Brown Draining: A Short Story

Once the security officer left my classroom, the 10th grader looked at me and giggled. He added a disdainful remark: “Good enough for you.” In

In both Erin’s and Jamie’s school, there was a fundamental distrust of the students by the faculty and a fundamental distrust of the faculty by the students. This environment led to a disconnect between the faculty’s methods

As I got my nerve back I asked the boy who he was. He introduced himself as Burris Ewell. He wasn’t too bright. I asked him how to spell his name. But the imbecile couldn’t. I looked up my medical book to find how to get rid of cooties, before suggesting that he was to go home and wash his hair. Burris didn’t like my suggestion that the other students might catch them. He stood up and glared at me. Only then I saw how dirty he really was. He was in dire need for a bath. There was no way he was coming into my classroom again like that.

“ You’re a- how shall I put it? A thorn in several teachers sides. Your presence disturbs their instruction.”. (211)

At 1:00 p.m. I entered into Evoline C. West Elementary school on Thursday, July 12 2012 for an interview with Mrs. Yolanda Lawrence. As I entered the classroom, I was greeted by Mrs. Lawrence, the head teacher in this classroom. Mrs. Lawrence has no assistant at this present because of it being in the summer. After I entered into the classroom, the entire class welcomed me with “hello Ms. Flournoy”. It made my day to see all of those smiley faces greeting me. This was a 2nd grade classroom which consisted of 17 students of which 8 were girls and 9 were boys. This interview and observation was a total of 2

I frantically searched my desk, underneath my chair, and inside my backpack, and it wasn’t before long that my classmates began snickering. Confused, I demanded to know why they were laughing. At first, they didn’t bother to answer me, and instead continued in their self-sustained amusement. After being harassed for the entire school year, this was the last straw for me; the panic induced by my missing belongings and the increasing frustration of being ignored pushed me into a very desperate state of fight or flight mode. However, in this case, I chose to both fight and

Often times it’s the student’s needs and the school being unable to meet the student’s needs that lead to the student being disciplined. Kids who are behind academically, and unable to perform at the same level as their peers often act out in frustration or humiliation (Noguera, 2003). Once these students are labelled as difficult, incorrigible, and unteachable they tend to believe these things about themselves and act out more in class which leads to a cycle of discipline that can ultimately lead to permanent expulsion. For some of these students, these continued rule violations lead to run-ins with the police and the criminal justice system. School administrators who are at times frustrated themselves from failed attempts to steer children from a “bad path” don’t realize that in throwing their hands up and giving up on these students, are in a way helping shuttle students from school to the penitentiary (Noguera, 2003).

While waiting for the court date I would not be allowed to teach. I stepped out in the hallway and was suddenly attacked by questions, accusations, and horrible stares. Not only had the students heard, but so had Kelly’s parents and they were not happy with me. Her dad approached me quickly, making me think that he was going to hit me, but instead grabbed my wrist and pulled me aside from the crowd that was quickly gathering. The anger in his voice was very apparent when he sharply asked, “What kind of man are you?”

When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for a student to have a voice when deciding whether a given punishment is too cruel for the given action. The student, A student should be able to decide a fair punishment for the accusation. The accused student should appeal before a court to their fellow peers. Teachers should hear what the students have to say and not ignore our complaints.

As the tower grew, gravity took its course and the tower toppled over. Frustrated, Regina picked up a marshmallow and chunked it at my face, hitting me in the eye. Embarrassed and overwhelmed, all I could do was cry. After this experience, I knew I did not want to spend the next six ears with the church like this. Instead, I got involved in the youth group and worked hard to build the bond between the two schools. I am so glad I did not settle for the bad situation the youth were in and instead used my experience with bullying to create something better for me and future generations at that

When my friend dropped me of that night, I had a bad feeling and felt like consequences were soon to come my way. As I entered my house quietly, I intended to shower as quickly as possible and jump straight into bed. Right when I closed the door behind me, a feeling of sickness struck me. As hard as I tried, I just couldn’t keep the vomit down. It exploded out of my mouth and went everywhere. Immediately after, my parents woke up to a drunken son laying on the ground in his very own puke. This was the beginning of the end for my popular self.

Have you ever be humiliated in front of your classmates? Just try to remember the embarrassing feeling when you read a part of your speech wrong. The ones who always protected us from being mocked were our lovely conservator teachers. But this time it was different. A Teacher from a Brooklyn School caused a child trauma for a seven-year-old girl.

The day right from the start seemed like a good day so I went about smiling and walked blissfully to my normal seat next to my friends. We prepared for the coming classes that day. The deafening bell sounded and we were on our way to start the actual day. My classmates and I walked joyfully through the hallways, joking and laughing before reaching our first period destination. I made my way to the front of the classroom and sat down. The air was crisp so I took out my jacket and put it on. Our teacher walked in a few minutes late and started to take attendance. The whole classroom focused on him. After he finished taking attendance, he slowly reached down into a drawer and pulled out a stack of papers. I stared in disbelief. The stack of papers he pulled out was actually a pop-test. I took the pop-test trying to recall everything that we had learned over the course of two weeks. I focused on the test for most of the class period and finally turned it in. The morning weather seemed to just be a ruse. This was not a blissful or good day; it took a turn for the worst. I sat there in the chilling room trying to think of something else to keep

So it’s March 24th 2016, I just got back from shopping all day with my aunt. I bought this gorgeous navy blue Ralph Lauren dress and it was only 40 dollars normally 200! Sadly my mind was in a fashion universe and I couldn’t stop thinking how it was going to look on me when I wore it on Easter. So by the time my aunt finally dropped me off at my high-rise this sudden urge of peeing my shorts hit me, and I couldn’t let that happen. So I handed the dress to the guard at the front door. I then started Criss crossing my legs one after till I reached the bathroom. As soon as I got there I threw my shorts to the floor and my phone flew out of my back pocket but I thought it hit the floor,so I was thinking to myself “please don't

George the elephant walked down to his usual watering hole for a drink, Terry the toad was sitting on his log in the water when he heard what sounded like “a bull in a china shop” said Terry the toad. when george reached the watering hole he bent over to take his drink when he noticed Terry the toad sitting on his log George did not look happy to see the grog in his watering hole as he picked up his head saying “whats a toad like you doing in my watering hole?” asked george, Scowerly Terry replied with the answer that he had floated down the great river on that log and had ended up in the calm peaceful watering hole. george still had that look of disapproval in his big head asking Terry “why should i let a toad stay in my watering hole?” Terry