Personal Narrative: My Trip To High School In America

We thought little about it until one day in April. I was walking into the room with my friends, exchanging meaningless conversation, when I did a double take at the white board. Written in a variety of neon colors, perhaps to shield the blow it would deal, were the words “ALL DAY LAB”. We sat in our seats, the seconds ticking down like hours, and waited for class to start as we glanced at our phones to avoid confronting reality. Soon, my teacher stood up and explained that the six-hour lab would take place that Friday.

Almost forgot the name of my high school is Adrian Wilcox High, home of the thunder if I remember correctly or lightning one of the two but I digress. After the first period of class, which nothing much really happened but explaining school rules and such. I began to realize that high school feels the same as middle school expect there were four times the students than there is in eighth grade; walking down the halls I can feel eyes of the higher grades scoping not only myself but a majority of the other freshmen knowing we are struggling to find our scheduled classes. Lunch finally comes around I start opening up to other students to make and try to make some friends, I remember lunch and after were my favorite times back then my classes were easy and so chill

It was the first day of 6th grade so no one was used to such a long wait to eat. By the end of Basics class with Mrs. Pulse, an awesome teacher, we all got to eat lunch. We were pointed toward the table we were supposed to be seated at. Before we were able to get our lunch, Principal Broughton told us about a new recycle program that the school had enforced. It made sure that each student dispose of their garbage in a way that gives back to the environment.

The Outsiders Sequel When I turned in my essay, my English teacher looked at my work in surprise. He flipped through my 7 pages of writing, and then set it on his desk. He said I could leave for the day, and that he would grade it as soon as he could. It was almost four o’clock, and Darry would kill me if I didn’t come home by four thirty. He didn’t want anything to happen to me again.

Today is George 's first day of going to his new school he was nervous and he didn 't want to go but his mom made him. Him and his mom went to the office to get his schedule the he went to his locker and his first class. It was 5 minutes before school starts and all the kids were here but the teacher wasn 't. George looked around and saw a seat in the back that no one was in so he started walking to it and after a couple steps everything goes blank all he hears is kids laughing then the bell ring and his face hurts. The teacher walks in the classroom and sees George on the floor and runs up to him she starts asking the people around him what happened and they all said he was walking and just fell.

Test make us like zombies. Every year we take around 1-3 STAAR exam 's depending on if you passed previous ones or your grade level. After a day that we are stuck in a class taking a test that gives result 's based on what you learned throughout the year, we the student 's, are too tired physically and mentally to deal with anything and that includes homework. We do not need to take test, we need to learn to grow up to be well-rounded adults, to be prepared for society and all of its forthcoming. We need to learn and understand what they are trying to educate us on so we will not be doomed to repeat the same mistakes that society has already passed through.

School started on a tuesday and I rode the bus, when I got to school it was kinda weird coming back to school here because it 's been so long. After about a week of school it was back to normal. My stepmom and dad were still fighting off and on throughout school and on the weekends. Then one day my mom told me she was getting to come back to Bloomsdale. I was so excited because I hadn’t seen her in a couple weeks and she was getting her old job back at loves.

We also exchanged phone numbers and reporting time is at 7:20 and dismissal is anywhere from 2 - 4:20. The teacher helps out with after school detention/seminar (the students can come and get help with projects/homework). After the classes were done, I got a tour of the building from my cooperating teacher. I was introduced to many different teachers and other members of the faculty at the school. Today, was also a quiz day for some of the students, so I was grading papers.

Balancing nursing school and my entire life can be hectic. I handle my scheduling problem by having a routine and an organizer in my phone. As soon as I get done eating my lunch that’s when I usually study. I go to my local Barnes and Noble to study because I can focus there better than at home. I usually take a break from studying every time my brain can’t retain the thing that I’m studying, so I won’t burn out from studying.

I have many memories of school lunches, most of which were not high in nutritional value. In elementary school, students have options of a ‘hot lunch’ or a ‘cold lunch’. A typical school lunch in the United States does not compare to those served in other countries such as Brazil, France, Italy, South Korea, and Spain (just to name a few). As I am majoring in Elementary Education, one of my requirements is to do some work in a local elementary school. I work with a student in second grade, and I attend lunch with her.