Personal Narrative: My Trip To John Stewart Elementary School

In the middle of the winter of the 5th grade school year at the Kaneland Mcdole Elementary School, I decided to cover for 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.

My family wasn’t exactly dirt poor, but we weren’t the richest either. I never remembered being hungry, but I could still feel hunger pangs. The starving. The want. For something else, something more. I wanted the two story house, the white picket fence I saw in the TV, in the story books. It was a dream not to be achieved. Being immigrants in a new country was difficult enough for my parents, and happy as they were that they’d finally had children, they were often forced to depend on my grandparents to take care of me and my brother while they worked.

At Calvin Coolidge Elementary School, advanced math class started in fourth grade. I have been put into the higher math courses ever since then. Once I got to seventh grade, I was put into pre- algebra honors and in eighth grade I was placed in algebra honors. I have never had below a B in math ever which shows that I am a hard worker and I aim to do well in school. Dwight D. Eisenhower Middle School has prepared me for hard problems that I may face in High School, and I know that I am adjusted to go above and beyond in this school.

They say I’m a traitor. Maybe I am. All I know is that I did what I had to do.

It was a frigid, windy morning in the fall and I was on the bus laughing with my friends.

Spiders really get a bad rap with most people, one that they just don 't deserve. Sure they 're a little bit freaky: anything with eight legs and a dazzling array of eyes triggers off a revulsion sense in most people. However there are a wide range of weird and inaccurate spider myths that paint these critters in a bad light. Debunking these myths should help you feel a little more comfort in their presence.

It was a cloudy fall day, this perticular morning in first grade. The air was cold and the wind crept up my back. The walk to John Stewart Elemantry School was the worst. Yesturday, I had gotten into a fight with my friend, Ava about what she thought I said. It turned out to be the day that I had to walk with Ava to school. I was glad that I still had a friend that I could rely on.

It was a brisk and spooky night when you and you closest friend are camping together in a pitch-black tent no bigger than the size of an undersized closet at Spider Lake. “What a ludicrous name” you think to yourself. You go about your day, setting up camp and take joy in being in the wilderness and getting to spend time with your best friend. Eventually you are both sleeping as in hibernation from the harsh winter. As you lay in blissful slumber, you suddenly feel what feels like little feathers dancing around your left hand. You feel this sensation for a few minutes enjoying each little stroke, until you feel it agonizingly slowly travel up your shoulder then to the life side of your face, eventually reaching the top of your eyelid. You awake

“From now on forever, my sky-god stories belong to you.” This is a quote taken from the trickster tale “How Stories Came to Earth.” In this Story a spider named Anansi, Captured Fore animals to get the sky-god's Stories. “How Stories Came to Earth” and “Master Cat” have many similarities and differences and are both trickster tales.

“I don’t see anything,” she proclaimed. Extremely worried, I had her come down. I kept thinking that we were never going to get out of here, my dad was going to be so mad and scared I went into the woods, If I listened to him, this would never have happened. I must have been showing my emotions because Sam kept trying to reassure me that it was going to be okay. I started think of how I was going to get out of the predicament. I kept pacing around leaving marks from where my feet

My teacher, Mrs. Williamson got everyone 's attention and started to introduce herself to the class. She told us her name, what she liked to do in her free time, and then about her family. She then told us that it was our time to introduce ourselves to the rest of the class. I had no idea what I was going to say about me. Should I say my name and what I like to do? Should I just say my name? I don 't know. Everyone was just saying their first name and what they liked to do in their free time, and my time to introduce myself was coming up. There were two people more before I went, and I felt as if they went so fast that they didn 't even say anything because before I knew it, it was my turn to introduce myself. Everyone 's heads all turned

One day I was outside shooting hoops and a moth showed up out of nowhere. The moth flew right by me and landed. One second later, the moth stung me. I sprinted inside and locked myself in my bedroom. Then I started freaking out because I got stung by that moth. A few minutes later, I calmed down and said, “Nothing was going to happen.” I laid down on my bed because I didn’t feel well. The reason why I think I wasn’t feeling well was because that moth stung me. I fell asleep and when I woke up it was morning. I believe the reason why I felt different was because the moth stung me the day before. I stood up and walked over to the mirror in my room. I couldn’t believe what I saw in my mirror. My transformation had begun.

My time here at Lake Hamilton School District has been great. It has taught me many things - some good things and some bad things. But when I think of the 13 years I’ve spent here, I honestly couldn 't imagine it being spent at any other school. Regardless of how much I may hate it at times it has been m second home. Lake Hamilton School District has been an amazing place to grow up overall, but sometimes it wasn 't so much fun. I would say 3rd grade was my worst year at Lake Hamilton. I had Mrs. Crabtree and let me tell you her name fit her well. I was never a great speller, but when I made bad grades on my spelling test she assumed I had a learning disorder and thought I could be fixed with a pill. The teachers and staff at this school are nice for the most part, but the office staff and counselors at the high school are the worst. Anytime time I go to the office I get an attitude and feel I am interrupting the secretaries. I have never been able to go in to talk to

Bursting through the surface of refreshing ice cold water, you feel as if you came back to life, but hear you are staring straight ahead at mother natures home, but you have to be careful because like every home there will always be one insect or little creatures lurking around this beautiful natural made home. As you 'll recover from stumbling over rocks. You pick yourself back up, and continue the journey. Kloofing is an amazing experience it may be tough but, you will get through it. This experience was truly a memorable one and one that I won 't ever forget especially since it something that I can 't undo..... Sadly.

It was a cold and chilly night, the wind surfed into the layers of my toga. Shivers climbed up my spine and that was when I knew. I did not know what, but something felt strange, as if something big was stirring. I thought about telling mater, but she was just too busy to listen to me, my pater; never, he just sits at his desk sorting through papers, and if not that stuffing his face in fast food and complaining about work, my soror, out of the question, and my frater; he would tease me so much. He would call it my “disease” that makes me “know” when something big is going to happen or a big change. This time though, I felt different. I was sitting on the ledge of the water fountain, just outside my villa, listening to every sound intently. You could say I was meditating, but I had my eyes open and I was listening. I could hear my frater playing with his gladiators, and my sister making remarks about the collection of togas she was trying on. Feeling that nobody in your house can help you with a problem is not something you look up to, because it just makes sense that every person can talk to another person when they have a worry on their mind.