Reynolds
ENGL 1010-01N
8 Oct. 2015
Taken for Granted: America
We as individuals are very quick to look only at the bad sides of situations. We are sometimes only able to see the things that we do not have and overlook the things that we do. We take for granted things like freedom, equality, and being able to gain an education. Many forget that these things are not guaranteed to others that live in different places. I realized how fortunate I am to live in America when I met someone from another country. When I met this person in junior high my eyes were opened to my many blessings.
Out of all my years in school, seventh grade was the year I enjoyed the most and developed the most as an individual. I enjoyed seventh grade …show more content…
White taught Language Arts and she was tough. She did not play around and did not mind writing someone up and sending them to the office. Mrs. White also did not have much patience, after she told you something once, she expected you to remember it. After having an extremely boring Social Studies class, an exciting Science class, and a tough English class with an even tougher teacher, we would then go to math.
Math class was the most balanced. We learned a lot and was also able to have fun. This class was the class where we all settled down and reflected on the jokes and crazy things we did throughout the day. As time got closer to two-forty, we began to pack up and line up in the hall to go to the buses. In the bus hall we were not allowed to make a sound. Once outside students that lived near the school went to their buses on the right, and students that lived away from the school went to their buses on the left. Getting on the buses marked the end of our school day.
I woke up another day ready to have fun. I went to school and did my normal routine. I stood in the breakfast line and watched for my friends. In Mrs. Collin 's class I took notes as usual and before you knew it I was in Coach Irvin 's class ready to have …show more content…
I moved to the seat next to her and asked her name. She responded, "Selmy." Immediately after her response I noticed that she had an accent, and I asked her where she was from. She told me that she was from, "Mexico and Arizona". With an amazed looked on my face I began to ask more questions, but I realized she did not really understand. I noticed as I asked her questions that required more than a yes or no answer she would just smile and nod. As awkward as it was I just smiled in agreeance because I did not want her to feel bad for not understanding. Afraid to pressure her, or to make her feel uncomfortable I stopped asking her