My School Days Essay

My first day at school was really difficult day and it was really hard. I attnded a school called, 14th Of July. I didn 't know anybody there. I was a first grader. My school was filled with boys and only about four girls. Their moms are teachers that teach at school so all their daughters and sons attended that school. Me and my sister used to attend that school because my mom used to be a teacher. My sister was a fourth grade student and I was a first grade student. My mom used to teach 4th…

It happened! I felt a jolt of energy surge through my body and for a split second I lost my breath as I sat in my tenth grade class, I knew it had happened! I knew he had left this earth. Looking back, I believe it was a part of me leaving this earth also. (Transition) It was Christmas Eve and the snow was falling outside, I peered through the window as each unique pearly white snowflake hit the blank ground in the yard. Our house smelled like fresh chocolate chip cookies, and the fireplace was…

over at York Country Day School. The lessons I observed were based off of the new FOSS Module that my teacher was piloting. It was a unique learning experience because it was her first time teaching the material. I felt that we were able to learn and grow from one another as we reflected on components of the lessons. The activities were hands-on and put students in charge of their own learning which is the heart of Inquiry-Based Science. The first lesson I observed during my placement was…

and I was heading back to Lithonia High School. Although I was not happy about everything that occurred during the weekend, I was happy to go back to school and hook back up with my friends. Therefore, on Monday morning when my alarm went off I got up and searched eagerly through the limited clothes in my part of the tube and found something cute to wear for my first day. Then I put my hair in a ponytail and got in the car with my brother to head to school. As we zoomed down the road trying not…

Each days the same, I wake up to my alarm clock going off reading 5:30 a.m. marking the end of and get out of bed. ‘Great, only an hour of sleep’, I think to myself while rolling my eyes and blowing out in exasperation. I continue with my morning routine. Which consists of me showering, then getting dressed and doing my hair and make-up. I feel like a fraud. ‘That’s because you are. But it’s okay. Soon enough you won’t be one anymore.’ It takes me 25 minutes to get to Cedarwood High. Once I…

excitement or nerves I do not know. The cafeteria’s floor was cold beneath my feet and the wind was whistling outside the glass doors. A woman in a white outfit, that looked like pajamas, with a black belt around her waist came over to me and showed me what we were doing. After that first day, I begged my mum to let me join the martial arts school. The next day, I went back. I pulled the white bag over my head and laughed as my teacher had to roll the sleeves up so it looked more like a…

I was 12 years old when my whole life was ripped from me. It was December 26th, 2009; my family and I were living in Florida. At the time my brothers were nine and three, and my sister was six. We were going on a two-week vacation to New York to visit family. That’s when I learned that nobody really likes to move. At least, I know I don’t. It all started at 5:00 am on December 26th, 2009; my mom, my two brothers, my sister, and I were getting ready to go to the airport to catch a flight to New…

will forever be remembered. My father left me behind. Most importantly, he left a family behind. He lost the role of father and gained the role of stranger. My mom was left with debt and a broken heart. Regardless of the smaller family and the double shifts, my mom found the strength to be a sole provider for three young girls. Never working less than two jobs at once, time with my mom became rare. She is unstoppable and a workaholic. Eventually, my relationship with my sisters started to…

Beep-Beep. My mom comes into my dark and chilly room. “What time is it?” I ask my mom in a raspy voice. “4:00 in the morning,” my mom answers. “Uhh, can I go back to sleep?” I moan to my mom. “Noooo,”she replies as she turns on the lights in my room. Practice begins at 4:00 P.M. this blistering Thursday afternoon. I can’t believe that we are going to be in the parade. Outside for practice, it feels like my U.V. rays. We run our usual two laps around the track of our school, New Augusta…

at Whitmore Lake Middle School, my heart my heart felt like I had just ran a marathon. As I walked in I took in my surroundings slowly, low ceilings, a small stage to the back if the room, two batting cages, and an oddly colored greenish carpet. The room smelled of dust and sweat, like every other normal indoor baseball and softball facility, I don't know why this one scared me.…