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Analysis Of The Book ' Michael '

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“Michael!” Mrs. Caldwell yelled while trying to control her less than controlled first grade classroom. “Michael! Please come sit down.” Play period had ended and now it was story time. All the kids were gathered in a half circle around the teacher’s rocking chair, except one: Michael Phelps. He was completely consumed by the fish moving around in the tank on the windowsill. As he stood there ecstatically jumping around by the fish, Mrs. Caldwell’s patience was running thin. “Michael if you don’t come sit down right now you will have to sit in the fail chair.” Nobody wanted to sit in the fail chair. Once a student made it there they had to sit and think about the way they failed to do what was asked of them for the whole second recess. He immediately turned around with a devilish grin on his face and crawled over the circle the students had so neatly made. He unconsciously stepped on the other student fingers while he eagerly made his way to Mrs. Caldwell’s feet. It was obvious he had a hard time focusing and listening to directions. Story time was the biggest hassle of them all. It meant he had to sit still for twenty whole minutes without saying a word. His teacher’s efforts were hardly working and she told his mother he would never be able to focus on anything (). What would it take for this rambunctious kid to settle down? At home, Michael spent most of his time running around in the back yard destroying things. He caught tadpoles in the stream out back and would bring

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