Personal Narrative: Stoller Middle School

My teacher asked me my schedule, the papers I got in homeroom and she explained everything for me her voice comforted me. It was all my fault I didn’t bother to look at the papers and my schedule. I learned that it’s always worthy to follow directions. She told me to go to my second period. I got up and started walking to the door everyone’s eyes were on me with nervousness on one hand and fear on the other, I reached for the door knob.

In school, John doesn 't care about of his grades and usually does not do his homework. He does pranks such as setting off pocket-sized bombs in the bathroom to gain attention to himself. He could care less about what he is learning at school. The first few sentences of the book are, “I used to really hate school when I first started at Franklin High. I hated it so much the first year they called me the Bathroom Bomber.

Laura was not school the next day and i need this video taken down. All she is doing is destroying my life and i can 't take it. Im going to hide in this janitor closet forget life. Been here for about 2 periods now and Thank the lord no one has came in here and found me skipping class but if i told them why i was in here they would understand hopefully….but being in this closet gives me a migrane due to all the cleaning supplies stocked up the walls and all the brooms and mops everywhere.

Students will also use lockers to their advantage. Students will use going to their lockers as an excuss to get out of class and just walk around the hall letting their teacher just think they are at their locker. My first reason on why Middle schools should not have all purpose lockers is because of fights. It was my 6th grade year in middle school, I had just got out of class to go get a few books from my locker.

My eyes sprang open like a mouse trap as the obnoxious noise of my alarm clock went off at five a.m. Usually I would just sit there in my pitch black room wanting to go back to sleep,but today I was ready for the game in twelve hours. I was thinking about it all throughout school,and talking to it about with my friend Kyle. He had zero confidence in us which made me kinda disappointed after all that training we did. Later when I arrived at the destination I went straight to the locker room in the back of the school.

The reason for the bullying was mostly due to my last name resembling the name of a fish called a Tilapia. Yet the one that teased me the most was this African American kid in my class; every time he saw me, he called me Tilapia, and the bullying had gotten to the point where I always got beat up by him and his crew. I didn’t really care about the bullying, because I was a relaxed kid in the third grade; plus the teachers in that school were really useless about this problem, because their solution was man up or be stronger than him. Anyway, the bullying escalated for many months; till one day during break, I pushed him, telling him to stop teasing. Of course, he retaliated and pushed me back, and knocked me into the teacher’s table, and just as he was about to punch me in the face, I took the stapler that was on top of the teacher’s table and hit him in the head.

The ghost sometimes is in the boys locker room and will throw all the uniforms around without even going into the lockers because none of the boys put their stuff in the lockers. The ghost makes the lights flicker, and will lock all the lockers and put their stuff in the lockers so they have to actually put their combo in so they actually learn to keep stuff in the lockers. We will never know if this is the same ghost. But reporters say it is not. We will never know.

Let us say his name was John Smith, and he lived in a generic house, in a generic city, and went to a generic school. Little John goes into class and sees that all of his friends have devised a plan to prank the teacher. John knows that they shouldn’t, but he goes along with it. They place the pale of glue on the door frame and wait for the teacher to come back from her talk with the principle. Then it happens.

I failed because I didn 't take notes and did the math in my head not showing work on tests, and I didn 't do homework (correct answers on math tests were only worth only about ½ a point on tests). Because homework, notes, and showing work were weighted so much just in math, I repeated pre algebra until 10th grade. Always got correct answers on tests. I demonstrated that I could get the right answer without aid (calculaters weren 't allowed until I got into algebra). I demonstrated that I would do the math.

S is for School I was really nervous on the first day of school. I was afraid that I was going to do something stupid that was going to embarrass me. I remember that I was walking into school. I had lot of trouble getting my locker open.

It was a Friday night. We were thrilled to be out of school, it had been a long week. I was on a short leash with my teachers since me and my pals Barry and John brought stink bombs to school and stunk up the whole cafeteria. At least twenty kids had to go home sick. Needless to say, it was the prank of the year.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, bee- “Ugh,” I groaned. It was Wednesday morning and I had a big math final today. I got up out of bed and went to go open my white curtains, that hung low to my floor. The sun welcomed my face with a warm, bright embrace.

My experience at Capp middle school is different every week and each week is a learning experience and an opportunity to grow in profession as a nurse. One particular issue that I have seen and I would like to find out more is how diabetic students check their blood sugar and how they inject themselves. As a nursing student, I have always been taught that I have to clean the site of injection as well as the site where I get the specimen. We clean these areas in order to avoid contamination of the specimen and prevent any kind of infection. However, the four times that I have been at Capp, I have not seen any the diabetic students wash their hand before testing their blood sugar neither do they use an alcohol swab to clean the finger

I threw my books on the bed, and approached the jacket slowly, as if it were the celebrity I was dying to meet. I picked up the jacket, and blushed in excitement. As I examined inside and out, the the leather vinyl, the warmth in the future years, and especially the ten black buttons shining like perfectly polished shoes. I heard my mom call and tell me that my jacket was in the closet, but I prayed that it wasn't in there. Thankfully there was no other jacket in there, so I slipped off my old jacket put the new one on, and was already searching for my comb to see how I looked.

The four long year I had a lot of ups and down during this years. There were always amazing teachers. That were very helpful. There was so much to do in the middle school. Couple of my most memorable and amazing time at the middle school are when I made my best friends, made the softball team and want to gateway.