There’s a knocking on the door, followed by a deep moan. A mangled hand breaks through the glass and opens the door from the outside. My classmates and I stand to our feet. The apocalypse has started! I grab a group of my five closest friends from the class; we’ve been preparing for this moment ever since we were freshmen. My friends and I grab our essential technology and run to the classroom window. As zombies begin to run into the classroom and grab my classmates, we break and jump out of the window and grab our cars before speeding out of the parking lot. Everyone rushes to their respective homes to pick up their families before meeting at my house, thirty miles from school, which has room for everyone to be comfortable. My friends all
What would you do if you were put in an extreme life or death situation in an area that you did not know with only complete strangers to trust? In George A. Romero’s Night of the Living Dead, that nightmare becomes reality. Seven people are trapped inside a secluded house with no means of escaping the zombies attempting to break in (Romero). It is a simple plotline; however, Romero’s film is revolutionary in how it reveals the disparity between races during the time and how it shatters the picture the audience has in mind of how a film should end.
As Charles Dixon walked in his office he was thinking about what other fun things he should do to punish the students at good ole Merced High. As you could see Mr. Dixon is the commander, leader, or just as we call it today, a principal. After the war that happen between the students and the staff there as been a lot more strictness to the school rules. Ever since I left this school its basically been more like a public military school. Your probably wondering why I’m not at Merced High School well, I got kicked out. I was walking with my disc man to my class and all electronics must be off when the bells ring infuriately there happen to be a sniper on the west wing of the campus and has soon as the clock struck 8:20, they shot me! Right on my ear. I only didn’t go to the hospital I got kicked out for being tardy and I lost 30% percent of my hearing on my left ear!
In conclusion, I taught you what food to eat, what people to trust, and how to care for yourself. So even though it seems exhausting it really is not when you get the hang of it so just sit back and relax because, if the zombie apocalypse is coming it is not coming soon . On the bright, side even though you will look or sound like a weirdo, who is going to be laughing because they got eaten by zombies because they did not listen to you. So there you have it, you are now ready for the zombie
Maybe it’s the fact that I tend to stay in my room all weekend, which leads to people thinking I’m studying when in reality I am probably binge watching a TV show or maybe it’s my glasses, but most people who don’t know me too well assume that I am smart. Now that is a great thing for me because I don’t have to try as hard to impress them, but I end up finding myself in a bit of a problem. The problem is that everyone thinks I enjoy admiring school textbooks. But the truth is I’m usually admiring my Justin Bieber poster on my bedroom wall. Ever since I was in sixth grade I’ve been a huge fan of Bieber. His music always brought a feeling of calmness and back in the day his “never say never” motto, was what I lived by. I might still be living by that motto because I’ve decided to write this essay
Now that I am inside and a little scared, I started to think this was a bad idea. All I see are bald trees and it's extremely hot. I start walking toward the bright light I can see from a far distance. while i was walking I felt like something was following me, I turned around and there are five zombies following me. I start running as they gain on me. I have no weapons and no water. I continue running and see a dead man's body holding a knife, so I grab the knife and immediately turn around. They are getting closer so, I ran to the nearest one and go straight for
Ok so I want everyone in this room to close there eyes and put your heads down (silence for about 10 seconds then slams book on table). I swear I wasn't doing that to be mean or to wake anyone up. There's a point to that. Now, imagine me slamming that book on the table being Mr. Sheets running in here to yell at you to hide under your desk or get out of sight, or a bomb, or a gun shot. . Not even a code red or orange warning. One second you are in class and then the next you are hiding. Then men with masks come in and tell you to go to the gym and hold a gun to your back. For three days you are trapped in the gym with the whole school. Here, considering our size, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. But imagine if,
Waking up for my first day of class feel so different. It felt like a new start I just wasn’t expecting so soon. I showered and got dressed wondering what the day had in store for me. I looked in the mirror for a while as I mentally prepared myself to be focused and start off the year strong. I walked outside not expecting to see people with the same mindset, but boy I was wrong. 7:30 AM and the streets are full of people happy, ready to learn, and full of life. There was even a man that gave me an overly energized “Good Morning!” Seeing this made me think of high school, where walking down the sidewalk I’d see everyone half sleep and ready for the day to be over before it even began. I never knew of a school’s community to be so ready for starting their
It's November, the shittiest month of the year. The past couple days have been absolute hell, I started walking around in my trench coat with the rest of the group and almost everyday we get attacked by the jocks, the odd thing is, Mary never gets attacked. She always gives a certain look to them, like a signal. I could be tripping though, cause I did get my head stomped on the last time I saw her give the look, so it could possibly just be my imagination. As me, Riley, and Boyd were walking through the lunchroom we noticed something peculiar, "What in the fucking hell is that?" said Boyd. He was talking about a large group of students gathered in a circle, shouting. We run over and push through the crowd. Once we are through we see a kid fighting
I think I have changed, but I really don't think I changed that much. I have become more proficient in my class particpation, because I wouldn't want to discuss my answers, because I thought they were to dumb of an answer. Also I was shy to speak out unless they are talking stuff about me. I also have inproved in my organization skills. I improved by it becayuse I steryted to use folders now instead of binders, because I can make each folder into my class, and when I use my binder it would also get messed up. I also liuke it because they're different color for different classes. I have become better at completing my assginments because I have notice that when I don't do them correctly or turn them in when it's do then my grade would go lower.
My teacher interview was with Jessica Mays/Richie. Jessica is fresh out of the program from Chico State University. For a first year teacher she is doing really well, and I’m surprised at how well her kindergarten class is. Just being in her class as a volunteer I have learned so much about what its like to be a teacher. Instead of looking into experience, because she doesn’t have much yet, she told me things that she learned from being a new teacher. I believe that this will help me through the program and becoming a future teacher.
If my high school were to be overrun by zombies, while my math professor, best friend, and the cafeteria ladies joined the zombies, I would hide in a classroom with a window and lock the door. Although they probably can still get into the classroom, it's better than to hide in the bathroom or out in the open. Also if they were to get into the classroom I could jump out the window and go somewhere else for safety. While the zombies are taking over the school I would bring food, water, a first aid kit, a knife, and a broom. I would bring food and water because the water will help me stay hydrated and the food will keep me from starving to death. I would also bring the first aid kit so if I get hurt or the zombies scratch me and bite me I would
Several things have struck me as powerful lessons in the six weeks since I first entered this class. Though I have always known that I had experienced privilege throughout my life, I never realized how truly engrained that was in me until writing the first assignment. During that experience, I struggled with identifying ways that my heritage had impacted my development and approached it from more of an internal standpoint rather than an environmental one. Sitting in class and listening to my classmates’ experiences, I was struck by how much different their lives have been in comparison to mine. Being able to put myself in their shoes even for a moment was a much-appreciated exercise in empathy. This is an example of our sixth learning objective:
Upon my arrival at the high school, I instantly became friends with a junior in the band with me, named Claire. She was a caring person who wanted to help others whenever she could. I am still friends with her today and recently visited her at her college. Through our friendship, I have become close with Claire’s whole family, who all have the same desire to help others.
Within my kindergarten classroom setting, we have a variety of diverse learners. I have four English Learners; two who do not speak English and the other two are at the immediate and advanced level. I have a student who is an all-academic I.E.P and 504 who is also on behavioral intervention plan as well. I was informed of two homeless students who are in my classroom as well. This is not where the diversity ends though. We have four struggling readers and quite a few students who struggle with writing their letters correctly. My mentor teacher accommodates each student's needs to raise their success rate as students. Being placed in a diverse classroom has opened up my eyes to the different circumstances a student comes into the classroom with.
This year has changed me a lot. Coming to college, leaving my parents, and leaving Trinidad has been very different for me. My life has changed a lot and I have changed a lot, but thankfully in mostly good ways. This class has been one of my most knowledge ones. Although this class has defiantly not been one of my highest grades, I feel like its one of the classes I have learned a lot in. I have bitter sweet feelings about that, because in some of my classes I ended with and A or B, while this one it felt like a struggle the entire semester to keep my grade up, however, I fell like I have learned more information that will stick with me from this class than from others.