Namjoo enter the class with a smile on her face. A gasp can be heard throughout the class. “Hey, it’s Kim Namjoo.” They whisper to themselves as their eyes followed Namjoo from the way she enter the class till she sat down on an empty seat at the back of the class.
Hayoung looked up from the fashion magazine that she read since before to the amused faces of her classmates. Her brow quirk, curious of why they’re looking at her like she’s someone popular – and she did not really popular.
Wait – are they looking at me? She turns to her back just to find a beautiful girl sitting comfortably behind her.
“Ah, annyeonghaseyo… I am Namjoo, Kim Namjoo,” said the girl.
Hayoung’s jaw literally falls at the sight of the incredibly popular girl in front of her. She look at the front to the magazine on her table – Kim Namjoo, third time winner of the most successful model award – she look back at her back. Namjoo quirk her eyebrow with a smile plastered on her face.
“Ah. Annyeonghaseyo Kim Namjoo-ssi, I’m Hayoung, Oh Hayoung,” said Hayoung flustered but she managed to keep herself presentable in front of Namjoo.
Namjoo chuckled. “Aigo, don’t be flustered because of me. Anyway, just call me Namjoo,” said Namjoo as her smile got bigger. Hayoung nodded her head.
“Nae, Namjoo unnie,” said Hayoung. Namjoo crinkled her forehead, weird when she hears Hayoung’s words. Hayoung smiled shyly as she scratches the back of her head. She knows the expression written in Namjoo’s face.
“I’m still 20 years old unnie. I skipped one grade,” said Hayoung. Namjoo then smile and nodded. The lecturer enters the class.
“Hayoung-ah…”
Two girls enter the class right after the bell chimed and the lecturer goes out of the class. They skipped happily while holding hands. Hayoung look up at them as she zipped her bag and slung on her shoulder.
“Ah, Bomi unnie, Chorong unnie,” said Hayoung
that are sitting in the bleachers looking at her. A group of girls sit on the left side while the
"You know as well as me yhou was named after you aunt Dicie." I said.
For the third time today, everyone in the classroom was in a standstill. Eventually, I was greeted with eighteen pair of eyes, which appeared to say, ‘who in the hell do you think you are talking to her like that?’ heck, you would’ve thought I called the girl out of her name with the dirty stares I was receiving.
“Hey, you!” said a voice far down in the hallway. “So you’re the new girl, huh?”
When I walked in Ms. Shannon’s class I introduced myself and told the kids to pretend I wasn’t in the class. I sat in the back an...
Syl walks down the aisle to her desk, carrying a duct tape covered notebook under one arm. When she sits down, she glances at me . I jolt in surprise flabbergasted when I catch her gaze.
When life becomes overwhelming during adolescence, a child’s first response is to withdraw from the confinement of what is considered socially correct. Individuality then replaces the desire to meet social expectations, and thus the spiral into social non-conformity begins. During the course of Susanna’s high school career, she is different from the other kids. Susanna:
Yoongi’s head shot up with a weird mixture of curiosity and confusion. Eyes widendening at the sight. He saw a man with vibrant orange hair and a blinding smile. His smile was loud. Really loud. Almost comical. Consequently, Yoongi felt a bit awkward to say the least. Maybe it's because he hasn't see many people who worked there, especially overtime, smile so brightly. He doesn't really know why, but he weirdly wants to see it again.
The busses are cramped bus on bus on bus. Seven o’clock hits and Ms. Brandy waves her hand signaling to the students off. Myself being a student, get off with the herd of students and walk underneath the school, which is covered with navy blue seats. I approach Ms. Jones with a bit of nervousness running through my veins. The reasons was because I never had a class with her until this year and I did not have a very close connection with her.
Kim Joo-Won experience strong feelings for the feisty stunt woman, even though she isn 't his type. Joo-Won tried getting Ra-Im out of his mind for Ra-Im does not own a high status life nor is even rich. Another person who thinks this way was Kim Joon Won’s mom, she hated Ra-Im. Kim Joon Won’s mom view Ra-Im the same way as her son. She even pay Ra-Im to go away from Kim Joon Won because she was not good enough for him. And Kim Joo-Won didn’t similar things like this mother did to Ra-Im, there were one scene toward the middle of the movie where he was ashamed seeing with her because she was using a rip beg, where old clothes. There, he did a makeover for her so he look like she in a higher class. Since then, Ra-Im tries her best to ignore Joo-Won because she knows Joo-Wan belongs to another higher social level compared to him. She still think that lower class should never be mix with higher class and that they don’t belong together.
The air felt heavy and I felt as if something tragic was going to happen. I pulled down the sleeves of my jacket and glanced around the room. And then I saw her. I was so confused; why the hell was she in my class? What does whe want? Who even is she?!
As I walk into the cabin to my astonishment not only was their one beautiful brown hair, blue eyed girl but there are two, both girls appearance closely resembling the other’s. The second girl a little younger than the first but as beautiful, she is quieter but continues to smile, the kind of smile that melts your heart.
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after
Class started by the Mrs. Polzin greeting the students with, what Jimmy thought to be, a fake smile and good morning. She sat down at her desk and asked the pupils to take out their show and tell items. Other students had brought their pictures; others had brought caps and sweatshirts from different countries. Jimmy thought, like the others, his show and tell item was the best.
On the next two sections the same activity and same class discussion. While students are doing their activity I am secretly observing their attitudes; the way they speak, the way they move and the way they perform their tasks. I was very careful with my words that time, for me not to commit mistakes and because I want to get the attention of my students I remained serious all throughout the