My School Days Essay

The first day of junior year, the day that almost everyone always dreads. One of the most dreadful things I had to do was having to restart my sleeping cycle just so I could wake up in time to make it to school and having to wear an attire that is not suitable for early mornings. Ironing my bright white dressy shirt as well as my khaki pants just to fulfill my schools dress code requirements. When I received my schedule over the summer, my friends and I all tried to get the same classes and…

My Literacy History A cool morning, the lay of the land bursting with colors. Red and orange, leaves covering the ground, the sound of a crunchy leaf beneath my feet. Autumn my favorite time of the year, right before the bitter cold comes that makes you want to curl up in a blanket with a cup of coffee and read a book. That is what most people think about when they want to read a book, they want to have a Hallmark movie moment, but that is not what it’s like for me. Most people read because…

High school changes you — way more than anyone would ever expect. In the journey from just a meek little 14 year old to a big, strong 18 year old ,you learn so much. You will go through love and through loss. You will have many good days but also plenty of bad days. You’ll laugh harder than you ever have before but also cry so much, you don’t know how the tears are still coming. I wish someone would’ve been there to tell me how much I would experience during high school, but no one really knows…

since my second day at my school placement, one particular student (whom I will refer to as X) in Ms. I’s second period class has never failed to catch my attention. Each week, I never know what to expect from X: some days he is a model student, working diligently on the task on hand, but on others he acts out and refuses to comply with Ms. I’s requests. However, sometimes there aren’t even good or bad days, for X’s behavior can vary so drastically within a one-hour class period. On good…

“It’s 8AM, I am on my way to school. The first day after the Christmas break. The decorations are still up. The school looks so pretty. But I know I cannot get too happy. It will come again. Every day I pray I won’t be seen in the hallway. I sneak to my locker. But then, I hear him. All the joy and resemblances of security fly away. “Hey, the fatty boy’s back!” I got hit in the back of my head. Terry. Since the beginning of the school year, he has been mocking, intimidating, and beating me.. I…

My third day of school nursing called for many parent phone calls that Brenda let me do. I feel it’s important to be able to explain a situation to a parent on the phone, as I will be doing this in the health care field, explaining a situation to a doctor. One case in particular, I called a mother and left a message. I introduced myself, and told her to call as back and then gave her the number to the school. I ended my messaging by telling her to have a great day. When I got off the phone,…

home. Billings would love it. My god. It was so beautiful, so sleek, so smooth. Its body was a glimmering gold and I could feel the keys push down gracefully with a satisfying plop! It was the most majestic thing I had ever seen and… Oh crap. I dropped it. Down it came with a crash. I realized that I wasn’t wearing a neck-strap. As I picked my 2,000 dollar alto saxophone, I saw that it had a dent in the bell part of it. “Ooooooooh. Mom’s gonna kill you Jerome.” My little brother John said in…

It was a pleasant spring morning at Challenger School. A calm breeze blew, and the sun shone brightly upon the Earth. Students ran out of the classrooms at top speed as soon as the bell for recess had rung, but I sighed heavily as I walked towards the playground with a heavy heart, my mind deep in though, my body heaving. I was in shock at the recent turn of events, and I was so angry that I felt like leaving my school forever. My friends and I would, at this time, have been playing tag in the…

November 23, 2004, I was taken from my mother by the Division of Family and Children Services, also known as DFCS, which is a business that helps families and children in need. The day that I was taken from my mother and put into a foster was a day that I will never forget. It was a cool Fall day at Carrollton Elementary School. The sun was shining, the leaves of trees were changing into bright colors, and the world seemed to be at its happiest place. As my first grade class ran outside to…

needed to gather my things and come downstairs. When I got downstairs there stood my older brother, Tyrel, and my auntie. I asked what’s going on because I nor my brother never really got ann early dismissal because my mother wanted us to get the best education. Walking to the car they had told me that my mom is in the hospital. At the time, I was really worried because she love fine this morning and never had any health problems. When we got there, we were told she didn’t make it. My brother…