Personal Narrative: My First Day At Quinter High School

Events: Today was my first day at Tecumseh High School, it actually start off at Tecumseh Middle School ha. In my defense I typed in Tecumseh High School, and maps didn’t have it right, so I went all the way through town, pasted the real high school only to find out I wasn’t where I needed to be. Finally I made it to the High School and there wasn’t any real problems after that. It was easy to get in and find the office, I was escorted to the weight room where I found out that I was going to be in a strength and conditioning class, I had no idea it was strength and conditioning, I figured it was another physical education class. While in the class I wasn’t really introduced to the class for some reason I felt like that was odd but I was able to watch and figure out how class was ran and what was

This year, 2016 and 2017, was my first time at Early College High School. I was very worried and scared at the beginning of the year, but now, I am more comfortable at this school. From re-dos to essays, I have learned a lot this year from my English class. There are many things that I will forget, however, there are also memories and actions I will keep. Lastly, there is advice that I will provide for the upcoming sophomores.

My first day at Bennett High School was on February 4, 2015. I had previously communicated my intention to be at Bennett HS for my orientation that day to Mrs. Gina O’Kussick. At 8:30am, I got to the school and introduced myself to Mrs. O’Kussick with whom I then spent the next 10 minutes discussing and finalizing my weekly schedule. I decided to observe her next class in order to familiarize myself with the students and class atmosphere.

Trees whipped past Jim as he looked out of the window. Jim’s family was moving once again for his dad’s job. His family was moving to San Diego, California. Jim was fourteen turning fifteen in about a month. He was extremely skinny and weighed ninety pounds. Jim's parents were constantly wanting Jim to eat more to weigh more and hopefully in the long run grow more. Jim height is five feet four inches, he had short, straight brown hair. The aspect of Jim that distinguished him from most kids was his huge smile and a large mole on the back of his neck. Jim was extremely excited about the warm weather, beaches and new friends he would hopefully make. He was also a little bit sad about leaving his hacking buddy, Andrew in Bardwell, Kentucky.

Back when in the day when I went to Lincoln Intermediate schools my group of friends was nothing but trouble, they used to trash the bathrooms, sneak out of class, and even get into fights. In math class 5th grade with Mrs.Rozen we always had the ability at the end of class to go down to the commons and take a bathroom break and sit down there for a little bit. One time we had class like normal but we had a sub and no one was behaving, she let us go down to take our daily bathroom break in the commons and that is when everything fell apart. At that very moment in time I was sitting in the commons waiting and when I went into the bathroom it was a disaster there was soup everywhere on the walls, on the mirror and even in the stalls. Our sub soon found out and everyone in the bathroom at that time got in trouble.

I have been a Spring isd student since 2008. The schools I have attended are, Northgate Crossing Elementary, Twin Creaks Middle School, and now Spring High School. Over the course of these eight years I have learned and observed a variety of ways students upset teachers, specifically English teachers. If you are looking for ways to upset your English teacher, you have come to the right place.

It was the first day of school at Brooklyn High school and at some ungodly hour, my cold-blooded step brother,Alex,came pounding on my door, saying,”Gracie, wake up, it’s time for school and my room isn’t clean!!” It was so early, even the taxi drivers were sleeping.

I think I substitute taught for your great ESOL students on Friday, November 17, 2017, and that day was my first time at Northwestern High School. I apologize for not contacting you sooner, but I accidentally forgot to mention what I am writing now.

Throughout my day at Centennial Elementary School, I was able to observe and “get my feet wet” in two different special education classrooms. I found both of these experiences to be extremely beneficial as I learned about the specific special education programs offered, saw what a normal day looks like, and watched the students and teachers work through the material together.

“Have a good day and enjoy the experience,” Mrs. Rumpke said to her son Pete and I as she dropped us off at the front of the school by the statue of St. Francis Xavier.

On a Monday morning, I was awakened around six o'clock to get dressed. I put on my red button down shirt and my skinny navy blue uniform pants, put my hair into a ponytail and I was ready to go. I went into the kitchen to grab the box of Frosted Flakes and pour it and the milk into my bowl. I ate breakfast at home because school food is horrible and scanty. After I ate my breakfast, I rushed out the door to catch Big Yellow and was on my way to start my day. The bus pulled in front of the Tunica Middle School and everyone got off the bus and went to their first period. Before telling the rest of what happened on this day, I would like to point out a few problems I had. There were many problems that brought me to my decision at the end such as a young immature boy, his girlfriend, and his girl on the side.

I remember my first day at West Haven High School - I was terrified. I spent the night before reviewing how to get to my first period class. It did not help - as soon as I walked into the building I was overwhelmed. My older sister had already vanished with her friends and I had absolutely no idea where to go, but then I saw it. The back of blue shirt with the words PEER ADVOCATE written on it. I timidly walked over and asked for directions. Within an instant not only did I know where to go, but I was completely calm - if I had any questions I knew who to ask. It's the small things like that which draws me towards peer advocates.

Every day is a continuous routine. I wake up with my face planted on the bed. I contemplate about my life. What am I even doing with my life? I enjoy playing basketball,l but can’t seem to make the team. I practice every day for a few hours. Then, I sleep and restart.

My time in High School was made difficult from the constant strife and conflict between my parents. This made my home an unstable environment not fitted for learning or growing as an individual. As I got older and closer to graduating High-School, I began to find my own voice with the help of my mentor Rahn Fleming, which occurred at the end of my junior year. As a result, I came in control of my life and the constant feuding started to die down. No longer did I have to worry about the next scheduled court date, or the next time I would come home wondering what may await. I felt like I was always walking on broken glass for the longest of time throughout my life, until I began to voice myself and what I wanted. My parents came to realize this

Four years ago our class walked into Assumption High School not knowing that on earth awaited us. Some of us walked in excited and ready for a new adventure, others walked in timid not knowing what to expect, and some walked in terrified because they came from a different school and didn’t know anyone. Some of took one look at Assumption and thought it was massive for a school. As for me, I was terrified because I had heard of stories of the freshman getting pranked like taping them to a poll, or spray painting their car. Now four years later our class is walking out of Assumption thinking about how the halls seem much smaller than before, and how the teachers aren’t terrifying as we thought they were.