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The first day of school started no differently than any other day, aside from the added the stress of looking spot-light-perfect because, when being captain of the cheer squad she had to look as expected: flawless. Once at school, there was a different vibe in the air--almost tense, but also friendly--which placed Lany on edge. Whispers surrounded her in the hall, which made sense to her because she had big shoes to fill of being captain. But the faces which surrounded her were either snarling as if saying ‘really, why is she captain’ or saying ‘wow, she did that.’ Nothing out of the ordinary until Lany arrived in homeroom, Trigonometry, where the school's disciplinary officer was standing, waiting. Before even turning toward the door, the officer

To begin Laurie came home from the first day and was definitely frustrated. Charles came home and his” voice suddenly became raucous” (Jackson, 345). On the first day of school Laurie told his parents about a boy who received a spanking due to him not obeying the teacher. Charlie was extremely creative coming up with a whole new persona to tell his parents about.

Paul’s father made the choice of moving him and his family to Tangerine Florida, because he got a new job offer and wanted to take it. Paul was excited for his fresh start at a new school with a new name other than “Mars.” Moving to a new school was great for Paul at first, but then everything went downhill from the time he walked through the doors of Lake Windsor Middle School. Paul was told that his classes were outside in portable classrooms, while the sixth graders would be inside with regular classrooms to be in. At the end of the day, everything got worse. Paul faces another complication at Lake Windsor Middle School.

The five-minute warning bell goes off. I rush to my first class of my junior year, eager to see my classmates, who I was going to spend the rest of the 9 months with. I find myself stumbling into a classroom plastered with decorations of Denzel Washington with a Dr. Seuss book in his hand, a t and college flags galore. My AP English 11 class suddenly seemed so appealing to me. As a beautiful, curly haired short lady stood in front of me and said “Welcome to AP English 11,” I knew that I had found a treasure so much greater than just a pretty classroom. Little did I know, that short lady was going to inspire me throughout my challenge filled second-to-last year of high school.

Ivy was new to Virginia Heights Middle School and walking into the ancient Ms. Carmen's sixth grade room with a disgusted look on her face was what Ivy did at every new school. She was twelve years old and extremely peculiar. A creaky desk was filled next to a petite boy named Max and they started talking.

He is beginning to plan for his journey until he learns that there is a teacher for the school. He is dismayed when he learns who the new teacher is. The teacher is no other than his older sister, Tansy. Tansy can’t wait for the school year

Meet Melinda, She's is attending her first day of 9th grade at Merryweather High, And it did not go so well. All her old friends don't talk to her. Other students laugh at her. Rachel says she hates her. Melinda really wants to tell everything to Rachel, but she can’t speak. Melinda calls her English teacher Hairwoman, because she hides behind all her hair. Melinda's doesn’t like her Social Studies teacher, she calls him Mr. Neck. Lunch went pretty bad. She didn't have anybody to sit with because all her old friends are mad at her for what she did, then a guy hits Melinda with food and then she ran out of the lunchroom. Mr. Neck makes Melinda stop, and expects an answer but since she can't speak,she gets in trouble. After that, she had Art

Rebecca left home at around 6:45 a.m., on Monday morning. No one in her family noticed her leaving home without her school supplies because other things around the house garnered their attention. As the sibling of six sisters and three brothers, Rebecca’s family was often preoccupied. Rebecca should have been headed to Lawton Chiles Middle Academy but instead went to an abandoned industrial location where she climbed

The next day she went to the smelly school and the day went on like any other. First period which was Tech, second and third period which was Star, fourth period which was Science, fifth period which was Language Arts, sixth period which Lunch, seventh period which was Social Studies, and was eighth period, Math. Leah was getting ready to leave when her

Caroline Newby was a model pupil with an excellent attendance record, but was reduced to a psychological wreck by a gang of eight girls. She was so afraid to go to school that one year

Kat’s eyes blinked open and she winced as the light hit her eyes. Ouch. That’s bright. She sat up and looked around. She was in the white room Shannon had showed her to yesterday. A pair of jeans and a t-shirt lay on a chair near the bed. Kat swung her legs over the edge of the bed and dressed. When she was clothed, she opened a door near the end of the bed. It opened into a bathroom and Kat groaned when she saw her messy hair. She brushed her hair, wincing every time it caught. When all the black hair was in place, she wet the brush and brushed the red streak. For some reason it never wanted to cooperate. Only water could tame it.

It is seven o'clock on a Friday morning, Loraine wakes up to the smell of pancakes in the kitchen, the usual. She starts to get ready for school. She puts her long skirt and blouse on, brushes her hair, then teeth, grabs her bag, and trots down the stairs to the kitchen. She kisses her mother and father on the cheek and sits down to her plate of three pancakes, two slices of toast, and a glass of orange juice. As soon as she finishes she double, then triple, checks her book-bag to make sure she has all that she needs for her day. She walks outside and gets on the bus with her older brother, a senior this year, soon they are on the way to other five kids’ homes to pick them up too. When they arrive at the front doors the kids pile off and go separate ways towards different classes for the day as the bell rings. The

The Superintendent walked solemnly down the dimly lit hallway. The vast walls of lockers gave him an overwhelming sense of nostalgia, eating away at his soul like acid eating away metal. The psychologically effects transmitted to his outer body, causing him to halt to an abrupt stop. Standing like a deer in headlights, his mind was instantaneously flooded with brisk images of the once flourishing hallways. He stifled a faux smile, composed himself, and erratically walked into the main office, where he prepared to apologetically deliver the final afternoon announcement of the High School’s history. Alone¬¬––later in his office, another pang of dense, impenetrable darkness suffocated him and he let out a cry of resignation. He put his chapped

Lynda Barry's writing demonstrates to the reader that schools are more than just institutions that provide learning spaces. Ideally, every kid in a classroom should be living a happy life outside of school. But in reality, this is seldom the case, and some kids are living a rough time at home. Family values are fundamental to a kids' development, yet every day it seems families get disoriented with disputes life troughs in their paths. Forgetting of what truly is important. The school is like a second home to some kids. Barry's essay demonstrates this by explaining the effect school had on her. As a result, she sees the janitor in which she is delighted to see and quickly sparks a smile on her face. Another example is when she sees her teacher Mrs.LeSane and goes up to her and cries. Finally, the last case is the therapeutic value of art Mrs.Lesane believed on.

She never understood why taking a class she was already fluent in was mandatory. She took a seat in the classroom, and as soon as the class started, she registered that she had spoken too soon. Naomi predicted that this would be the hardest class she would ever take in her life. They also received homework! This is ridiculous! What kind of teacher gives out homework on the first day?! she contemplated with herself. Just when she thought her wonderful day couldn’t get any better, the teacher made her partner up with the weird girl from French class. “I want all of you to get with the partner I’ve assigned to you and tell them something that happened to you today,” Mrs. Schneider spoke with authority. Naomi shuffled into a desk next to Mads and asked her how her day