Personal Narrative: The Home School World Series

I was walking off of the field with my teammates after two blowouts. In Steamboat on the second day. All of us were so excited to get to the pool and have some fun! Me and my baseball teammate that I was staying with meet each other there. We hurried downstairs put on our swimsuits and before you can blink we were in the water. When everybody was in the pool and before you knew it we were playing 500 with the football. After we did that for a couple of hours we went to got to the hot tub and that's when everything went bad. We had our older teammates brother which was 16. We saw some other kids in the hot tub. Then we went in and then Kelin the 16 year old said,” What are you guys here for?”

When choosing to homeschool, the parent and child give up their rights to all the activities a public school has to offer. “This is an issue of choice,’ says Mott of New York State’s athletic association. “Parents make choices. And with these choices come consequences. If I decide to send my child to a private school or keep them home to teach, then I must accept the results of that action. I may have to pay tuition. My child probably won’t have the benefit of playing on the school team. Parents and children have to weigh these pros and cons, make their choice and live with it” (Laffe). The parents and students are aware of the consequences if they choose to homeschool. “While proponents of homeschoolers participation on interscholastic sports teams argue that home-school families pay taxes that fund the public schools just like parents of public school students, opponents believe that participation in interscholastic athletics is a privilege, not a right, and that homeschool families have forfeited the right of free public education and, thus, the privilege of playing interscholastic sports” (Sieck). Playing sports is a part of going to high school and keeping your grades up. Homeschooled children are choosing not to be a part of the competitive public school setting and therefore should not be able to play sports with the students who did compete to get

I am going to tell you about how I felt when i started middle school. I went to school at Derby middle school. I was very scared and happy to go to school because I wanted to see my friends.I did not know how the rules went in the school.I was thinking that i wanted to not be shi.

For two years I begrudgingly walked into Fuller Middle School, sometimes staying home because I had a ‘headache,’ my home, as well as other places I was always resentful, pissed off, quick tempered, and just downright rude. I was a typical middle schooler going through family changes. I wore band tees and ripped skinny jeans to every event my mother would let me--including to school, I constantly violated dress coded until I found my way around authority and the policy, listened to heavy metal, colored my eyeliner on until I looked like a panda, and generally tried to make myself appear unapproachable. That’s when my mom began dating the man who I would eventually call my first lifeline.

Little Falls Community Schools have taught me so much knowledge in my thirteen years. I thought I knew a lot of information when I entered the high school, but I guess I was wrong. These past four years I have learned so much material from my teachers. Four years ago, I thought economics only dealt with money and that calculus would be really hard. Turns out, economics is not just about money but also about externalities and market structures; however, calculus is still hard. I have absorbed many different kinds of knowledge in my four years at Little Falls Community High School.

On 02/06/2018 at approximately 1916 pm Hrs. I Officer Mather the on call officer for the week was notified by the alarm service of a possible Criminal Mischief that occurred at Santa Rita Elementary. Reported by the head custodian of Santa Rita Elementary Oscar Reyes DOB: 06-30-1957. Upon arriving at Santa Rita I met with Oscar who led me to the back of the school on the east side and showed me double door that south of the school with the bottom window cracked.

That when you do something in the past that you weren’t good at, then you try it again. When, you try it again you would know what to do but better. So, when I took a break from baseball and didn’t play for months and I came back better than I ever was. So, taking a break was a good thing for me cause i cleared my head and had a different mindset. And, they made me be better at what I do, and maybe even better than people that I couldn’t beat in the past. I once, saw a docomatary about a player (Derek Jeter) that took a break from playing sports and was a good thing for the Yankees. They won the World Series when he came back to play for them. Then i started to think to myself that if they took a break and

As the crowd was cheering as the game went on I was on the edge of my seat. At the time my family was visiting California for the first time. We all had a blast and before we wanted to leave all of us wanted to go to a baseball game. As we were walking to the stadium all of the hard core fans were getting hyped for the game. All of them playing games in the parking lot.It felt like I was meant to be at the game. I was rooting for the angels at the time because the rest of the crowd was. My dad was taking pictures of the players throwing,catching,and making plays. I remember as the game was getting close to the end that I had to get cotton candy. Cotton candy was one

We had just started the last summer break before our first year of high school starts before Michael started interfering with our relationship. Bradley is a lover of baseball and has baseball games every weekend, but I, Kelsey had either basketball or volleyball practice or a game every day of the week day. Considering we were both busy at different times it made it hard for us to see each other. We tried to go to each other's games as much as possible, but one baseball game changed it all.

Once I released the baseball my heart dropped and I hoped for the best. It was one of the most stressful moments i’ve ever had in baseball. But first we should go back to when all this first started. It was a perfectly normal saturday we had a tournament like most weekend over the summer but not until I got to the field and and everyone was talking about the game did I over hear someone say this is the state tournament. This tournament ranked us in Illinois. We played the first two teams with ease we were up by five and they couldn’t seem to keep up, but the last game of the tournament was us versus the Plainfield Tornadoes. I remember that team very distinctly because of the circumstances I was in. I had pitched the first two games we played

Nothing beat the overwhelming emotion of stepping up on the pitcher’s mound and hearing the chant of my name, my heart clawing its way out of my chest. Before throwing the first warmup pitch, my mind raced through the entire season. How, as a team, we have made history winning all three major tournaments in the high school level. We had beaten many top competitors and lost plenty crushing defeats as well. My mind pondered, which situation will I be in today, glorious victory or destructive loss. This is the feeling I lived for during high school, it was my sole purpose. However, this was merely one minute of that fateful day in which I played prodigiously trying to win a baseball game.

Once a sunny day,in San Luis middle school a big and beige school with vintage carpet and white walls.I am in the principal's office because i had made a wrong action that affected me in some way but it also help me though.However i was there because i had too many absences in my first and fourth period.I had too many absences because i was a immature girl that didn’t heard what my parents and teachers use to say to me,and because the only thing that matter to me was having fun with my friends without measuring the consequences.

Choices. Regardless if the choice is good or bad, everybody makes them. There are times where the choices people make can alter their lives forever; this was one of those times. It was April 26, 2013, a normal friday for me attending West Middle School in my sixth grade year. At the time, I was the definition of an attention freak; I always wanted the spotlight on me. For a reason still not known to this day, I wanted people to feel bad for me. I thought that by gaining sympathy, I would be able to make friends and be the talk of the school. What I didn’t realize is that not all attention is good; some can be devastating. Unfortunately for me, I was not thinking about the effects of the choice that I was about to make. I couldn’t have possibly

I walked into my Barents room , I was so depressed because that day was my first day went to middle school in America. I spoke to my mother about what was going on that day.

The summer of 2016 was one baseball season that will never escape my mind. Unfortunately, breaking my elbow was the last straw- so I thought. The problem with last summer was I could not stay healthy or happy. That was until my coach came over and flipped my declaration. He pushed me to go back out and encouraged me to play the game of baseball which I admire! My dad was another inspiration for me to achieve my goals I could not stay cheerful and became depressed. It seemed everything became serious. I eventually became determined to get back onto the field. I was never a guy to hit the ball far, and I always joked about hitting my first home run, but that joke became a reality.