Personal Narrative: I Walk Back To Mrs. Price

Simon knew how much it meant to me to find my father. I thought it was Mr. Baker, but then soon found out it wasn’t and sorry on my behalf for the damage. I was on the retreat, Simon snuck into Reverend’s office to get his baseball cards back and yet found the missing baseball that hit my mother. He told Ben and they drove to where we were having the retreat and he told me. I became so angry, but I’m past that now.

Emma Lou did her best to change the subject, eventually forcing Mrs. Blake to give up her inquiries about college. She then began to talk about employment, revealing an almost brutal truth to Emma Lou: business men had certain ideas of what the women they hired should be, and they would not hire anybody else. She suggested that Emma Lou go to Teacher’s College and get a job in the public school system. Emma Lou left the lunch unsure of what to do. She did not want to return home to her smelly building, but much of the day remained. She walked along Seventh Avenue, one of her favorite places to walk, and began to think of John. She paused outside a window, using her reflection to try to rid herself of the shine on her nose. When a few young men walked by, they were talking about her. Before walking away, laughing, one man said, "There’s a girl for you ‘Fats.’" Fats replied "Man, you know I don’t haul no coal."[1]

She slowly walks to the window and looks at it, she starts to sob as hard as the rain is pounding on the roof. The teacher comes down the hall.

As high school freshmen, most kids do not get very excited about walking into their College Preparatory Biology class, but I sure did! Everyday I looked forward to Mrs. Wilson's 3rd period biology lesson because she never disappointed. Mrs. Wilson was a special kind of teacher, she was the type to turn boring lectures into a captivating learning tale and had the gift of making tests enjoyable with her creative illustrations. Yes, you read that right, I enjoyed her tests. One day, Mrs. Wilson presented us with a demanding project; “Okay class, I am challenging you to create the BEST “Bunnimoose.” she announced. As we sat there with puzzled faces, she went further into explanation.

As part of the greater push at that grade level to introduce kids to a greater depth of books, Mrs. Oak created a game that would award points based on the number and length of books that you read, with a prize being given to the winner at the end of every month (usually candy). Now being the clever nine year old brat that I was, I decided to game the system by quickly flipping through a great number of small children’s books every day. While this did put me ahead on points, I was completely avoiding the entire point of the game. So to Mrs. Oak’s great credit, she decided to limit the number of books I could check out of the school’s library to three per week. With my lead in the literary scoreboard slipping away, I checked out a book that

When I was in my sophomore year of high school, I had a music teacher named Ms. Valentine who taught vocal and piano classes. Ms. Valentine was known as the “mean dad” of the vocal department, because she oddly reminded everyone of a dad instead of a mother, I know it’s weird. She never took the phrase I can’t from a student, and she would never put up with anyone’s bullshit. She believed there was no such thing as “I can’t”. I had the pleasure of having Ms. Valentine as my choir director, sadly. Ms. Valentine was known for assigning students to critique boring plays and concerts.

The person I have chosen to do my essay on is Mrs. Gardner. Mrs. Gardner is my advisory teacher. When I first started school here at Potosi High School, I had a very difficult time adjusting to this new place. I had come fresh out of a homeschooling program and before that, I attended a small private school. I was scared that I wouldn't do well in this school. I was especially nervous about grade checks. I've always been a good student and made good grades, but I was worried that the stress of switching schools would get to me and I'd struggle. Mrs. Gardner has been encouraging and empathetic to me since day one. She has reminded me not to worry so much and that as long as I'm doing my best, that's all that matters. She has taught me

We line up for lunch. Mrs. Price thinks thinks everything’s okay after I gave the sweater to Phyllis Lopez, which made me upset, so I yelled at Phyllis, “You ruined my birthday!” Phyllis ignored me, which made me furious, so I step on her foot. Then she did it back to me, and Mrs. Price sees that and we both get in trouble. Mrs. Price give us a warning, but I decided to calm down instead of breaking down again.

I wanted to sort of touch base with you about my absence as I am doing with all my teachers and basically wanted to offer an explanation so that I don't cause any more frustration, hopefully.

Would you ever follow your friend into a dark lonely underground crip not knowing he is a psychopathic murderer? Well Fortunato did. In Edgar Allen Poe’s “Cask of Amontillado” Fortunato is taken down into an underground crip by his friend Montresor, with the intention to get killed. Poe created suspense through the story to have the readers engaged and wanting to know more of Montresor's plan to get revenge on his friend. Edgar Allen Poe uses a variety of literary devices to create a disturbing mood for the readers through the story.

Since the day he slapped her, he began to be more violent and abusive. She set him as her only priority. She quit the cheerleading team and was becoming secluded from the world. All she could think about was making sure she met his needs. School became a blur, she constantly wore long sleeves to cover up the scars he made, never engaged in anything, and always kept quite. She rarely talked to her parents because she knew they were consumed with finding Cass. Rina would always ask what's wrong her and Caitlin always said she was fine, even though she knew it was biggest lie she told. Through all of this, she continued to talk to Corrina, who was the only person that seemed to care about her. Soon, they grew closer and began a bond that would

After he patted out the fire on his hair, he said, he got down on the ground and groped in the dark. “I thought I found one of them once,” he said, “but it was a doll.” He couldn’t bear the heat any longer. “I felt myself passing out,” he said. Finally, he stumbled down the corridor and out the front door, trying to catch his breath. He saw Diane Barbee and yelled for her to call the Fire Department. After she left, he insisted, he tried without success to get back

Stephanie got up in her ladybug costume. As she opened the white picket fence it squeaked but she didn’t care. Once inside the yard she followed the sidewalk path and made sure that she didn’t go into the tall thick grass for which she didn’t know what was in it. George slowly up from behind the fence and ran to where she was. As soon as the reached the big front steps of the old Victorian house George said, “Step, I don’t think this is a good idea. Hold my hand.”

The Puritan religion played a big role in the formation of early America, therefore significantly changing a lot of the authors who wrote throughout this time period, including Nathaniel Hawthorne. One of Hawthorne’s most known stories is “Young Goodman Brown” – a story wherein Hawthorne mixes faith and history to demonstrate humanity’s struggle with sin.

The most common reason for migration among almost all migrant youth ages 15-29 was financial need, the lack of local employment and the chance to find opportunities in their communities along with the poor wages paid. Migrant youth viewed the higher wages in the U.S. as a means to go to school, build a house, start a business, and support their parents and younger siblings. With these sense of the American dream the youth are willing to come as younger ages to learn and there is a surge of middle age people cong to America as well. They are coming with skills and abilities to work. I think they hear about