A They Belong In A High-Class Homeroom

Because nobody knew what role everybody in the class played, there were underlying tensions that lead to distrust. Personally, I could not trust anybody, not even my closest friends in the class. I felt like I was always being watched. Being worried

Elyar, my best friend had just told me ,Ricky, was now gonna tell the principal what I done. It didn't occur to me this was going to happen when I punched his brother ,Duke . Oh, God my dad is gonna kill me. His brother told me my sister, Sanai looked like a flat tire. I was so protective over my sister I couldn't take it. But, maybe I would be off the hook with my dad because I was defending her. Sanai most of the time thought I was her police because I would stick up for her. But, because dad was working 12 and a half hours each day it was my job to protect her. Next year when im in middle school she wont have

Ever since I was a little kid, and growing up in the grade school, I saw the students a grade above me as the “big kids.” I would look up to them and try to be just like them. I can remember being in the fifth grade and wishing I was a sixth grader because they were older than me and they had, what felt like, more authority over everyone in the grade school. Last year, during my junior year in high school, I was still looking up to them. Of course, they were all some of my very good friends, but I still felt like they had more authority over me. When they graduated, I felt different. It took until about halfway through the first nine-weeks to realize I have authority over every student in the school, and there were

I think that Angie asking about homeroom in absolutely NOT a dumb question for several reasons. To start off Augustus has never been to an actual school as stated in the book so most of the school terms that those kids are used to augment is not. Auggie, was a ordinary boy that had been homeschooled all his life up to the present time they are living in auggie doesn't know anything much about regular school.In conclusion Auggie asking about homeroom is not a dumb

I was in 11th grade, and I was taking Latin, which many considered to be a rigorous. I enjoyed Latin because my teacher made it extremely fun, so I was always excited to be in class. We were taking an exam, and my friend was attempting to communicate with someone and I thought she had called my name. As a result, I looked up and nodded my head. After the test, my teacher asked us both to step out and accused us of cheating. He explained that he did not want to embarrass us in class that’s why he asked us to step out after the test. I was immediately offended. I have never cheated on an exam, and after knowing him for over a year and a half I was extremely upset that he would even think that I was capable of cheating.

The next day, as promised, she handed out a short pop quiz. It was not as challenging as she tried to make it sound. It presented only five multiple choice questions on it. Once we finished our quizzes, she told us to read the next chapter silently. Once I finished my quiz at the speed of light, I decided to finish other homework, since I preferred to read at home anyway. So while the rest of my class was reading, I worked on homework. Thirty minutes later, I completely finished all of my other assignments, so I decided to start reading the chapter. After nearly two paragraphs in, my teacher interrupted the class to see if everyone finished reading the chapter. Unknown to me, the chapter was fairly short and everyone, but me, finished it. Raising my hand slowly, I told her that I had not finished reading. Everyone in my class turned around and stared at me. The teacher asked me how far I was in the chapter and how much time I needed to

The catastrophe Friend David Sedaris, in his essay "A Plague of Tics” explains how he had been living with obsessive compulsive disorder that afflicted him from elementary school through college in a jesting method with numerous details. He begins his essay by describing his behaviors in elementary school with his teacher Chestnut, and how he was very annoying in her class and his house. He illustrates that he cannot control himself from doing weird things such as pounding the mailbox or press his nose against the doorknob. In addition, he says that the obsessive compulsive disorder also followed him through college that made very afflicted situations with his roommate. Sedaris states that his nervous habits disappeared about the same

Classroom, I decide to use the restroom. When I came back, a girl accused me of stealing her

It all started when one day, when Jonathan decided to pull my skirt up while I was throwing away some trash in the wastebasket. As he did so I pushed him off me, and at the same time the teacher saw the commotion that was going on. The teacher didn’t allow me to explain why I had reacted that way. Instead of letting Jonathan or any other peers give the explanation on the incident, she got up from her chair furious. She grabbed me by the shirt and slapped me on my back leaving a mark.

I get to school and see Cherry walking with some of her friends. I waved. She looked at me with a pleading face and turned the corner. I shook it off and walked on in to school. My first class is english. I walk into class and my teacher confronts

I had finally had enough of Anna, so i told my mom and dad what had been going on, mom said “well im proud of you and jessica for being the bigger person about all of this mess, so i will talk to your principal tomorrow morning”. I was having a normal day no jessica problems in matter in fact i have not seen her all day until… They called me down to the office as if i was in trouble, but really is was my dad picking me up for the day, because my mom had died. I was too worried about Anna, that i didn't even realize that my

I walk to the kitchen and everybody is eating breakfast like nothing had happened last night. Maiguru was sitting with Babamukuru like nothing had happened. That is ajabu but I just need to realize this was none of my job or business to intervene or bring up the situation. I sit right next to Nyasha and just like any meal here I am welcomed to so many different types of food and flavoring. No matter how long I stay here I will still be amazed by the assortment. The tension between Nyasha and her father was so thick that you could cut a knife through it. Everybody sat in silence except for Babamukuru and Maiguru who were having small talk about what their plan is for the day. As I am eating my toast Babamukuru asks me “so how has school been?” I look up shocked by his question because I never thought he would actually care. But it makes sense that he would want to know since I was here to take my brother's spot and get an education. I give him a blank stare for a moment and finally answered “Really good I am enjoying my time here and am glad to get an education”. “That is good,” Babamakurus says. Nyasha looks right at me like she can see right through me almost as if I was glass she knew I was lying right through my

The day went on as it usually did, with tutors coming in and out for different subjects. Suddenly, the writing tutor came in. She told us that she was handing back our essays (every week we write essays that she eventually grades). She called out names for people to get their essays. I kept anticipating my name to be called out next, but it never came. Confused, I walked up to her and asked her for my essay. She said she didn't have it, but that she would look for it during my next class. My math teacher then came in, signaling the start of math

My father noticed on the caller id it was my school calling. He looked towards me then answered. The principle explained my grades were bad and needed to arrange a parent, teacher, and principal conference. After scheduling the appointment, he confirmed with my mother. She yelled “I’m going alone!! I tried to convince her that it was an error but she didn’t believe me. The following day she rushed to the school. I began to sweat. I knew my mother had a zero tolerance for anything wrong that I was doing in school. As the conference started. I was asked the first question by my principal, he said ‘’ Mackenson what is going on?’ The class stared in fear for me. I answered ‘nothing’. My mother had no time to waste. She asked my principle, “is there any errors on his report card?’’ He responded no. By the blink of an eye, my mother reached in her purse and took out a belt. I had a panic attack. I knew it was going to be the worst day off my life. I was embarrassed. She spanked me in front of everyone.my reputation had been destroyed. A couple weeks

With us thinking that no one would understand this language, I wrote “Little does he know that I filled up his water bottle for him before the class had started and it wasn’t fountain water, it was toilet water, fresh off the pot!! HAHA!” so we kinda got what we had thought was revenge for taking our phones. Once he grabbed our paper, he had then got even more angry towards us. Then told us that he already understood what this language and with us not knowing that we used Egyptian codes, and him being a history teacher, would be able to know what it meant. All 3 of us were sent down to the office with our phones with us. Once we got down to the assistant principal's room, all 3 of us had said that it was our fault so it came down to the interrogation one by one by one repeating that 2 more times, then I finally told the Assistant Principal and my 2 friends beside me something that I will never forget “These 2 guys next to me, they are the best friends that I ever had, I was the one that filled up his water bottle with toliet water. Please let them go, because they had no idea that I had done that, and I take full responsibility for my actions and I