Personal Narrative: Montville High School

We made it to the convenient store a couple of blocks later and bought the things we needed. When we walked out of the store we looked at what we had in our hands, leftover change, meat, and a loaf of bread. We all had the same idea in mind but it took several minutes for one of us to find the courage to say such a thing. Finally, one of the girls in the group said that we should have lunch with the homeless man and give him the leftover food. I was all for the idea but little did I know about the life changing experience that was coming my

After I left, my friends claim that they found an opening in the fence that leads to the locked Tennis court and they played Tennis there. On some other day, we all met up at one friend 's house and watched "Brain Games". The only thing I enjoyed doing was eating the pizza, until I watched it myself, which got me watching half a season for some reason. It might have been because I could concentrate more on the brain tricks and challenges, since my friends were talking through the whole thing. After arriving home, I would play Minecraft or Paladins by myself which, not surprisingly, was more fun.

The "No One Eats Alone" campaign allows students who have little to no friends meet new possible friends. The passage states, " Sixth-graders Jenna Walden and Avarry Wikerson ended up at a table by themselves, and they noticed that Alexander Scherer, a new student at school, was alone.They moved over to sit with him. As he ate his chicken patty sandwich and french fries, he and the girls talked about Six Flags." The girls went out of their just to sit down with Alexzander to become friends with him. Alexzander now has two friends to share lunch with and no longer has to eat alone.

In the fourth grade at what was then Millville, Harriet encountered a teacher who she describes as “mean spirited.” During this same year, Harriet’s mother was diagnosed with cancer. As a fourth grader, Harriet would spend her lunch breaks running the two-mile trek from Millville to her home so that she could care for her Mother while her Father worked. “If I wasn’t on the front steps of the school and in line with my class by the time lunch ended, she would consider me late,” Harriet said, grinning at the childhood memory, “most of the time the other kids would hold the line for me trying to

Freshman year came along and I wanted to attend Sullivan High School. I wanted to come back to my hometown, I was just missing the people I started it all out with in the beginning. My dad and I had all of the paperwork finished already to go for me to attend Sullivan High School in August, but my mom refused and wouldn’t budge to let me go. She didn’t want me going to Sullivan, she wanted me to stay with all of my new friends I had made at Owensville. She thought my best bet would be to stay and proceed to go to OHS.

I went to the Free Lunch Program on Saturday, August 28th. I got there at noon and people had just started getting their food. There was a line inside that went to the door. There were also quite a few individuals sitting outside of the facility. The first thing I noticed was that there were three police officers outside of the facility talking to two very calm individuals.

The Brown Paper Bag As I walked in at my daughter’s school cafeteria, I saw different scenarios. For instance, I sat next to her and her friends who were having a great time; they were talking about their classes and such. On the other side of the cafeteria, sitting on another table, I spotted a little boy. He was sitting alone, and in front of him I saw a sack lunch. That specific meal (if we can call it a meal) is a cold lunch.

One of my first students, Juana, was scheduled to take her citizenship test. As we practiced the flashcards and the multiple run throughs of the practice test, I saw the fear in her eyes, and for the first time I felt everything she was going through: the fear, the excitement, and the chance for a new and better life. That night we left feeling nervous, but the confidence in the work we achieved was present. The next day I did not receive a phone call from Juana, she was supposed to call upon her passing, but there was silence. Still seven o’clock nothing; however at 7:39 PM, I received a call from a very excited Juana who now is a citizen of the United

“You’re not going to remain close to everyone you were friends with in grade school,” my mom gently reminded throughout the summer before my freshmen year. But during my freshman year at Notre Dame, I had remained friends with almost all my friends that I had in 8th grade. When I decided to go back to Jackson for my sophomore year, I thought my best friend and I would remain close. I thought that if we could stay close through the turmoils of elementary school, middle school, and not even attending the same school for eighth and ninth grade our friendship could last throughout high school. On a Thursday afternoon, a privilege day, kids scuttled around like ants rushing to find their friends.

But, the truth is Middle school and High school is not that different then you think. I graduated out of Middle school at Arbor Hill and it was almost time to go to school again. I am in band so, I woke up early for “Band Camp” and because of that I wasn’t as tired as everyone else in the beginning of the year. But that brings me to my first helpful tip, get as much sleep as you can. Sleep can do a lot and if