My+Education

=1. I started education when I was 4 at Sunningdale Elementary school, I graduated grad 8 during the spring of 2011 at Sunningdale, and moved on to high school at A.E. Peacock collegiate during the fall of 2011. I am presentably in grad 11, at Peacock. At Peacock I have been on the Honor Role for the grade 9 and 10. =
 * =2. This is an accomplishment I made in my CWEX class, this is my vision board. The vision board is set up to help me picture my goals and future plans. The pictures to the right are all the things I would like to accomplish in my life, the pictures also define me.= || [[image:staplesmiranda/vision board.jpg width="490" height="258"]] ||


 * [[image:winter snipped.PNG width="439" height="301"]][[file:Winter.pdf]] || =3. In my grade nine year I published my short story "Winter" into the young writers of Saskatchewan. This was a great accomplishment, there were only a few that got chosen and it was a great honor to have mine I there!= ||

You go from knowing everyone in your class, to knowing not even the soul sitting next to you. You look around and see all new faces, all new personalities. You think you know what to except but you’re wrong, you come here and you don’t have a clue, not even a hint on what it will be like. People will tell you what to expect, but it’s always different from their point of view. I walk in with high nerves. I can feel my scared little heart pounding away with a beat. I look around and see all new people laughing and discussing about their mornings to their friends. They are all dressed up, like they have been staring at all there cloths for days, wondering what to wear on this mysterious morning. I slowly walk pass them, my legs shacking wondering if they will talk to me. One of the girls look back to smile, I gave a warm smile back as I kept walking. I finally see Leighton, the only person I expected to be here. He looks at me and waves me down to come closer. As I pick up my pas to get to him, I notice all his friends. They smile as they go on with their conversations about school. I join in and just listen, I absorb all there personalities by the way they talk or the way they look at each other. Then the bell rings. As I walk into the huge building standing before me, I notice all the scared with excitement faces around me. Leighton and I split up as we see our other friends from a distance; I sit the front row with some kids from elementary. The teachers come in, they call our names one by one, and one by one we walk down the long frightening isle with fear that someone will say something. All of a sudden I hear my name, “Miranda Staples” they say with a rushed voice. I felt alarmed when they said it like I was in trouble, It Reminded me that from now on I am a peacock student. I stood up and walked away with the class. By; Miranda Staples
 * //__ First Day of School __//

|| =4. The left is an essay I wrote about the first day of school.= ||