First day of first grade was announced on the speaker of my orphanage. I was so scared to go because I didn 't know what it was like to be in a different building than the orphanage. School sounded so scary I hid in the laundry room and it took half the morning for the staff to find me. That didn 't stop me from going, I refused to put on the uniform that was required for school. Somehow they got me to the
I was just coming from second grade; a year where I had my most referrals and problems with the other students. I wasn’t expecting much from third grade except more phone calls and another teacher who despised my very existence. I knew walking into class would just be another four hours of my name being called and my seat being rearranged, so I skipped the first day to prevent all the problems that were already coming my way. The next morning I was
My family and I moved houses in a blink of an eye, two months later. It was almost March and my mom was going to enroll me in first grade. There was a problem, my mom didn’t know how to drive, and to make matters worse, it was still snowing! I remember my mom was struck with desperation in enrolling me to go to school. Luckily, the principal spoke
The first week of middle school for me was a weird, I met some new friends, and I asked my crush. On the Wednesday of the first week of lunch, I was trying to find a place to sit with my girlfriend. While we were searching, I saw a table with two seats open next to each other, so I walked over and asked the kids was ok if
He managed to smuggle in some firecrackers from a store 10 miles off campus. Of course I knew it was a bad idea, but I was bored and tired of doing the same thing everyday. We were sitting in the middle of the forest with absolutely nothing to do.
‘Das Leben der Anderen’ (The Lives of Others) is a striking example of how a director can convey narrative links within a film by employing various styles and film techniques. The Lives of Others relies upon these visual means to assist with the telling of the story as much as it relies upon the script. In this selected sequence of the film, several narrative links are drawn here to form the conclusion of ‘Operation Lazlo’. These narrative links are further cemented by Donnersmarck’s use of various lighting styles, diegtic and non-diegtic sound, revealing camera shots and intricate mise-en-scene.
We were going to visit my grandmother who was deprived of seeing us for quite some time. I remember feeling like utter garbage because of a massive test coming up. I was irritated beyond comprehension because my parents were taking up the only day I had to study before the test day. The combination of anger and stress was actually starting to make me feel a bit ill, but it seemed like my parents didn’t care. Before long, we arrived at our destination, and we were quickly invited in. We all were perched on the couch before too long. My brother was on a tirade about something and my grandmother was paying close attention to what he was spouting, even though she knew it was silly and made no sense. My parents had left to grab something for us to devour in the nearby town around an hour later. I was sitting in the farthest corner of the room from everyone. At this point, I had given up on studying for the test. I figured, “It's my parent’s fault if I fail the test. How am I going to pass this if I can’t even study for
This one time I was in eighth grade, my last year of middle school, and I had no choice but to challenge the ideals of the middle school dress code. I had never been called to the office, nor did I think I did anything wrong that day. I remember that day, it was the day multiple teachers I didn't even know complimented my shorts. They loved how they had little watermelons all over them and told me they had a pair just like them when they were younger. When the phone rang in the middle of my chorus class I had no idea I would be called to the office. When it did, my best friend and I stood up and walked out of the classroom not knowing what we had done wrong. When we arrived in the office the assistant principal brought both of us into her office and looked at us.
It was a fall afternoon and I had just gotten off the bus at my grandparents’ house, so I could pick up the lawn mower to begin mowing at my great-grandfather’s house. Now the day prior, I was helping my grandfather in the garden cut down cornstalks, and we were using the mower to do so. A few minutes after I began mowing at my great-grandfather’s, my family showed up to help finish up the chores. I got probably two or three good rows cut when I realized the lawn mower was not acting right. I jumped off the mower to
At 15, I was at the YMCA one Saturday when my father stopped by. He was drunk. He tried to play a game of pool with me and ripped the table covering with his cue stick. Many of my friends were watching. I didn't return to the Y for a month.
It was autumn and I wasn't in school, Why? Because my dad loved me being away from society and decided to homeschool me. The only friend I really ha...
My father had recently gone through a kidney transplant and he was not working. My mother had to get a job cleaning other people's homes for this period; therefore, she was the one working. Petrified, I realized that my father was the one who answered the telephone call and he would be the one who came to the school to address what I had done. My father arrived and after he had spoken with the staff, we got in the car and drove home in silence, which was unusual as well as troubling. When we got home, my father told me to go to my bedroom and think about what I had done. It seemed strange that he would just send me to my room and I thought the silence was more unbearable than any scolding would have been. I was so ashamed. I cried and asked myself why I would do such a thing, knowing it was wrong. When my mother came home, my parents called me out of the bedroom and my father asked, "Do you want to tell your mom what you did at school today?" I burst into tears, crying so hard I could not speak. My mother then said to my father, "What do you think we should do for her punishment?" My father said, “I think she has learned her lesson.” He calmly told my mother that the look on my face and the obvious anguish I felt was punishment enough. The most important lesson I learned that day was that choosing to take part in something I felt was wrong had painful consequences. The escapade humiliated me as I faced my parents, and their reaction humbled me. It was clear to them that I had realized my mistake because it crushed me to have done something wrong. The school officials concluded that we had defaced the girls’ restroom. Ultimately, even though I could not explain my actions because I could only cry in shame, it was determined that I was a non-participant and that I was not considered a problem. The terrible way I felt for
The bus! I can’t believe my ears. I can’t show up to high school on my first day by riding the bus. I was scared I needed my mother to drive me to school. Somehow knowing my mother was going to be there part of the way made it a little bit easier for me to go. I need her in a way to hold my hand as I embark on a new chapter in my life. Plus I was a little brat and felt too good for the public transportation system. My mother could sense that I felt uneasy and drove me. The drive to the newly built high school was just under fifteen minuets away. As we traveled my mother gave me some tips to make it through the day. She told me to introduce myself to my teachers on personal bases, to sit up front and to eat a good lunch. As we arrived at the entrance I felt my breakfast wanting to jump out of my stomach. I was shaking and on the verge of tears. Mother gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead, told me everything was going to be just fine. I jumped out of the car and stood on the sidewal...
It was Friday morning and I was in the 5th grade at the time. My father decided to pull both me and my brother out of school. My mother wasn’t home. She had already gone up to the hospital with my grandmother.
I wasn’t allowed to go out to the football games or mall and hang out with my friends. That finally changed when I reached my eighth grade year of middle school. I wanted to go to one of the high schools’ rival game with my friends. I asked my dad and of course he told me I couldn’t go. As usual, I became sad and went inside the house. He later came inside and he said, “I’ll give you one chance to see if you will be obedient. I will let you go to the game but I will be there watching you. You better be on your best behavior because this is your first chance so don’t blow it!” I then got dressed and we went to the football game. Once I was there, I did exactly as my father said. The whole game I was standing up by the fence watching it and talking to my friends. When the game was over and we were on the way home, my dad told me I was on my best behavior and that after tonight he would start letting me go more places. I was so ecstatic and even if he wasn’t there I would have still been