Personal Narrative Essay: Salt Brook Elementary School

On September 9th, 2015, approximately fifty new students from Laurel Ridge and other middle schools relocated to Sherwood Middle School. The students from Laurel Ridge were forced to move to SMS due to a boundary change in Sherwood, Oregon. There were unfamiliar students from LRMS and other places. There were first time, SMS, teachers from different schools. New friends were found by everyone.

One time I came across failure. It all started when playing in a baseball game for Serra High School. Up to that game we had been undefeated in league play. As the game moved along it got more and more intense. Every batter and runner on base you could tell both teams were completely focused on winning that game.

“Darn, surrounded by all of these nice homes and communities, this High School should be really nice,” is what I thought once I got to the North Druid Hills Rd and North Cliff Valley Way intersection. In front of me all that I could see was vibrant communities that displayed their affiliation with the Lenox area, which is a very rich area. Making a left onto North Druid Hills Road, I continued to see beautiful homes on my right and my left I began to see the campus of Cross Keys High School. Due to the tons of leaves that had fallen, the bare trees that occupied the front of the campus, and the splotchy patches of grass, viewing the Cross Keys campus was not as striking to the eye as was the view of the surrounding homes. Having such a bare

By graduation, every student knew each other and felt connected as Keller graduates. Due to a small student-to-teacher ratio, we were able to bond with our teachers. Many of our teachers continue to serve as our mentors. Our schools also taught us the important of service to our community, enhancing Keller’s already communal feel. From the age of 14, I participated in enhancement projects at my high school and began volunteering for the City of Keller, feeling further connected to the city.

After my mother brought St. Jean Baptiste to my attention, I was intrigued enough to visit this high school’s website. As soon as I opened the webpage, I became engrossed in the positive energy it gave off. I had to visit this amazing school. Even though I wasn’t an accepted student, my mom signed me up for the mega shadow day. The neighborhood was quaint and not too crowded.

This trip specifically focuses on youth education and Native American issues. Essentially, my team members are helping out in the classrooms (TAing in a way) and also trying to be a role model for the students by pushing the importance of education and college. A lot of these kids only know this community and many of the elders and their parents do not have a college education, so they do not understand the importance of education. It is hard to see if we are making an impact in such a short amount of time, and I know my 15 other team members are incredibly sad to be leaving the schools. As soon as the kids saw us Monday morning, they were all over us in excitement!

Stumble. Survive. Create a new generation. The cycle of striving for perfection and purpose reveals itself to those who contribute to the heirs of the human condition, children, and I was one of them, quivering with a hand on my shoulder advising me on when to draw and how to breathe. As I cautiously signed my name to the organization which, unbeknownst to my seventh-grade self, would become my young legacy, my self-definition, I didn 't think about the many friends—rather, and pardon my cliché, family—that I would make.

I drive my white Nissan maxima over the speed bumps probably a little too fast as I leave the parking lot. Once I reach the stop sign, I take a moment to turn around and look at the beautiful school building behind me. Rigby High School—I can’t believe I go there. To me, that beautiful building is almost as breathtaking as the work out I just finished; running over and over through the halls of the school because it’s too cold to run outside. What used to be a small school when I was young has seemed to grow to be competitive and quite big, and seems to grow bigger each year.

But I thought I was going to Cajon high school. But rather my father arranged me to go to a different school called Aquinas. I hadn’t even considered going to a school like Aquinas. Adjusting from public school life to going to classrooms where there are only twenty people to a classroom and the sports teams are run like military camps. It was my first summer going into high school when I started to receive e-mails from the football, basketball, and baseball coaches to report to varsity practice in a week.

February sixth was the day of my last middle school game. We were playing our rivals , Ledford middle school. The first time we played them we only lost by two points. The first five starters for Ledford and our first five including myself were all standing at half court for tip off. The ref. threw the ball up and Gillian tipped it back to me.

Today was the second day of the trial. A doctor testified that Peter had been sane during the school shooting, but the doctor never encountered Peter. In my point of view, people think they know the person that Peter is, by judging only from the day of the shooting. Another doctor that testified was, Dr. King Wah. This man had several interviews with Peter and concluded that Peter had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, which happened because of others continually tormenting Peter.

One of my favorite service activities is the annual Beautification Day at Merino. Every year before summer break grades seventh through twelfth and staff participates in cleaning up the school and areas in the community. Administration places students in random team with a sponsor and assign them an area to clean or organize. At Merino, we take pride in the clean hallways, gyms, and an overall facility. Students take responsibility and care for the school since they put effort into the cleaning and upkeep of the building.

On a bright and beautiful Saturday morning, students went to get their hair and nails done, last minute accessories, and finished last minute touches on their outfits for the night. Homecoming was approaching and it was inevitable for the night to not be prodigious. As nightfall came around students rushed out their houses, into their limos and cars, and jetted to northwest for a world adventure. Brenda Perez, described the night as "Homecoming for me was new memories to make with all my friends that i'll never forget. While the music was good, it was still out of my music preference, everyone still danced and had fun".

Surviving in High School “The journey doesn’t start at the beginning, begins at the end.” School is one of the most memorable moments you will experience in your life, are those moments when you find a second family in your life called “classmates”, they start being strangers to classmates, classmates to friends and friends to brothers and sisters, you spent every single day of your life for more or less 2 years of your life that you start to know them more than anybody. I study in Colegio De La Salle in Panama City, Panama. My years in De La Salle are priceless, because it’s the place where I grew up as a student and the most importan as an Human being. During my time in De La Salle I found “Ma Squad” that’s how we call our group back in Panama, where we experience and pass so many things together.

Alright folks were ready to go Standing at the front doors of Lakewood High at 16 years old, she tightened her grip on the straps of her backpack like it was a life vest. She wasn 't ready, but then again, was anyone ever? The first day of being a junior in high school. This ought a be one hell of a trip.