Mrs. Phelps has none, and Mrs. Bowles has two, for whom she obviously doesn't really care about, "The world must reproduce you know, the race must go one I plunk the children in school nine days out of ten. I put up with them when they come home three days a month, it's not that bad. You heave them into the parlor and turn the switch. It's like washing clothes They'd just as soon kick me as kiss me. Thank God I can kick back."
Throughout the novel, ‘Stargirl’ Susan Caraway has been doing weird & goofy things that disrupt the students in some way, this is the first time she is introduced. It was the first day of school. The narrator, Leo was talking to his friends, meeting his new teachers when Kevin asked him “Did you see her.”At first, he doesn 't understand but soon after understood very clearly.
She grew up in a small town named Morrisville, Vermont. Beckie attended Morrisville Grade School which was where her father went to grade school, and People’s Academy for high school. Beckie’s favorite subjects in school were English and history. In the high school yearbook Beckie always got voted as the one never to be seen without makeup. Her hair was and still is her #1 worry; in high school she wouldn’t care how late it was and would always put pin curlers in her hair every night.
The audition was for Nutmeg Ballet Conservatory. The class was being held at the Alvin Ailey School in New York City. Being my paranoid self, I was there two hours early. The teachers weren’t even there yet, so I waited in a studio and warmed up on my own. My friend showed up thirty minutes later for the same audition and we preceded to spend the next thirty minutes trying to calm each other down.
Going to a new school is tough going to multiple schools is tougher. In the book Wonder, August feels what it’s like to be the new kid at school; I could totally relate to this, as I have gone to many schools and experienced the dread and anticipation that goes along with it. August is transferring in to a school instead of getting home schooled, I have never been home schooled but I have been moved across country from Hawaii to South Carolina. It was a huge transition because I wasn't used to the different people. I was a little first grader in a huge school filled to the brim with first to eighth graders, so I didn’t know how to act yet.
With its linoleum-tiled hallways, florescent lights, and carpet older than the teachers there, Renner Middle School was the kind of stereotypical school setting that only Hollywood would come up with. A place devoid of even the slightest of amusement. The overachieving students combated each other to gain the highest GPA while the delinquent kids were sent out of class for bigoted remarks. October seeped slowly into my sixth grade school year. In one particularly uneventful lesson in mathematics, Mrs. Haag droned on about some math subject my sixth grade self couldn’t be bothered to learn.
Junior year was a total of 180 days of trials and turbulence. From the lowest of lows in my Junior year of high school to the highest of highs in my entire high school career. A roller coaster would underestimate the ups and downs. I was the new girl starting my first year as a Junior at Konawaena. As nervous as I was about not fitting in to my class before graduation, I felt comfortable within the volleyball community.
I arrived in this country thinking I was going to be in the most challenging classes and be at the top but reality smacked me in the face the first day I entered eighth grade. To my disadvantage the counselors did not care about my previous grades in Puerto Rico. Seeing that my parents were only able to speak Spanish, the school deduced my English was not well-developed enough and consequently I was placed in English-language learner (ELL) classes. After testing me in reading, writing, and hearing I was
Has a child around the age of two years old I listened to no one, dressed myself and liked to do everything on my own excluding potty training myself. Somewhere with the transition from middle school to high school I lost myself and some independence along the way. My freshman year had been a bust of getting in trouble and My sophomore year had been all about finding myself. Freshman year I found myself dating a senior boy and ditching out on class. Studies and my future came last in my mind.
“I recognize you from Mrs. Litle’s class, you were making fun of me for being an eighth grader while you were a freshman” she said back. “I’m sorry, I don’t recall—” I began to say. Suddenly, it all began rushing back, the rain outside the window, the noise in the background, the girl I had seen a year and a half ago—it all rushed back to me. “Oh my god… it’s you” I stammered. I know you too.