One-room school Essays

development of the railroad system, many different groups of people had the ability to travel to South Dakota more easily. Once settlers were able to reach South Dakota they began setting up towns with stores, churches, and schoolhouses. The book, One-Room Country School: South Dakota Stories, is a compilation of testimonies from the teachers and students who attended these schoolhouses spread across the state. The various teachers and students who shared their stories came from many different areas of

especially true for the generation of students who are currently at lower and upper secondary schools and who basically grew up surrounded by modern technological advances, including social media. Palfrey (2008, p. 5-9) calls this generation “digital natives” and claims that because these students grew up in a digital age they have different expectations of what knowledge and experience they should receive in schools since information is readily available for them on the internet. He also states that digital

Arizona, the town was about a two-hour drive from Phoenix. He would come down every weekend; sometimes he would stay for just the weekend and others the whole week. It was very rare that we would go visit just because any breaks that we had from school that were longer than two days, we would go to my grandmother house in Sonora, Mexico. It was the Monday of the 1st day of spring break; my mother told us to get ready because after breakfast we were going to be leaving with my dad to spend spring

two homes were 2,300 miles apart. One in North Carolina and one in Arizona. Geographically, they each were complete opposites. One surrounded by trees and forests. The other surrounded by desert and heat. One home on the east coast and one home was on the west coast. I always liked my home in Arizona a lot more. The only problem was I would only go to visit my home in Arizona once a year while the rest of the year I spent living in North Carolina. During the school year I lived with my father and the

morning light gently streamed through the window as I got up to put on my clothes. I looked at the ground of my room to find a pair of jeans and an old T-shirt, and begrudgingly put them on as I tried to wake up, and then I looked for my glasses and wallet. After that I managed to get upstairs, and then I got into my car, and went off to work. As I came into the front room of Culligan I saw that the two office workers were abnormally nervous. Their desks which usually have a

to the right of the doorway allows me to see whether or not John and Margaret are inside. The carpet that lines the room, essentially the size of a walk-in closet, has a salt-and-pepper speckled pattern, with tufts of blue and green weaved into it too. The coaches’ desks are set up close to the middle, cutting the rectangular room down into thinner, longer sections. Entering the room, a bookshelf to the left is decorated with plenteous pieces of old expedition gear. The bookshelf is a miniature museum

20. Ballardvale Crossing Andover Spanning a total of 68 townhouses, Ballardvale Crossing is located within Andover, Massachusetts. This is one of the area 's newest buildings since it was constructed in just 2004. Offered in a townhouses layout, these units have a thoroughly modern appearance. Within the units, residents will find an open concept living room with a dining area. Designed to be exceptionally spacious, these units range from 1,503 to 2,450 square feet. Placed only a few minutes away

at the office (5:20 – 5:35). During their community events—such as Film Row’s past collaborative series, “Premiere on Film Row”—the shops and other buildings on the row tended to keep their doors open and, in a sense, blurred their boundaries with one another. The food trucks on the street, the open doors, and the lack of any barrier between the building and the sidewalk created a kind of community atmosphere. This was particularly applicable to Dunlap Codding’s patio, which can be opened to the

the great outdoors. My love for the outdoors carried me to apply for a seasonal job in Yellowstone National Park over the summer after I completed high school in the year 2000. Little did I know that having a seasonal job in housekeeping would teach me some of the most valuable lessons in life. I had no idea that my time would be cut short, due to one of the most devastating losses that I could experience. Seventeen years later, my family upbringing, strong work ethic, love for the outdoors, and love

your extra nude leotard and tights?” “Yes, Mom. And I made sure to pack my new pink lipstick!” Dress rehearsal for the Nutcracker was held at the Kirkland Performing Arts Center in Kirkland, Washington. The theater has the small and cramped dressing room, but it’s the place we call home for the first weekend of shows in December. “Dress,” as we call it, is the first full performance and the day where we try out our costumes for the first time. It is a day of excitement. For this year’s Nutcracker

Walking out of the locker room laughing we run into Madison and I nearly knock her over. “Whoa slow down champ,” she eyes me skeptically and turns to Frankie, “hey,” she smiles. “Hey sweetie,” Frankie grins and pulls her off, “come on let's go I got a special night planned for us

The wood that makes up the frame of the door is soft and pieces have been carved away by years of rushing between rooms. The blue linoleum floor is cool to bear feet and the tiles are cracked with a golden yellow color as if it were imitating an alien granite. The right wall is hugged by a row of high cabinets and a block counter lower down and touching the floor. An old refrigerator murmurs in the corner and is faced by several huge bags of fruit, fresh from the town market and from the garden.

Summer has come to an end, the school year has just started and Professor Steven Currents, a staff member at the Danville University for the last 27 years, is preparing to teach his first lesson. Life in the town of Danville is just as expected in an average size town, many people know each other and have regular jobs. Danville University is the only college in the 3 surrounding counties, which makes it rather large, holding around 16,000 students. Although the town is average size, the University

outside of the house. Men were the only ones allowed a formal education as well. Men had a special room in the house just for themselves which no women can enter except for slaves and entertainers were let in. The room was used for relaxing male guests and loafing around. Next, for the women, they spent most of their lives in the house. They daily routine are knitted, prepared food, guided the slaves, stitched, and grew the children. Women also had their own room in the house that men could not enter

friends skip health class before and get away with it; so I figured it would be a piece of cake for me. We all walked over to the gym and waited in the hallway for the gym teacher to unlock the locker room doors. Once the gym teacher came out to unlock the doors my friends and I walked into the locker room with the rest of the gym classes. I went over to my locker and beginned changing into my gym shorts I kept in my bookbag. By the time I finished changing and putting all my stuff in

Agnes Carrier peered into the darkness at the small slice of light coming from her grandmother’s room. She could hear the occasional giggle, a snap here, a clunk there. Grandmother was retrieving her dolls. Ordinarily, the room across the hall was quiet, but for the last few weeks, Agnes’s grandmother was getting involved in her bedtime routine. Her father would pluck her from in front of the television, carry her up the stairs, tuck her in bed, while grandmother brought in her dolls, the actors

“YOU HAVEN’T WHAT?” They heard Bitty screech from the kitchen. As the short, yet properly terrifying, southern boy stomped into the living room, Jack shrugged, “I haven’t seen High School Musical. What’s the big deal?” Shitty almost literally flung himself down the stairs, “What’s the big deal?!” He shouted, “High School Musical is a vital movie that every child should experience!” Bitty, face stone cold, said, “Yes. And we are watching it right now.” Jack frowned, “Do I have to?” The two

n the front of the room Odysseus was standing, waiting for us. “The day is almost over so you are welcome to join new troops and explore other rooms but travel as a group.” he said. For the rest of the period the troops were changed and altered. I joined groups with Rachel and Jaden. We strolled down the hall with our newly formed group falling short behind us. On our way to the choir room, our 7th period class, we saw 6th grade pigs snorting their way through the door behind us. Not wanting to

The room is dark; the scent of lavender dances gracefully around the room. Eyes are closed and every ounce of stress has now escaped from the body. To the left, a diffuser sits on the wooden nightstand, emitting the calming properties into the air. Essential oils are oils extracted from botanical life and have been used for thousands of years to benefit millions of people, including a plethora of people today. They can be used for many purposes and are also used in many different medicinal and recreational

Elliot had just entered the hospital doors when the nurses escorted him quickly into his brother’s room. His brother, Franklin, was lying in bed and had tubes going in and out of him. The room had a distinguished smell of fresh paint. An eerie silence fell upon the room as the nurses backed out so they could talk to each other. “Hey Elliot,” Franklin awkwardly said, “how’s life at the mansion?” “It’d be better with company. How am I going to be able to save enough funds to pay off the bill? I can’t