relax and get my mind off the prison we call school. After showering and getting dressed, I walked downstairs to feed my dog and prepare myself a last-minute breakfast before leaving. “Can we please go?” I yelled as I read the time 7:41 on the microwave. I usually liked to arrive at school early to talk to my friends and occasionally walk to Racetrac or Chick-fil-a.
I woke up early and put on the clothes that I had laid out from the night before. I went to the kitchen grabbed a Poptart and headed out the door to find the bus coming up my street. Walking onto the bus gave me a whiff of Expo Markers and and an overload of Axe cologne that I’m guessing an awkward teenage boy showered in. I sat on the hard, poorly cushioned seat next to a small girl with pigtails and a Doc Mcstuffins backpack. Man, this is my first day of being in the Middle School; first day of sixth grade, I thought to myself. Twenty minutes passed and I was off the bus heading to my locker when a old friend of mine approached me. She told me that my best friend (may I add my only friend) had called me a brat and said she didn’t want to
At 5:45 AM the alarm on my phone blared some generic default tone that I had never gotten around to changing. This was probably the earliest I’ve ever gotten up in my entire life. I groggily removed myself from the pile of blankets on the floor that I had been sleeping in and headed for the shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face and searched my near empty closet for something to wear on my first day of school. Although I was absolutely exhausted and there was yet to be any furniture in my room, I was thrilled to be transferring to Pattonville High School in midst of my junior year and living in a bigger house in a better community.
It was 1:00 pm when I arrived at Wanamaker Elementary School. Patiently I waited outside the door. When I was finally let inside the classroom, I was welcomed by a mixture of bright smiles and blank stares. Mrs. Stark then introduced me to the class of twenty third graders. After she introduced me to the whole class, I quietly made my way to the back of the class. Within my observation of the classroom; I was able to see how the teacher interacted with the students, how gender role played a role within the students, and lastly see the how the students interacted.
Since I did not have a single class with any of them, I was glad to finally be able to spend time with people I knew. We found a table next to a glazed white pillar in the cafeteria, put our backpacks down, and went to go buy lunch. Almost immediately, the cloud of loneliness following me around morphed into sunshine. As we waited in line in the crowded sandwich deli, we shared what was going on in each other’s divided high school worlds as others shoved past us to get food. After paying for our meals, we sat down at our table to eat. While eating our lukewarm and bland sandwiches, my friends and I joked around with each other, sharing loving insults. As we laughed and discussed what we did over the summer, I realized that I had not felt this happiness in a long time. Despite the noisy atmosphere and the mediocre sandwiches, I knew that this would be the part of everyday that I looked forward to.
Page 1… Mom woke me up and said; “We must leave the burrow now! Grab a change of your clothes and one thing that is very important to you!”
One time I came across failure. It all started when playing in a baseball game for Serra High School. Up to that game we had been undefeated in league play. As the game moved along it got more and more intense. Every batter and runner on base you could tell both teams were completely focused on winning that game. Each inning went by in a flash until the 5th inning, Mitty had tacked on a couple of runs making it 3-0 Mitty. Then my team came to bat and stayed at bat for a while scoring 5 runs making it 5-3 Serra.
For some reason he liked the way I was “unique” and chose to be my friend. I took an immediate liking to him because Hannah had been my only friend, but this new friend was a boy! I fancied over him all through the fifth grade, and when summer came I couldn’t wait to go to middle school and see him again. My life couldn’t get any better! I had TWO friends, and one was a boy! Then one night, my mom came in and told me that Hannah would be moving away that summer to Utah. I wept bitterly for hours that night. I couldn’t fathom how I was going to go to middle school without her. After timeless hours of deepest sorrow, I realized that I wouldn’t be alone, because I had another
It was Sonny Ropp’s first day of school. She was entered in the Bronx school system three weeks before prom. Inside, her stomach was being an attacked by butterflies. The butterflies were doing the heimlich, trying to make her throw up. Her cheeks were screaming in pain from her face being frozen by fear. She entered her class. Her books clutched as if that was her life support. The room felt ice cold. She wanted that nice warm jacket sitting in her locker. Goose bumps settled all over her arms. She sat down at the back of the class hoping to be unseen by the rest of the class. A guy sat down next to her. He smiled and said, “You must be new here.”
It was a normal morning in my house. As usual, my dad woke me up and I got ready for my day. I moped out to the kitchen where my breakfast was waiting. When I walked onto the bus and arrived at school. I walked into Kaneland John Stewart Elementary School and walked into my first grade room. Standing at the board, was a substitute. Everyone was shocked. As we finally settled down the teacher welcoming exclaimed to us, "Good morning first grader's! Mrs. Doll will not be here today." Everyone was sad that Mrs. Doll wouldn't be at school, but there was nothing we could do about it. So we went on with our day. The substitute acknowledged us to go on the carpet and that she was going to tell us a story. The sub read the first part and it
Schoolies week is a festival held on the Gold Coast in Surfers Paradise for year 12 students who have just finished school. The schoolies organisation host different events such as the beach party, the glow party and the movie night. There is a large amount of controversy about weather schoolies week should still be going or not. There are a lot of issues involved with schoolies such as underage drinking, drug use, unsafe sex, injury and sometimes death. 1,500 teenagers attending Schoolies on the Gold Coast are surveyed each year by Drug Arm Australia. Last year’s figures show that three quarters of them got drunk, one in five passed out and a quarter of them injured themselves during the schoolies week. A more detailed survey was conducted in 2011 with the results being; 73.6% had been drunk, 37.6% had a hangover, 29.6% had sex, 16.8% had sex without a condom, 4.4% injected a drug, 3.5% shared a needle or syringe, 6.3% had driven a car while under the influence of alcohol, 10.6% had been in a car with a drunk driver, 24.8% vomited due to drinking, 6.1% vomited due to taking drugs, 18% passed out due to drinking, 6.9% passed out due to taking drugs, 26.5% had been injured or hurt, 14.2% had been in a fight, 13.1% had been sexually harassed, 15.6% had been cautioned by the police.
We as humans separate ourselves from other mammals with the fact that we teach future generations to learn from our past mistakes. When presented with a problem that we have seen before we can solve the situation more effectively when using our learnt knowledge. One repeated result that has hindered our education system here in America is that several schools are not at their most efficient state. Year-round schools are advantageous for many schools. With a continuous learning flow, ease from overcrowded schools, and flexible calendar plans, many schools are able to benefit themselves from not using the traditional school year calendar, a plan that has been in use for over a hundred years.
Education is very important for everyone and it will only get more important. Schooling is just plain bad. It used to serve a purpose, like the heart in a person 's body, but now it is basically just boring students more and more. Nowadays at the end of the day, we all just want to go home. Many aspects of public education are problematic. For example, the usefulness in grading systems (other than IB schools) are questionable. It cages up creativity and makes the students unmotivated. Also many times the grading system is just wrong. When students write something and give it to the teacher to grade sometimes they can get a horrible grade. That is surprising for the students because it’s like they think its good and that they’re going to get a good grade where in reality they get a horrible one. As Picasso once said, “ All children are born artists, the problem is to remain an artist as they grow up." Children are not frightened of being wrong. Being wrong isn’t the same thing as being creative at all. If you 're not prepared for being wrong, you’ll never come up with anything original.By the time we get to be adults, most kids have lost that. The kids ( now adults) have
Believe it or not, sometimes a gracious action can bring a huge influence on a person. When I read the introduction that instructor Heller wrote, there is a sentence she wrote: “Sometimes the most influential moments in our lives are smaller moments, events that we may not recognize as influential until years after the experience.” For some reason, I related to it strongly. My story is about my high school experience. Also, I will share some significant moments in my life, and how these smaller moments changed my personality.