East Junior high, percussion. I am currently a high school counselor for Mountain Home School District. Married to a good ole Marion boy since 1988. (not a band geek). I have two wonderful children, Tori she graduated for UCA and Cade who graduated from U of A. So, does that mean I am done?…
I am a member of South Warren High School’s FCCLA. I have been a member of this club since sophomore year. In this club my responsibilities are to attend the meetings set up by the officers, complete activities I sign up to volunteer for, assist in helping set up events if needed, and to participate in events the club sets up.…
I started my education at St. Mary Basha Catholic School at age 6 in 2003. I remember learning how to count and making friends. In kindergarten and first grade my best friend was Bo. Bo and I would hang out at recess and at lunch, sometimes we would hang out outside of school as well. Bo left the school after first grade and I made a new best friend for the next three years named Mitchell. We would have BB gun wars in the park by his house and when he came to mine we would go swimming. I remember a lot of the kids from St. Mary's because it was a small school and everyone new each other, however I decided to move to a public school after fourth grade.…
“Slow down, future leaders of America at play,” a sign engrained in my memory as a result of the numerous volunteer trips I took to Mountain Mission School. Mountain Mission School (MMS) is a Christian boarding school and home to many children, who come from devastating backgrounds and poverty. Receiving no government funding, Mountain Mission School located in Grundy, Virginia operates solely on private donations and generous charities from churches all over America. In addition to a school, MMS played a key role in my life. Not only was MMS my home but also my church starting from second grade up until I graduated high school.…
Williams Elementary School is located just off of interstate 75 and home of the mighty Eagles. From the outside it has the appearance of a typical school with screaming students, rushing parents, and screeching buses. It is made out of boring brown bricks and beige stucco boarding near the top of the building. The inside features a prison-like setup, only with more vibrant colors. There is a double door leading into an office with multiple faculty and staff. In order to actually enter the school, you have to be buzzed in by the round and hyper man at the main desk. Once in the building, you will see that it is shaped like a large square with hallways extending from four sides. The hallways are full of colorful painting of eagles, laminated…
I thought it was going to be a normal day in first grade.. Boy was I wrong! We were learning about different plants and animals. And of course, insects. At the time, I went to an elementary school called Thunder Mountain Elementary, in Grand Junction. We were sitting in groups and the lights were off with the projector on. If I remember correctly, we were also taking notes. Our teacher, Ms. White was, well, teaching us. That’s kinda what teachers do. Maybe teachers do other things we aren’t aware of.. Nah. In second grade, teachers were like, Einstein and the smartest of mentors, not saying that people still don’t think that now. Teachers are awesome and have some of the best or worst stories to tell. But, before today, I didn’t really mind…
From kindergarten to the 6th grade I went to a private Catholic School in Rancho Cucamonga called Sacred Heart Parish School. The school was complete hell, the teachers were unreasonable and a unrealistic expectation for children at that age. The school was very small and consisted of only 300 students for grades K through 12 making the group of students very close knit. There were some hinders to this, but I created life long relationships and an array of beautiful memories. While that was a pleasing part to the school, it was not enough to keep me there.…
Aisha and I met each other in the 5th grade when we were both placed at the back of the class. She is now a sophomore at Aspire Langston Hughes Academy. Aisha is a 16 years old Pakistani girl who lives with her parents and younger brother She has with wavy purple-magenta hair reminiscent of candy. She speaks with a slight accent and is quite overdramatic. I’ve known for 6 years now. The reason Aisha and I are still extremely close is because we went through the same hardships during our late elementary school years, and she was the only person who kept me alive and sane in middle school and high school.…
As I walked out of my car and into Thomas Russell Middle School, I felt a strange sensation churning in my stomach. This almost always happened whenever I started going to a new school. I was almost so sure that everyone could smell my fear.…
As somebody who always had trouble fitting in in school, it was really hard to find a place of which I could be a part of. I joined band in middle school, and I enjoyed playing greatly, even if I wasn’t the most talented saxophone player in the program. I wouldn’t say I was passionate about it at the time, but band certainly was a fun and [something] experience, learning to play music with my friends. Through my three years of middle school at Southeast Bulloch, I travelled from second-to-last chair placement in 6th grade to 2nd chair placement in 8th grade. For a lonely, shy middle schooler, it meant a lot to me to have an activity I was good…
As a girl growing up in Moreno Valley, California, it was not easy overcoming the challenges I faced. Being raised in the “worst part” of town, meant I was destined to be nothing in life. Though these are what the statistics told me, I believed otherwise. I attended the “ghetto” schools of the school district in Moreno Valley, but nothing came close to Moreno Valley High School.…
I have been a student at Macomb Community College for a year, over my academic career here I have learned a lot more than I thought possible. Before I started at Macomb I had already been through two other colleges, but for academic reasons I left those schools. When I finally got to Macomb I had to register for an English class, in which I just happened to get you as my teacher. I thought the class was going to be extremely easy because it was online, and honestly, I thought that I was pretty good at English. As I went through the class I never really paid attention to all the good tips and skills that you were teaching, I just wrote on the topic as I was told. I never practiced on my punctuations, run-on sentences, or even the development…
There are so many experiences I have witnessed at Athens Classic City High School that can be considered “surprising or interesting.” Over the past month, as the end of the school years begins to grow closer, I have seen a large difference in the students who have increased their work efforts versus those who have decreased their efforts. For example, the students that struggled the most in the beginning of my involvement at Classic City have greatly improved their motivation to complete their work, as they are now more organized and are able to finish their work in class and turn it in on time. However, some of the other students who were doing just fine earlier in the semester, not necessarily excelling, are now experiencing a drop in their motivation to complete…
At the age of thirteen, I moved from Tanzania to start a new life with my parents, who were fortunate enough to gather the courage to leave their home country and move to Canada. Their main objective was to provide a better future for my sister and I. Growing up in Tanzania, I witnessed the injustices imposed upon the rural members of society. What troubled me the most was that I saw no progress. The gap between the rich and poor was so evident that it became a norm, a way of life. Although I realized that this was wrong, I never truly understood the complexity of these issues. When I moved to Canada, I saw the importance of practicing democratic values of equality and commitment to social justice, as well as the impact these features have…
“No please don’t make me go back!” I am yelling to my mom, as my salty tears penetrate my make-up and cause it to run down my face. “I hate it, that school is the worst!” “Honey, it is already half way through the school year, you can’t switch school this late in the year.” As my mom says the words I can hear the nonexistence care in her voice. Why does she want me to stay in this school? Doesn’t she realize that just four short months ago I was a “plain Jane” thirteen year old and now I’ve turned into a make-up palate with bones. The pressure of this “prep” school has turned me into this! I feel like just a skeleton of my former self, and I don’t quite know how it happened.…