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Personal narrative writing short story
Personal narrative writing short story
Personal narrative writing short story
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“Adam Forsett is the name, and working for a crappy high school is indeed my shame” He screamed inside of his car as the windows began to fog up. He left his car with a hurry to hide his lunch in the back of the tiny refrigerator,slamming his door shut. He straightened his tie and fixed the hair piece on top of his head. As Mr.forsett gazed up at the tiny rectangular school that pays him so much, that he lives in a motel eating cotton candy every single night. A sad, bitter English teacher stood in front of George town high’s teachers entrance. The holiday decorations that outlined the school building flickered on and off as he began to mumble things underneath his breath about the school. Using his two feet entering inside of the high school. …show more content…
He mumbled the name “Titanium Girl… more like… stupid metal girl” Adam smirked as he pulled the newspaper away from his face as soon as he done so, he bumped into the janitor that had just arrived and sadly he was carrying a freshly homemade coffee, spilling coffee all over Mr.fossett's white dress shirt “ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Are you blind?! YOU DISGRACEFUL...UGH…” He raced down the hall inside of the men’s restroom using toilet paper to brush off the coffee stain. “IT'S ALL… her fault. Stupid metal face girl!” He threw the newspaper down and begin to bounce on top of it. Smearing it all over the boys' restroom floor. Mr.Forsett began to laugh as jumping on the newspaper began to satisfy his hatred for this super hero who doesn’t even know he exist “HAH HAHA HAH. TAKE THAT AND THIS AND THAT. How are you going to stop me now! HUH? Metal face” He shouted as a Janitor opened up the bathroom door rubbing his head “Adam??? What are you… Are you ok???” he said softly, trying not to startle the teacher. “What do you want??? School hasn’t even started!” He yelled back at the Janitor “Actually school was canceled. You came in for no reason. The Janitor began to laugh as he closed the door behind him
This novel is based in various High Schools in New York City. One of the main characters Paul, just moved to New York from Saskatoon, Alberta. This novel takes place in the mid 1980’s. At this high school, Don Carey High, none of the students or teachers care about anything that goes on within the school. They have no team spirit at all, there are no teams or clubs because no one shows interest.
Mr. Prud’homme, a substitute teacher for the summer session, went to Gene and Finny to discipline them the next morning for missing dinner, but he was soon won over by Finny’s ebullient talkativeness and leaves without giving punishment. Mr. Patch-Withers, the substitute headmaster, held tea that afternoon. Most of the students and faculty conversed awkwardly; Finny, on the other hand, proved he’s a great conversationalist. As Mr. ...
... a forced teacher's resignation and eventually to Fern's departure. Later Fern writes to Carol and informs her of even Ferns' own families' shame upon her and also of the refusal of another job by other teaching agencies.
The high schools are made up of cliques and the artificial intensity of a world defined by insiders and outsiders. (Botstein pg.20) The insiders hold control. over the outsiders because of good looks, popularity, and sports power; the teacher. and staff do nothing to stop them, the elite.
This story goes around a boy with a disfigured face named August Pullman who lives in New York with his father, mother, and sister, Via. Having been homeschooled for most of his childhood, August is surprised to hear from his parents that he is enrolled for fifth grade in a local prep school called Beecher Prep. In the beginning, August is nervous about the school, but after a quick orientation with three kids who have been asked by the principal to befriend him, he looks forward to entering school for the first time. Auggie suffers through all the kids staring at him and is surprised when a girl named Summer sits with him at lunch his first day. Auggie and Summer become friends. Auggie and Jack become friends. Auggie figures out that no one at school dares
This setting of this story is primarily in a town called Dover in Vermont during the present day. Dover is home to a high-end boarding school called “Dover Academy”. The boarding school is the school that the main character, Cody’s ex-girlfriend, Clea, attends. Cody and Clea used to be a couple and lived in Little Neck, New Jersey. Unfortunately, since Clea got a B in her high school Calculus class, her parents shipped her off to boarding school. Since she was now going to be living out-of-state, Cody chose to break up with her. The plot then thickens for once she arrived at “Dover Academy”, she went missing. Newspapers had reported her disappearance, and now Cody is on a mission trying to find her. Through his journey he learns that, if he tries hard enough,
Entering the mind of Craig Gilner, a fifteen year old boy, who is living the life of any other, the story takes place in Manhattan at the public school he was attending where, Craig was doing exceptionally well and was at the top percent of his class. Coming freshman year he decided to apply to the Executive Pre-Professional High School. This took up about a year of his life to simply study for the exam that would allow him to attend. This test was the only thing he had in mind. At last when the took the exam he had achieved a perfect score. At the time this was a big accomplishment. Until school had started and slowly he realized that he was “smart but not enough--just smart enough to have problems.” That’s when it started. Homework was piling up and he
It was always the same, day in, day out. Maddie Jennings paced the floor of her room, running her hands through her already messy blonde hair. Goodwin school was the top school in District A, but that came with a lot of responsibilities. Maddie stopped pacing and reached for her notebook. It was open to a sketch of the local starbucks. It was better than the average professional artist could do, but the standards at Goodwin were so high that Maddie had received an F. She flipped to a new page, and began writing out her math homework. Long strings of numbers marched across the page, college level calculus. Downstairs, a hushed conversation was taking place. Milo, her twin brother, and Calvin, her brothers best friend, were Hatching an impossible plan.
“I always knew I wanted to be a teacher,” she stated. Her passion for helping children with special needs was developed at a later age. The reason why Chris decided to be a special education teacher was because of two twin boys in her grade who had special needs. Chris was only in kindergarten at the time, but she recalls that one of these boys did not get to go to school. The other boy, Jimmy, could come to school, but he would have to leave halfway through the school day. Chris was confused and upset about how Jimmy could not be at school and asked her mom about this. The reason why Jimmy and his brother were not able to be at school was because there was no special education program available. This moment, even though she was in kindergarten, shaped Chris’s plan for her life.
Kaitlyn was having a rough morning for a Friday. She couldn’t find her favorite shirt with an abstract fox printed on the front. “I could have sworn I put in on the chair last night.” She huffed as she frantically looked under the bed. She stood up to survey her once clean bedroom, now in need of tornado disaster relief aid, and became more agitated. Suddenly, she saw a piece of blue fabric hiding between her mattresses. “How in the world did it get there?” she muttered to her pet fox Willow. Once dressed, Kaitlyn headed out the door to go to class.
When I first walked into Mrs. G’s English classroom, I had mixed emotions. I was eager to be there and I’m glad I was provided with an opportunity to interact with students and the teacher before class started. It felt lovely to be greeted by Mrs. G. with a good morning and small greeting. There are approximately 24 students and I did my best to count them as fast I could without making it uncomfortable for the scholars. Approximately, there are 13 boys and 11 girls with only 1 teacher. The classroom at El Sausal Middle School had a multicolored and untidy setting. When I say “untidy,” I mean that the desks, the materials and the equipment felt older and that they had been thro...
This chilling day began as all days did… with nothing out of the ordinary until the incident had occurred. All school days at Greenwich, Connecticut High School, had started with me not being able to get out of bed, but finding a way to pull myself together to look presentable, but something was different today than how it normally was. The wind that blew the colorful leaves and scattered naked branches, blew peculiar. The ground felt harder and raw as I walked to school unsure of what had changed from the time I had set foot outside the night before.
School… the one word that reeked of hate when pierced through Carrie’s ears . In order to convey her full graveness, Carrie would cry, fight, and scream till her parents would finally give in and allow her to stay home. The human right to education that Carrie was born with, was not an option for her. On the other hand, Alan, a bright 10 year old boy, did so well in his public school that many of his classmates didn’t know the most crucial item of his being. While Carrie and Alan seem very different with their interest in going to school, they are very much similar to the fact that they were both born Autistic. The only difference in these two clever children is that as early as Alan was able to go to school, he has had the appropriate help in order to make learning more than bearable. For Carrie, every school she went to did not have the equipment needed in order to get around the school in her wheelchair or the
As a young child in elementary school, I struggled in the regular classes of language arts and math, and this caused my teachers to put me into Special Education. I recall hearing the regular students call me “stupid” all the time behind my back. When I had my regular classes in Social Studies or Science none of the other students wanted to be my partner in the group projects. I felt like an outcast, and my self-confidence was exceedingly low. However, I knew that I was not the smartest kid, but I was a hard worker. I begged my mom to help me convince the teachers to allow me to to join the regular classes in the 5th grade. Fortunately, my teachers agreed, and in my regular language arts class I was motivated to prove to my teachers, my classmates,
“There’s the head, and there’s the legs,” continued the ultrasound technician, “Do you want to know the gender?”