My Last Week Of School

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As an observer who often sees students getting in trouble for what they have done, I never would have thought that one day, the student would be me. I am unable to recall exactly what day of the year it was, but I remember what happened clearly. That day, everything seemed to go so well; I had a great day with my friends and the school day was coming to an end. Suddenly that evening, at 2:12 PM, my day began to get worse, as if I got jinxed. During passing period before my last class, I decided to go use the restroom and unsurprisingly, the girls restroom was packed. By the time I got to class, I remember clearly that I had arrived a second or two after the last bell had rung. That day, my teacher happened to be standing by the door during passing period and when I got to class she said, “I want you to write me a page on why you

When I was in the second grade we had a new student in our class named Yvonne. Yvonne had recently arrived from Haiti and knew very little English. Due to the fact that she didn’t understand English a whole lot, the other kids in my class thought it would be funny to call her names and bully her. One day we were at electives. Our class was divided into two, some going to Dance others going to Drama. The doors were across from each other so we could see what was happening. I was in Dance, as well as Yvonne. We were practicing our routine for Ciara’s “1, 2 step”. Yvonne was quick to pick up the dance and was amazing at it, which I think made the other kids in our class resent her. Our instructor dismissed us 5 minutes early to pack up our things. I quickly went to my corner and grabbed my backpack. When I looked up I saw a bunch of girls surrounding Yvonne. I remember hearing them calling her names like ‘ugly’ and ‘loser’. I noticed that no one moved to defend her. One of the girls actually pushed her to the ground and took her backpack dumping all her things on the floor; that’s when I acted. I pushed my way through the girls and placed myself in front of Yvonne. I grabbed her backpack out of the girl’s hand pushed her and called her a ‘mean witch for making fun of Yvonne’. I also told the other girls that if they messed with Yvonne, they would have to

In the second grade I was sitting down in my class. It was on a Tuesday evening when we were doing math independently. I took out of my backpack, found four pencils and placed them on my desk. Then I started working on my assignment. A boy name William went up to my desk and said “Brandie, those are my pencils so give them to me”. Brandie said “No, these aren't your pencils I bought them from home “Then William punched me in the face for not giving him the pencils. I was mad and cried because I wanted hit him back but my parent would have been mad at me if I reacted the same, so I told the teacher what happened.

While I was waiting sitting in a room full of colorful posters about behavior with lots of paper shelf's,the principal was thinking what was she going to do with me and trying to contact my parents to tell them about

The importance of spring break is for students have a break of school,and when they enter school they could begin with their finals. In my spring break i liked bounding with my family and, visit the place we traveled.

It was a sunny and hot day outside and we were getting ready to go out for recess. I was sitting at my desk waiting for my teacher to tell us to line up. As she told us it was time we all ran to be first in line for going outside. When we got outside I wanted to play football and so did a few other kids. We had 7 people and we needed one more person to make it fair. There was only one other kid that could play and his name was Jack. Jack was a new kid who didn’t really have friends and wasn’t very coordinated, so when we asked him, he was hesitant on his answer but said yes. We had to teach him a bit about how to play, but he new some of it. Jack was on my team and the other team kicked off first. When we tried to return it, Jack just stood

One day when I was in fifth grade it was 12 vs 12 the last soccer game in school before it snows Yorke P pass me the bass down the field of course I made the goal. So the next time we got the ball back Yorke was looking for someone open I was the only one open so he goes to kick the ball to me and Tyler R tipped me and then Tyler F kicked me right in the nose. I wasn't very happy about that. I went off on Tyler F I was cussing him out while a teacher was coming over. She took me too the office too go too the nurse I was done with recess for like a day.

So we packed are things into our backpack and proceed to go the library even though I was still mad about the fact that I got in trouble, but, spending the rest of the school day there makes a difference. After we arrived there she told us to pick out a book of our choosing and do a poster about the most favorite moment that we thought was the best. So we all went to pick out the book that we wanted and the story that I picked was called Goosebumps: Night of the living dummies by R.l Stein. To me this book had a lot of memorable moments so I choose the introduction of the dummy to be the poster. Everything went great until I decided to go find a new marker because the ink was starting to fade and went to go get it from the basket. I got there I started to find the marker I needed, I grabbed a pair of scissors to move them away from the marker I needed, when it happened. Someone's poster got stabbed and had a hole in it. That person started to blame me because I had scissors in my hand and the teacher came around and ask about what happen. As soon as she heard what happened, she was convinced that I did and gave me another week's worth of picking up trash. I got so angry I started to scream back at the teacher saying that none this was my fault and didn't do anything to the point that threw scissors at a computer monitor breaking it on impact.

In my junior year of high school (2014-2015), three months before summer vacation. On a typical windy day in Las Vegas was passing by. Periods one, two and three had passed. The bell was about to ring for students to be in their fourth period. Two minutes pass and the bell rings. In room of two hundred in Durango High School, the students were talking. Mr. L, the teacher in charge, was in the teachers room to make copies for the assignment of that day's lecture. It didn't take more than five minutes before he returned and yelled “get into your seats!” Each student ran to get to their seats to begin class. He started class my informing the students that hospitals wanted a few volunteers. That if we were interested, to grab a copy of the requirements needed and to go online to print the application. Around this time, is when I did not know what to do with my life. Which I ended zoning out and found that he had started lecture moments later. When the bell rings,

It was 2007 kindergarten year, My mother and I decided the day before school started we would go get some back to school clothes and I picked out these super nice 30 dollar grey pants pretty expensive for school clothes when you're only four years old the next day I decided to wear those super nice grey pants. I came too scool rocking those jean like ants and school was awesome we were finding out how to get to the library and them gym and getting cubbies and then I suddenly had to go to the bathroom it was bad I had to go bad and I asked my teacher but we were in the middle of getting cubbies and she said no so I waited and i asked again and she said know I kept on asking and asking until about an hour later a couple of hours later she finally

When I was in kindergarten, I went to this stereotypical private Catholic school called All Saints, with uniforms and the scary principal and everything. So, at recess one day during the winter, my friend Michele threw a snowball at me from on top of the playset, so feeling the need for revenge, I started to make one to throw back at her. Suddenly the playground supervisor was right next to me, and she brought both Michele and I into the principal’s office. The principal’s name was Mrs. Brown, and she was a large, intimidating, person with poofy white hair. We had to see her

The volcano had finally reached its boiling point and it was ready to erupt. While our teacher was lecturing us I was stuck in an annoying confrontation with two other students in the class. I was afraid of being yelled at; I didn’t want to be blamed for anything. I tried to tell the other students to stop talking, but it just wasn’t working. “Alex! Stop interrupting the class.” At this point I knew I was done. My day was going to get worse. Out of the other two students, why did it have been me? She forced me to stand in front of my class and attempt to teach the lesson. The walk of shame, head down knowing that this was the worst possible scenario. I stood in front of everyone glaring at me, making it seem like I was the problem. I couldn't teach, I was speechless, all of the thoughts going through my head had vanished. With a blank face I was constantly being interrogated by my teacher. “Have you learned your lesson?” Why me? I don't deserve this, I thought. I tried holding back the tears in my eyes but it was too late. Tear drops that rushed like a waterfall rolled down my face. I ran back to my desk and faced my head straight down. At this point class was coming to an end and my teacher decides to assign a two paragraph paper about ideal behavior inside a classroom. For something I had no control over we all were punished with a

This year, is my last year of highschool. For a very long time I have dreamed of being a senior and finally graduating from high school. I remember when I was a child, I wanted nothing more than to be a big, scary Senior. Now that I am this Senior and the end of the line has come, I am not sure how to feel. I expected to feel ecstatic and amazed as to how far I’ve come. I expected to feel empowered and more of an adult with a plan. Truth is, I don’t feel that way. I have, thankfully, a plan for my future, but I don’t feel like being a senior is as big as a deal as I had made it out to be when I was young. As I grew older, I realized that while getting older is fun, the responsibilities that come with it, are not all fun and games. As a senior, I realized that the real journey will begin once I step onto the college campus. Elementary, middle, and high school, are more like stepping stones for what you will become once the parental controls are turned off. That is why it is important, and what I realized a bit too late, to utilize the time you have now.

The day right from the start seemed like a good day so I went about smiling and walked blissfully to my normal seat next to my friends. We prepared for the coming classes that day. The deafening bell sounded and we were on our way to start the actual day. My classmates and I walked joyfully through the hallways, joking and laughing before reaching our first period destination. I made my way to the front of the classroom and sat down. The air was crisp so I took out my jacket and put it on. Our teacher walked in a few minutes late and started to take attendance. The whole classroom focused on him. After he finished taking attendance, he slowly reached down into a drawer and pulled out a stack of papers. I stared in disbelief. The stack of papers he pulled out was actually a pop-test. I took the pop-test trying to recall everything that we had learned over the course of two weeks. I focused on the test for most of the class period and finally turned it in. The morning weather seemed to just be a ruse. This was not a blissful or good day; it took a turn for the worst. I sat there in the chilling room trying to think of something else to keep