About a year ago we entered the school as seniors. We had senioritis before classes even resumed, we got to leave school early and come in late. We got to park on campus and leave school for lunch, something we’ve looked forward to most. Everything we did was our last. It was the last Homecoming pep rally, our last season in a sport,…
I'm six years old, and I'm secretly watching the girls in my class loudly chatting in the corner of the classroom. It's 2008, and I'm quietly sitting on my desk, wondering to myself: "Am I not important enough for a simple goodbye?". I nervously shift on the chair, impatiently waiting for the minutes to tick by. My red sweater is itching against my throat. The teacher came in and we begin class as usual. Ms. Claudia is talking about our final reflections…
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, today is a very special day for all of us who are here at last as everyone waited, and waited for a long time, today is our graduation from college is now starting a new stage of our life, a stage different, today we'll split up, each to one side…
Once again I walk to the other side of the middle school to my science. I walk into the room and suddenly get excited. I see Erin, my one friend I know coming into Cary Academy. I realize no one is sitting down, so we must be getting assigned seats, I think to myself. The teacher, Mr. Himburg started calling out names to sit in tables with two seats per table. “Please sit me next to erin”, I say and pray in my head. Erins name gets called out, but mine isn’t the one next to her. I feel sad for a second, but then realize I will need to make new friends. Once again we do the same policies and expectations…
I gasped for air between sobs. Tears from my wide, moistened eyes streamed unchecked down my pale cheeks. The tears tasted brackish to my lips, with a meaning tint of bitterness in them: bitterness that I felt and enjoin to the others for putting me in such a base and pitiful condition as I was in that day; or always, for that matter. Tears blinded my eyes as a reinvigorated surge of despair swept me. A muffled groan of grief arose in my throat, and my head throbbed with pain. But I kept silent, because I had learned to do so now. The way I have learnt to adjust to my surroundings in this alien, hostile school, and had learnt to accept countless jeers and merciless teasing from the people around me. I sat staring deeply at the engraved graffiti, each letter giving a fierce image. "Must die". They had warned it was going to be bad, although I never expected this. I never was a strong person. If only I had the courage to stand up and stop this.…
Hello, I’m ....... and today I would like say farewell! Today I will talk to you about my freshman year or as I call it the rough times. Then I will tell you about my sophomore to senior year and all of the changes in my life. Then I will tell you about what I would like to do in my future. So let’s get started.…
As I walked down the hallway I almost urinated in my pants. I was not familiar with such atmosphere earlier. With anxiety on one hand and fear on the other, I reached for the door knob, opening it slowly. Everyone’s eyes were on me as I entered the room. From a distance, it looked like the people were ants. Without paying attention to them, I went straight to the teacher and asked if this was the right class. With a soft voice he answered, “Yes.” His voice comforted me a little. The class teacher asked my name and whereabouts. My class teacher was very gentle. He encouraged me and treated me kindly. I felt a bit nervous in the new environment. The boys looked at me with wonder and smiled. Some of them gathered rounded me. They laughed at me and made fun of me. A few sympathized with me and befriended me. The bell for interval rang. At first, I was not able to understand why there were so many teachers. The class teacher left our class and another teacher came. The teacher wrote some words on the blackboard. He taught simple arithmetic’s. Then the bell rang. Another class began.…
It's a comfortable summer morning. My Reien women's school is an all-weather independent mobile fortress. Other students are fed up with the strict rules of the school but this is a dreamland for me because I had to work all day long in my familybusiness Sake cellar. I'm enjoying the summer vacation all alone in the dorm. But a call from my dad made me depressed. He told me to come back home. I've already foresaw the future last night. I saw a vision of me working in the Sake factory crying.…
Time runs very fast. It seems like we’re just entering this classroom yesterday and now…the time for leaving is coming near. It’s hard to accept that after 3 weeks more staying in this room, we will be going to another stage of our life. As we were about to leave, allow me my dear friends to I bid my goodbye.…
“BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP” the alarm screams out louder than ever. “It’s only 6 am “I moan tiredly to myself. AS I slowly get ready for my last day of school as a year 12, ready to graduate, I start to think about the previous years of my school life. I slip out of the creased sheets laid on my bed, and I get a flashback of back when I was in kindergarten. I was just another kid in the New Year. I had no idea where anything was and no friends.…
The reality is, I didn’t even want to write this speech. I felt it was just another assignment out of the many thousands I had done before; and, yet another way to waste my time (and cramp my fingers in the process). I contemplated not even doing the assignment but, I couldn’t help but be intrigued with a school asking me to write a graduation speech before I’d even begun a single course. I’d been to many schools and none assumed I’d graduate….it was different. In a way, it made me proud. So, a few hours before the assignment was due I settled down and decided to write this speech. And today, you’re forced to listen…that was supposed to make you laugh, so if you didn’t somebody put a laugh track here now.…
Under the above compelling circumstances I request your good self to transfer me to the District Treasury Una and with this my short stay at District Treasury keylong may also be condoned please.…
This was not the first day of school that I’ve expected. Everything here is just so different from what I have been told in the past. Students mocking the “honorable” traditions, making fun of the slogans, I don’t think I will get used to living here. Ever since brother attended this school, father and mother had been telling me all the wonderful things about this school and how they hope for me to one-day study here. It is just so frustrating to have such a brilliant of a man as my brother, everyone is expecting me to live up to his accomplishments and even surpass pass him; which I know that I will never be able to do. There was something interesting that happened though. This new English teacher Mr. Keating, he is just so different and odd but yet fascinating. I’ve never met a teacher quite like him before and to tell the truth, I’m actually quite excited to see him tomorrow. Today, he taught us an important life lesson, to always Carpe Diem, “Seize The Day”.…
My family had just moved to the area and today would be my first day at Miller Grove High school. I was shaking in my boots because knowing today would make-or-break me. As the door began to open the voices of my future classmates flooding over into the hallway. I stepped slow into the room trying not to catch the attention of the class, but of course my teacher had just walked in right behind me. My eyes open in shock because now everyone’s eyes were on me even the teachers.…
“Mom please I don’t want to go, I don’t have any friends and there are way too many people there”, these words rang around the house every morning before I went to school. Two weeks after school started, Mrs. Peterson, my Language Arts teacher, asked me to stay after class so that she could talk to me. Upon hearing these words, fear rang in my mind, but unwillingly I stayed and awaited my fate! She told…