On the first day of school, Wade points out that Lorna doesn’t do well in classes because they don’t move fast enough for her; she usually just sits in class and reads on her own. Jesse is one of the few Indians to attend the school, and the other students stare at him. Wade and Jesse find out that they have a few classes together and begin their day. After lunch, they hang out on the senior steps. When a younger student approaches the steps, one of the seniors gives him a hard time.
I think you are all forgetting this is Flagler College. Not Harvard or Yale so the girl with the grammatical concerns please sit your ass down. Furthermore this school is very small and for some that is a negative. Why is it that campus is vacant on the weekends? O yes because you all go to other schools because clearly no one can throw a decent party on this campus.
She seldom takes notes, even when Daran reviews material for tests, and instead makes jokes to other students about how she does not care about school. Your friend also has overheard Caitlin complain that this history stuff is just boring and that it is too much work to get an A in this class. Daran feels Caitlin is completely unmotivated. Use Scenario One to address the following: 1. How would you explain Caitlin's lack of motivation, in terms of motivational theories, to your friend?
The conversation between them went on and on but I didn’t hear anything important so I stopped listening and concentrated on Caroline. Caroline must have seen that I was concentrating on something, she said,” What are you concentrating so hard on?” I said,” Nothing just thinking about history.” She said,” always concentrating on something huh? Well what do you think Kevin was trying to tell us?” I said,” I bet its nothing much, hurry we are going to be late for class.” We made it to class before the bell rang, but we had to sit on the last two seats. At the cafeteria I noticed Austin staring at Amanda as usual. But she hadn’t noticed yet.
ENG 103-04 Essay September 11, 2012 I wasn’t always motivated to excel in my school work. Years back I didn’t care about school or anything I was hanging with the wrong crowd and playing the part as being a bad child. My mother I always wanted me to change and get focused about life but I was already too far gone. One day I stepped into my class and my whole demeanor changed. I met a woman named Mrs. Renee Troupe Clear.
Part 1 At one point in high school my grades were below par which didn’t really make my parents happy. They decided to enroll me into a tuition center where may other kids take tuitions during the school holiday. One week in, I didn’t have a single friend, probably because I’ve always been a really shy person. I sat outside reading before my morning class. I looked up and noticed this girl was moving towards me, she engaged into conversation with me and then told me she thought I was real good looking and that definitely was an ego booster, she then suddenly left and I never saw her again because that was my last summer school class.
Her friends wouldn’t talk to her, and everyone ignored her. No one wants to listen to Melinda’s explanation, and she doesn’t even feel like talking to anyone about that night. She is keeping everything she wants to say bottled up inside her and because of this she has no friends. When she goes for the first day of high school she has no one to sit with. Her best friend Rachel didn’t even sit with Melinda that day.
At first I was surprised because not many people were there, but I arrived around 8:35. Then all of a sudden thousands of students, staff, and neighbors came to join in on the silent walk. On the small walk across Stanford mall where the first guest speakers were, many students were acting very “unsilent,” probably because they knew that for the next 30 minutes they could not talk at all. However, once Dr. Chris Hogan began to speak the crowd died down in its rowdiness. Dr. Chris Hogan’s speech was just the same one it seems that is told by everyone at the counseling center, but I guess those people that need the help have to be told more than once so in order to get the nerve to go and get the help needed.
Once we arrived, I could tell it was much different than any one I have been to in the States. There were no doors to close classrooms, but old rusted gates that swung open and closed instead. Damp, cement walls and floors carried a musty smell through the school from it raining all day. You could hear the cheers of the school kids playing outside, but an eerie silence fell over our group of girls as we walked through the hallways. Some kids would just watch us as we passed by their classrooms and others would yell things in Spanish to us.
We hugged and I left. *2 Months Later* I attend school at Mobile City Middle School. Everyone thinks I am strange and no one talks to me. Mr. and Mrs. Williams think I am a shy girl; all I asked for from them were books. I felt loved, but was depressed.