My life during third grade was like many other children. I would go to school Monday thru Friday and come home every day and complete my homework and then spend time with friends, watching TV, or playing in my room. Every Friday that I would come home from school and have my piano lesson and then relax. That was everyday routine, but one cold Friday afternoon changed my routine for the rest of my life. On a cold Friday in the middle of February, I returned home from school and expected to have 30 minutes to relax before my piano lesson. I was in my living room watching TV, when I heard the doorbell ring, and my mom told me, “Emily is here for your piano lesson.” I shuffled to the dining room to have my lesson. My lesson started with playing
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My family ate breakfast in the hotel, and then my mother drove me and my sister to school. Before school started, my mother talked to my third-grade teacher in the hallway, Mrs. Lavetter-Keidan, to explain what had happened and tell her that I lost all my school supplies. When my mother and teacher were finished with their conversation, my teacher came up to me and asked, “Would you like to share what happened with the class? Or would you rather keep it to yourself?” I thought about what would be the best for me, and I responded, “I would like to share with my classmates.” My teacher and I walked back into the classroom, and I sat in my seat and waited for the daily bell to ring. The bell rang and my teacher announced to the class, “Class, Bridget has something important that she would like to share.” After her announcement, I walked to the front of the room and started by saying, “First off, my house caught on fire last Friday.” I can barely remember what I said to my class, but my last words were, “We will have to stay in a hotel for some time and eventually move into a rental house.” When I was done speaking, I returned to my seat. My teacher then said, “As a class, I think it would be nice if we could all bring in something for her and her family. Does anyone have any ideas?” Many of my peers responded with items that they planned on giving to me. I ultimately ended up getting gift cards, school supplies, games, clothes, and
My family ate breakfast in the hotel, and then my mother drove me and my sister to school. Before school started, my mother talked to my third-grade teacher in the hallway, Mrs. Lavetter-Keidan, to explain what had happened and tell her that I lost all my school supplies. When my mother and teacher were finished with their conversation, my teacher came up to me and asked, “Would you like to share what happened with the class? Or would you rather keep it to yourself?” I thought about what would be the best for me, and I responded, “I would like to share with my classmates.” My teacher and I walked back into the classroom, and I sat in my seat and waited for the daily bell to ring. The bell rang and my teacher announced to the class, “Class, Bridget has something important that she would like to share.” After her announcement, I walked to the front of the room and started by saying, “First off, my house caught on fire last Friday.” I can barely remember what I said to my class, but my last words were, “We will have to stay in a hotel for some time and eventually move into a rental house.” When I was done speaking, I returned to my seat. My teacher then said, “As a class, I think it would be nice if we could all bring in something for her and her family. Does anyone have any ideas?” Many of my peers responded with items that they planned on giving to me. I ultimately ended up getting gift cards, school supplies, games, clothes, and