Personal Narrative: My Journey To School

On the way to the Class the mother who is white, tries to hand a black child a nickel and it back fires on

As we pull up to the familiar steps of the school, the squeal of the brakes pierces my ears, and the bus arrives at 8:05 am. We soon file out of the bus saying our thank yous and goodbyes to our friendly bus driver. My morning journey has ended, and the odyssey called high school is just

Threw out my high school career, I have been at Camelback High School within the Montessori program that is relatively new to the school. I wake up early (around 5am) and take the bus everyday to school because I choose not to drive. I have thought about quitting more than once, but decided to stay because I strive for completion. I also pride myself on my honesty. The truth is I always do the bare minimum but I also attempt the extra mile whenever

However, Socrates keeps on coming to the store by bus for five consecutive days for further updates about his application. It is evident that if Socrates got the job at Bounty Supermarket on Venice Boulevard, he could get to work by bus. Because he did not fit Anton and Ms. Grimes qualifications, he was denied equal employment opportunity at that store. Socrates got the job, however he was assigned to work at another store in Santa Monica with Rodriguez, who is “always talking about giving guys a chance,” (Mosley 8). Walter Mosley’s representation of Socrates with symbolism in the 19the century is very typical of how African American ex-convicts were treated applying for employment in the United States then, and

Imagine getting used to waking up at 7:30 in the morning for school and ruining your future schedules all because your school decided to make school starting time later. Imagine in the future, you are late for every early meeting or late for work everyday and eventually getting fired. I say no to this. Schools should not bring back the starting time because of transportation, part-time jobs, and after school activities. To start, schools shouldn’t bring back the starting time because of the transportation and its cost.

Last August I remembered how much I truly despised returning to school at summer’s end when I was a kid. I remembered how I would look at the calendar hanging on the wall and watch helplessly as the remaining days marched past, the knowledge that the good ones were persistently running out, until one fateful morning I would wake up and there would be a yellow school bus with my name on it coming up the road. No, I wasn’t returning to school, but it’s the closest feeling I could compare to how I felt August 6th, Jon Stewart’s final day as host of the Daily Show. When former Daily Show correspondent and current Nightly Show host Larry Whilmore announced to his audience that Jon was leaving the Daily Show, I nearly broke my remote changing channels,

As the final bell rings everyone scatters out of their classrooms and runs to where they are picked up at the end of the day. For me that spot was the bus stop. When I come to the loop I find myself a shady spot and take a seat with my back resting on a metal beam. I take a look at my phone, like everyone in society these days, and wait for my bus to arrive. Soon my friends come to join me and we laughed and joked about how the day went and which teacher gave the most homework or what couple ended it and made a big scene in the hallway.

The first day of middle school is also the first day I have ever rode the bus. I don 't really like riding the bus because it 's loud, the bus smells weird, and it 's way too crowded. OI got lost the first time trying to find my bus. I walked around for like five minutes trying to find bus number nine. Luckily my friend Mackenzie told me which bus to ride that would take me to the same place.

We left the school that morning and was trying to fit everyone 's duffel bags in the seats on the bus. After we all got seat aided we left and headed to Columbia Missouri but we made a couple stops before arriving at the hotel for State Convention. Everyone we out for breakfast at Cracker Barrel then after we got done eating breakfast we went out to the Science Center. After we all had a

The bus stop was a far, uphill distance from my house, so I looked over my schedule in my pocket while walking there. The only part of the school that was normal that day was the same time as usual, all of the classes were for ten minutes and ended at around 9:30. Then, there would be the Homecoming Parade with all of the floats and people on them until 11:00, next,

October 14 7:07 am: The raindrops glisten as i walk along the road listening to my walkman. “another day another blunder” i thought to myself. when im a minute away the bus drives right by me. “oh crap” i pull out my phone to call my parents. When I get to my bus stop I like all my parents and they come pick me up but when they before they do that they yell at me like every other day when I get to school I go straight to the band room to drop off my bass clarinet.

The bus ride to the Amherst meet was just like any other that season. We were listening to music, talking, and joking about how much we were going to lose by. For so far in my rookie year we had lost every race. We walked the course before the race, but no one was really paying attention, we were still thinking about last night’s spaghetti supper.

Tynan didn 't want to go back to school today because he didn 't really like school. He got ready for school and was wondering where everyone was. He couldn’t waste time though because his bus was about to be at his bus stop. “Bye mom he yelled, bye dad,

What made me even more nervous, was that us students had no idea where we were headed. Two charter busses were waiting for us, so I reluctantly said goodbye to my family and hopped onto the bus, fully putting my trust in the Lord and trusting in the plan he had for me the rest of the week. After an hour and a half in the bus, we pulled over at a rest stop in Springfield to have breakfast. We were almost done eating and

they thought my stories were so cool even though they were all bull shit. we ate lunch and had a great time on the bus then we arrived and the middle school field``. we were walking too our locker room and the other team walked right passed us and i saw him, the big boy. he was 20 pounds heavier and two inches taller