First Day At School” is an excellent example of such a poem. He places himself inside the head of a young child who has just been dropped off by his mother in the playground of a city school on hisvery first day. It is an experience that this reviewer remembers vividly after 54 years‚ and no doubt the same is true of the vast majority of readers of this poem‚ which is why they will find themselves having instant rapport with the sentiments expressed by McGough. The child has clearly been told what
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Brogdon. I’m about tell you story that I still regret till this day. It’s the last week of school and everybody making their finalization to committing to their colleges and some getting recruited cause of sports like my friend Rakeem Christmas going to Syracuse University and Jayson Tatum also my friend going to Duke University. It wasn’t getting into college because of sport reasons it was because i had a 4.5 GPA and no reports to the office since freshman till now. While i was taking my S.A.T. TEST
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coming next‚ my freshman year! Questions were circling through my brain as as I had a tiny freak out‚ What do I need? Or What outfit should I wear? While my mother tried to comfort me‚ I dismissed all help. Throughout the summer I knew this day was coming where I would have to start fresh in a new school not knowing many people at all. I had attended a parochial school for the beginning ten years of my education; when it came to high school‚ both my parents desired to send me to a public school. While
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thing I’ve ever done in my life thus far was taking Spanish in my first two years of high school. Throughout my whole scholastic career‚ I never really had to try. I came to class‚ did the work‚ and then aced the tests. This history of nonexistent challenge was interrupted by my enrollment into foreign language. For some reason the ideas taught within the class never really resonated with me and for the first time ever I was no longer an “A student.” This took a huge hit to my pride but it made me want
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nervous butterflies in my stomach. Today was mine and Cassie’s first day at the Jefferson Davis School‚ a former whites-only school‚ who wanted us to join. No one really knows why‚ but Mama agreed. Mama came into my room to get me out of bed‚ then to Cassie’s. Both of us were extremely anxious and did not want to go‚ but Mama did not want to hear it‚ so we kept quiet and obeyed. After dressing up in our nice clothes and eating a good breakfast‚ we ran to ride the bus for the very first time. Cassie and
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happy that we had a five day weekend‚ this week. I don’t know why I felt like this week went by slow. We got our first progress reports on Wednesday and I wasn’t extremely happy with my grades. Upperclassmen would always tell us that senior year would be the most relaxed year of our four high school years‚ but honestly it does not seem like it. It’s not that the subjects that are hard‚ its keeping up with every class and the assignments. The thing that i am stressed about is processing all the new
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A successful opening for the School Year 2013-2014 Welcomed us. Every first are significant to human life because it leaves a mark‚ a lot that would stay on our life as long as we live. First day of school is one of the most awaited events on a student’s life‚ from the excitement to use our new set of school supplies‚ new pair of shoes‚ a brand new bag and even in wearing once again our school uniform after a long break. What’s more important is that it opens a new door for learning and a new vista
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One fall‚ in Alaska‚ four friends were preparing for their first day of school at Washington Middle School. Elated‚ they were packing their book bags and talking about their first day at middle school. The four friends were Billy‚ Bob‚ Jeff‚ and Tim. They have been everlasting friends since any of them could remember. They were talking about how they could impress everyone in Mrs. Kinley’s first hour class. Mrs. Jefferson‚ Billy’s mother‚ met with Mr. Brooks‚ the principle‚ Mr. Montana‚ the janitor
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My bag swings on my shoulder as I run towards the school doors‚ attempting not to be noticed. Pretending not to care as people fall silent while I run past‚ my auburn hair flowing in the wind behind me. “Hey!” “Jasmine!” “What went down last night?” “I heard that the police came to your house.” I listen to the miscellaneous shouts of the crowd as my heartbeat slows like a bass drum in a ballad. Someone takes hold of my hand and pulls me to face them. It’s Maya‚ quite literally
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regular school day to everyone else‚ but to anyone on the football team they knew what was at stake which was the Suburban One National Conference Title. This game was a MUST win. The only thing was that we had to beat the North Penn Knights who have history of being one of the best public schools to play in the state. They also had won the conference last year before the Conference changed‚ so this was an important game on this chilly October day. As the day goes on all I can think about is this
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