It was a warm Friday in September of 2013; the end of the week had finally come. However, this was not going to be just any ordinary Friday because I was going to my friend Davey’s house for a bonfire. I could have never dreamed that this day would end the way it did. But, after a several hour standoff occurring in the white colonial style house just one street down from mine, my exciting day planned ahead of me had ended. My house was just a half mile down the road from Laurel Highlands High School, where I attended school. The neighborhood had always been the perfect place to grow up. It was filled with older couples, so there was never much excitement. All the neighbors were friendly and easy to get along with. It was always quiet with never any trouble occurring in the area. It seemed like a relatively safe place to live. School was flying by. The day was almost over, and I had three more periods before I would ride the bus home and get ready for the fun night ahead. Since it was a warm, sunny day, our gym class had gone outside either to walk on the track or to play flag football. About half way through the period coach Buehner came sprinting down Mustang Drive and yelled, “Mr. Dunham, the kids need to come back up to the school.” I was talking to my friend Chad while …show more content…
that day. After firing shots at police, he then crashed his truck into a house on North Gallatin Avenue. The police were able to get the female suspect into custody, but the male suspect broke into the white house. I just could not understand why the police were waiting so long to enter the house. I felt they were unsure if the suspect had a hostage. Also, he was not making any contact with the police. My sister, Kelly, and I had been playing cards, scrabble, and watching the news when the reporter said the police are finally attempting to subdue the
As I walked to school with my lunch that was in a plastic bag. Once we got into school and got in the building my teacher Mr. Williams took attendance and five minutes later we turned around and got on the bus. It was windy and there were leaves blowing all over the place. Last year my 5th grade at John Stewart elementary school was going to Leroy Oakes in St. Charles for team building. It was a fall day and it was chilly. I had my drawstring on my back with my lunch and had three coats on. We turned onto a road called Dean Street and it was bordered by grass. I saw the Leroy Oaks sign, and my bus went over a speed bump that threw my class off balance. After awhile my class off the bus with a skip and a jump in my step. Then I was super excited that our
On an unusually warm fall day at Lewis and Clark Middle School the day had just started . Drake and his friend Sean were talking during passing periods. A boy named Joseph had hit Drake while he was walking to second period then turned and gave Drake a dirty look. Joseph walked away. At lunch Joseph hit Drake again in the shoulder causing him to drop his lunch and he looked at Drake, smirked, turned around and walked away.
It wasn't a typical Friday for Josh, the curly haired sophomore. He was just finishing shoving his backpack in his locker when his friend, Taylor, came up to him and said their goodbyes. As the principal told all the students to go outside for announcements over the intercom, Josh left through the back door to be alone instead. He did not tend to have good friends and if he did, they didn't stick with him very long.
Ask yourself, how was your 8th grade year… Was it good, bad, fun, or stressful? Well most of my 8th grade year was bad but the ending actually turned out good. The start of my year was exciting, but that was just the beginning. As time went on and the work started to come in, that's when things turned south for me. I started stressing about everything I had to do, I was getting to overwhelmed. I would catch myself slipping constantly and it was worrying me because I didn't want to get held back a year. I slowly started to lose all interest in all of my work.
At the age of seven, my life changed forever. I was no longer living in my native country; I was now a fragment of the millions of immigrants who come to the United States in search of the American Dream. At the time, my father had recently lost his job and my mother was unemployed, which caused incredible financial stress for my family. My father decided to risk his life crossing the Rio Grande River for our family to have a better life and greater rewards.
High school is supposed to be a one more step closer to college; it’s supposed to be preparing you for the future right? Wrong. My experience in high school was very different; I never quite fit in with anyone, the “friends” that I thought that I had used me for money. Let’s just say when I was a freshman I had a friend whom I knew from grade school, her name was Meghan Lawrence and she was the kind of person who I really believed I could tell her anything and she would keep it to herself. Once again I was proven wrong, I developed a crush on a boy and she knew that I had a crush on him; one morning before class both he and she went to the corner store, she thought it would be funny to tell him all about my crush, which he tortured me with, playing with my emotions, made me feel like he might actually like me back.
Throughout my high school experience, I've been able to obtain knowledge that I can use to better my life. Some of the classes I've taken have been a blessing in disguise. For example, I never expected to learn as much as I did about writing and literature by just simply reading. Many of my teachers have pushed me to my limits and inspired me to think differently from my peers. In general my best English experience was reading "MacBeth" by William Shakespeare in Mr. Elwell's class, where I also realized I had many English skills to improve on.
Brittany was in 10th grade at Pineview High School she had long brown hair and brown eyes. She had 2 siblings; one older brother and older sister. Her family was middle class lived in a nice neighborhood in a nice house. She got along with her brother Spencer, but brittany and her sister Emily did not get along at all. Everyday when they came home from school they would pick fights just like any other sister relationship. Brittany was an okay school student her grades hovered around B’s and C’s and sometimes A’s; her older brother Spencer who was a senior in college was a D’s get degrees kind of guy; Emily is two years older than Brittany and is a straight A honors student. Brittany plays three sports Soccer, Tennis, and Swimming. Spencer
One day at Congerville grade school i was just got out of the car and i was a new student and when i was done with all my thing i went on the SeeSaw.
Everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives, the feeling of being free from high school finally sinking into their minds. Forgetting about all of their problems for the night, and letting loose. My mom always says that I’ll regret this when I grow up; not living the full high school experience. But what is really considered the “high school experience”? It is just going to parties, homecoming dances, prom, and being in relationships? How cliché.
The best day in my life was when I got promoted from the fourth grade to the sixth grade, or so I thought. I had been held back in fourth grade which meant I did fourth grade twice. So of course I was elated when a new program started the next year that allowed me to skip the fifth grade and go right into my sixth grade year. I rejoined my class and reconnected with my friends. All was right with the work again. The problem with skipping the fourth grade was that although I was socially on target, I was academically behind.
It was one day in the fourth grade I started my day off with the normal events, waking up, getting ready, the ride to school, then sit and class and learn for seven hours. But this day was unfortunately cut short.
Have you ever been nervous and excited for something at the same time? That is how I felt during my last year of high school leading all the way up to graduation. I had never sat down and figured out what I wanted to do with my life; I would always pick something then switch to something else almost immediately. Graduation day was that epiphany for me that I really had no idea what I was going to do with my life even though I was accepted to LSU and declared a major in Computer Science.
It was a warm spring day. The skies were blue and all of the third graders at recess were running around on the playground. I had been sliding across on the “zipline” for the entire recess thus far.
“Beep, Beep, Beep!” It was six o’clock in the morning and my alarm clock woke me up 4to prepare for the first day of my Senior Year. I slowly arose from my deep sleep and strolled toward my closet as if I were a snail. After twenty minutes of contemplating heavily, I finally reached a decision on my outfit. My outfit consisted of a navy blue and light brown elephant print kimono, a pure white blouse, light brown flats, and a silver triangle shaped Aztec necklace. To my surprise the clock struck a quarter to seven, leaving me only moments left to get ready. I jumped into the shower and then prepared for the day I had ahead of me.