“Honey, come down for breakfast” screamed a frustrated mother. “I’ll be down in a minute,” screamed Dave, while putting on his favorite red jacket and Philadelphia Phillies red cap while turning off the computer. He then grabbed his tablet and headed downstairs to eat breakfast. “Boy, leave that” his father said as he pointed to the tablet “and eat without out looking at that damn screen for once.” “But dad, I’m just posting a picture of the amazing breakfast mom made for us.” “Now, why would anyone want to see what you are eating? It’s just food.” “Dad, you wouldn’t understand” Dave said as he rolled his eyes and scrolled through the Facebook feed. His mother annoyed, stood behind him and took the tablet out of his hands so he could begin eating. “MOM!” he said, irritated. His mother, ignored him and put the table in a drawer. “Eat, or you’ll be late for your first day of school” said his mother. He did as he was asked and soon he was off to school, but not before he grabbed his cell phone from the living room, where he had left it the night before to charge. Though it was the first day of school, Dave saw it as another typical day. He went to Math class in the morning, followed by English and history class. Then lunch with his friends, where they all spent most of their time on the phone. After, he had physical education, science and then an art class to end of the day. This was his Junior year, so he didn’t expect much, he just couldn’t wait to be a senior next year. As he walked out of the front door of the school, he noticed his moms Mercedes parked on the curve. He looked around and she was not there, so he slowly walked up to the car. “BOO!” someone screamed behind him. It was his mom, she was laughing. “Did I scare ... ... middle of paper ... ...p from the chair straight towards the man. De’Lobo dropped hard and hit his head and was out for a few seconds, Dave used that time to get a few feet closer to the front door. However, he did not know that De’Lobo had a gun with him. As soon as he came to his senses and right before Dave opened the door the gun went off. “BOOM, BOOM” the sound was heard several times. Thirteen bullets had gone into Dave. De’Lobo approached Dave and turned him around while massaging his own head , “all you had to do was cooperate, boy” is all he said as he shook his gun with the other hand. Coughing blood out Dave said, “I would never cooperate with a criminal”, he closed his eyes and took his last breath. De’ Lobo got away and continued his crime spree through all of California, at one point he even killed three famous, wealthy brothers Johnny O’Pig, Josh O’Pic and James O’Pig.
that he go see if anyone needed help. He drove around the area but saw nothing
"Steve Huey" was suffering from an inoperable and fatal brain tumor. Doctors had given him only two months to live, so Huey decided to end It sooner rather than face the pain. He wrote a suicide note and then placed the gun to his head and shot.
“For God’s sake,” he said, not turning round. “Don’t make supper for me. I’m going out.”
The Peruvian Communist Party (PCP-SL), better known as Sendero Luminoso (‘Shining Path’) was a maoist guerrilla organization in Peru. The parties roots can be drawn to the Andean department of Ayacucho, one of Peru’s pooerest and uneducated areas, where ill even the 1950s landowners continued their serflike manner of treatment toward the natives existence. The escape their dismal lives, Ayacuchans turned toward education, migrating by the thousands in their attempt to escape that existed for them back home.
In his article “What High School Is” Theodore R. Sizer describes the day of a student, Mark and how his average high school day plays out. Sizer feels that this accurately describes how most high schoolers spend their days. He states that “the basic organizing strictures in schools are familiar.” He describes Mark's school day and what classes he attends in which order. Sizer tells us what activities take place between students during class and during class transitions, and the activities being school and non-school related. The reader learns about what challenges Mark has to face during his high school days and what he thinks during his day.
“All I knew for sure was that our lives were about to change” (Lubar, 3). This is what Scott said the day before freshman year started, and he was right. In Sleeping Freshman Never Lie Scott Hudson is entering his first year of high school. He has heard how the freshman were treated, and was not very excited. The first day, he realized that his friend in Kindergarten, Julia, someone magically became gorgeous over the summer. He also deals with friends, crushes, extra curricular activities, and finding himself. On top of that, his mother is pregnant. So, he decides to help his new sibling by writing a freshman survival guide. This survival guide will document the different things he experienced in freshman year and the mistakes he made, in
Freshman year of high school careened past my very eyes before I had the maturity to fully comprehend the knowledge and life experience that was being imparted to my young impressionable intellect. The somewhat nebulous idea of high school loomed before me, acting as both a mirage and a reality. The atmosphere itself was cramped. Every detail about the school was small, building size, classrooms, the student population. Yet in a broader sense I was overwhelmed by the enormousness of the task that lay before me. I was more concerned with surviving the first year than with anything else.
“Wow, you’re on time!” I chuckled generously at his joke as we were shown to our seats. The chemistry between us started off kind of slow. The server approached the table and asked us what we were having. I order scampi shrimp with dirty rice, followed with a long island ice tea. Vaughn ordered fish and a glass of water. When he ordered water that brought up concerns.
To begin the day, we attended a class called Advisory. Advisory is like what other schools would call Study Hall or Homeroom. After Advisory we had Industrial Arts. Industrial Arts is a woodshop type class where the teacher usually teaches them how to use tools and styles. Soon after Industrial Arts we had Physical Education. During PE, the students were finishing up a volleyball tournament that they had started earlier that week. Finley’s team won 1st place out of the entire tournament and got to get dressed before the rest of the teams. Next was Accelerated Reading, and in Accelerated Reading the students had a
“You have to watch out, man. So, where’s my lunch?” Tyrone asked with a grin on his face when he was hit by a BLT sandwich, “Hey! What was that for?”
This story takes place in a New York City school in Manhattan, in the nineteen- sixties. The book covers the span of one school semester form September to February.
Narrator: So the kid ran into the washroom and hid for a while, but then she realized that she had to do something, so she ran back to her seat.
"Coming Mom! Just give me five minutes," replied Bilal switching off the TV. He was watching a documentary on the health benefits of fruit on a food programme. He washed his hands and went downstairs.
I arrived at Sacred Heart Cathedral for my first day of high school. As my friend’s mom drove through the populous streets of San Francisco, I sat in the back seat of her car running through the pages of the planner I had received at orientation. As the thick, smooth pages ran through my fingers, I worried over finding my classes, being on time to my classes, and having time to out my books in my locker. I found the page dated August 24th, my first day of high school. I had all six classes that day, French, English, Honors Algebra, Physics, World History, and lastly Scripture.
It was finally the first day of school; I was excited yet nervous. I hoped I would be able to make new friends. The first time I saw the schools name I thought it was the strangest name I’ve ever heard or read, therefore I found it hard to pronounce it in the beginning. The schools’ floors had painted black paw prints, which stood out on the white tiled floor. Once you walk through the doors the office is to the right. The office seemed a bit cramped, since it had so many rooms in such a small area. In the office I meet with a really nice, sweet secretary who helped me register into the school, giving me a small tour of the school, also helping me find