Personal Narrative: The Lasting Memory Of My Prep

Four years of my life drained away at this place called Troy High School. After this year I will be walking away from Troy, worn and torn from the hours of anticipation for grades to be posted, the next weekend to arrive, the answer to whether that special someone will say yes to the next dance, or the unbearable wait for that painstaking bell to ring. Troy is a place of education, a very good one at that, with its Blue Ribbon Award and national recognition, you’d think I would be walking away with knowledge that will serve me well for decades to come, but no. I could have learned the same things I learned at Troy anywhere, it is the insight I picked up that will take me far. “What insight?” you ask. Its priceless wisdom really, it’s a

I was never the type of kid to standout in school especially not in the hallway. I was never too tall, never too short, not too scrawny, but the one thing I like to do is make people laugh. Yet even though that was very fun and all I still leave my legacy behind, which as weird, as this sounds, I was the one kid teachers never took seriously, but for the most part I never got that bad of a grade, in middle school(except when it came to 7th grade language arts class).

I was in 7th grade and didn't know everything was about to change. My mother wanted to get a job and this meant she wouldn't be able to be my teacher anymore. My parents decided, after three years of homeschooling to send me to public school. This was so it would be easier for my mother to get a job and not have to deal with being our teacher as well, because that would be too stressful. I didn't know very many people and wasn't used to being with large amounts of people for long periods of time. Eventually, I got settled in and started to make friends.

While growing up I only moved once from a quiet and tranquil apartment to a home near a train and friendly neighbors. The move wasn't that drastic due to me being young but I had to start school. School was very startling at first but as the days went on I became a bit more open. My family was a big help in that too because they talked to me about being myself and I shouldn't be shy when around strangers.

Reflecting back to 8th grade I think is kinda crucial I learned how to stand up for myself. Kinda learned to love myself still working on it though. I had done a lot of things this year good and bad but I’m just finding who I am. I have gotten in three in school suspensions I had half a day of suspension this year. But it had helped me get caught up in my classes that is one thing that I really needed to do which was a good idea to walk out because my grades went up so much.

I am a first grade Dual Language Spanish teacher in an urban district in the state of Connecticut. I teach Language Arts, Math, Science and Social studies in Spanish to my 23 homeroom students, 10 boys and 13 girls, and teach Spanish as a second language to 24 students that are in my Dual Language English partner’s classroom. In my homeroom more than half of the students are English Language Learners, and for many of them this is their first year in an American school. I also have 5 students with special needs. In my Spanish as a second language class I have English Language Learners, but there are no students with special needs.

As my freshman year at college of the desert comes to an end I am very proud of the strides I have made not only in my educational life but also in my personal growth. Taking my first steps into the unknown was very nerve racking but I couldn’t wait to start this journey, especially since I would like to go so far in my education. I over prepared and tried to go above and beyond what was expected in class, which helped in some of my classes but shot me down in others. This valuable lesson taught me that I

In middle school we all used to hang out at the Cambridge city park in the summertime, we would ride around on our bikes and be hooligans. We were always fairly well behaved we would just ride around maybe play catch or watch the baseball games. After the 4th of july we all had fireworks and would mess around blowing stuff up, and just being annoying to everyone around us. Sometimes we would get roman candles and bottle rockets and shoot them at each other which was always fun. Well one day at the park we were using the restroom and i hear a lighter spark up and a fuse start burning, my buddy had thrown a m100 into the toilet. After it had went off there was water everywhere and the toilet was busted in half it was pretty cool to watch but

This narrative is about my years of middle school. I look back on my kindergarten days and wonder why I didn't care if I had many friends, why I didn't care what everyone thought of me. in my first school years of elementary school, I remember instead of playing on the grass the teachers only let us children under 3rd-grade play on the concrete blacktop whereas everyone else gets to play on the grass field. if I get hit in the stomach nowadays and land on this asphalt paved concrete I try to play it off like nothing ever happened, when inside I’m screaming. I try my hardest not to let out even the faintest of grunts because of what other people will think, while my mind is fighting against me to just let it out, of course this is unlike me when I was younger, because at that age either I was too busy focusing on anything and I would just bounce back up or because I didn't care what people thought of me and I let everything out without hesitation.

My elementary and middle school years were excellent. I got good grades, on time to class everyday, never talked back to the teachers. I was the perfect student.

Dusten, Amie, and I all came home from middle school after a pretty rough day. Well, it was a rough day for me. I opened the garage door so we could enter the house because we never used the front door. When I opened the door, though, I was not expecting to see what I did. In a kennel that looked like it could fit a full grown dog, there was a little puppy. An english bulldog to be exact. When he saw us, he started barking at us. So I walked up to the cage and started to pet him through it. This calmed him down and he soon stopped barking.

I’ve been to so many different elementary and middle school throughout mylife because my family would move every year. I didn’t know why we moved so much, but I really enjoyed going to those different schools. There were so many people I had became friends with and till this day I'm still friends with them.

I have danced in a studio for a long time now and if I look back I can see how far I have come since I started. I used to go to school and come home. That was it. I did not have many friends or do any extra activities after school. I was shy and awkward, with no real understanding how to really be around other people.

8th Grade is a major turning point for students. You finally get to graduate from Middle School, and move on to High School. Along the way, you get to meet friends and learn wonderful things about history and science. However, in New Hampton, there happens to be a major field trip that really ends the year with a bang. This was the moment I was most looking forward to in my 8th Grade year, and there is no way I could leave it out. In this entry, I am going to talk about my trip to Washington D.C.

The compass is a tool that was used back then to guide people and get them to where they needed to be. This tool was very important because if people had no direction in life they would be lost and without purpose. My four locations in life are friends, my grammar school, to be a better person, and temptations. First, my friends are my north. They always help me to do the right thing and guide me along my journey. They always have my back and are my role models. My friends always make me feel happy, and I do not know how I would navigate myself without them. Second, west is my grammar school, it has helped me grow in knowledge and maturity. My grammar school is my past and has made so many changes in my life. My grammar school strengthened