Personal Narrative: Kaneland Mcdole Elementary School

I was waiting for my turn to go out into the gym and tryout for the school cheerleading team. I don’t think I have ever been that nervous before. The girl that was in front of me was coming back from the gym, and it was now my turn.

In the middle of the winter of the 5th grade school year at the Kaneland Mcdole Elementary School, I made a decision to protect my best friend so he wouldn't get in trouble from my teacher. It was very cold while I waited at the bus stop every morning trying to amuse myself by sliding down the icy driveways. Ethan S., Sergio, and Grant were my best friends in 5th grade. Sergio was Mexican and a little shorter than me. He also sat next to me in desks of 5 or 4. Grant was the best of friend anyone could have. He loved sports and sitting next to me on the bus. We got on the bus and on the way to school.

At the airport my friend Eduardo, since elementary school, and the coach from my college, picked me up at the airport. On the way to the college I was asking questions about the college to my friend because he knew better than I the college and the baseball team. I remember my first question that I ask Eduardo was that if the temperature became more heated because by that time the temperature was cold, and he said “Yeah, the temperature is going to get heated in a couple of weeks”, and I said “I hope so because I don’t like cold temperature”. We spend an hour to get to Clarendon College, finally I arrived and unpack my clothes and get everything really for my first day at College.

My American Hero is someone who inspired my love for reading without them even knowing. A caring teacher who had always welcomed me in her library. Mrs. Ondersin is someone who always let me take that extra book or two to read over the weekend, or helped me find the next book in the series. She always was kind to everyone she met and was never afraid to help you with just about anything. Although I have so many good memories of reading in that library or watching some National Geographic film on the big T.V, the best days were where she read to us, sitting down on the old blue carpet, picking out a book and being read to. It was something not many teachers did at that time so it was always a treat. Even going back today seeing the carpet

At the end of 5th grader we went to a tour at Incline Middle School. We were elated that we will be going to this school! We will be the new 6th graders. I felt so excited. We finally got there. We first went to recess. There wasn’t really anything to do that’s fun. There wasn’t even no playground. Just some basketball hoops. All we did was sit down and talked about our expectations we might have when we go inside.

"Line up everyone!" Mrs. Rogers, my 5th grade teacher, commanded my class to do after the announcements. We followed her instructions and did so. In the second floor of Kaneland Blackberry Creek Elementary School, Mrs. Rogers's class, Mrs.Riley's class, and Miss Owen's class were all lined up ready to go downstairs to the busses. Once all the classes got quiet, we walked down the hallways and outside!

In the classroom, the smell of permanent marker took over my nose, the sound of talking kids lay softly in my eardrums, and the sound of Mrs. Cubello's voice fills the room. Mrs. Cubello is my honors geometry teacher, and for some reason is very enthusiastic about her job. Usually when I

I was at school happily living in Australia on the Sunshine Coast, Queensland. It was 2011, and I went to a school called Pacific Paradise State School. It was my second year going there, and I was in the third grade. My big sister, Lucy, had been doing band the last year, and now again. I wanted to do band, as they were for the first time, letting third graders in the band, so I asked her,

Just shortly after 2:30pm on a Thursday, Heather and I pulled into the parking lot at the new Middle School and caught up with the rest of our English Comp class. I am dumbfounded by how this new Middle School has turned out. I was thirsting for knowledge about the new building yet the only thing I really wanted to know was the comparison between the new and old school’s way of learning and schedules. The building itself reminded me of college campuses that I have visited where the architecture is very geometric and intricate. The building itself looks as though it has been untouched and unused even though school has been in session for about a month and a half now. Even the landscape looked a bit off for a school because it was vast and open and there were only small, young trees planted around the building. One could see the potential this building will have down the road just by the exterior appearance.

A coming of age experience for me would be when I was entering Middle School and I was 11 years old when I had my first coming of age experience. It was a scary for me because in school, I only had one class and on different days I would go to different teachers for music or PE. Middle School was also a coming of age experience for me was because I was going off into another school and I had also just started to the play the flute and I wasn’t sure if I was going to fit in or if I was going to quit band at all but I didn’t I stayed in the band and I was so scared because when I walked into the Middle School I had seen people that I didn’t know and I didn’t see any of my friends yet so I just went to the band room and I was there for a few minutes until I decided to go and look around for some friends and to see if I recognize some of my old friends from the other elementary school that I went to.

Hector Zaroni is my name I may be a downright liar, shy and illiterate not completely but trust me I have my reasons. When I was born my parents named me Hector Zaroni at a early age I realized my life was on the road to misery and despair, during this time my mother abandoned or possibly may have lost me that’s when I knew for sure different my life would be different.

Heavy chest. Heart beating fast. Tears streaming down my face. I always had anxiety attacks throughout middle school and early high school years. The smallest, tiniest issues would stress me out to the max. Even in the third grade I would cry like a kid without candy if I couldn’t

He ended up taking roll and telling us to be on our best behavior, turns out only one kid didn’t show up, probably overslept so I wouldn’t blame them. I thought I would’ve gotten lucky having a seat to myself but ended up getting stuck with another student, there goes my leg room. At least they weren’t one of the overly talkative ones because I am horrible at conversations. Everything was ready and we headed off to Minnesota, finally! One of the other resident assistants got up with a crate of snacks so people who didn’t have breakfast could eat and not go hungry, it was basically a seven hour drive

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. Then I got there and realized it wasn’t that bad. We read books, counted numbers, and learned d 'nealian handwriting.

Finally, it was Thursday. On Thursday, we were supposed to wear sports T-shirts or our P.E. uniform, and we were supposed to bring a change of clothes. This Thursday was also Field Day. Field Day was wet and fun. There was also a teachers VS students basketball game. Unfortunately, the teachers won.