Creative Writing: What Happened In Mrs. Price's Classroom

However, the class environment is much different which causes Charlotte to change the way that she views her extravagant teacher. The new classroom could be described to have an environment that was based upon hostility and disdain. Miss Hancock is the new target of mockery, she is given no respect. Charlotte begins to take part in the antics of her new class. Miss Hancock raises her arms and a boy yells “‘let us pray’”. (5) Laughter exploded within the room and Charlotte joined as she “snickered fiercely” (5) behind her duo tang folder. The pressure of the entire class laughing has an impact on Charlotte that causes her to disrespect Miss Hancock by joining in. The new environment is beginning to cause Charlotte to change the way that she had initially treated Miss Hancock. Furthermore, the new student-created environment causes Charlotte to fear speaking to Miss Hancock publicly. As a result of this, Charlotte arranges to speak to Miss Hancock after class as she “wanted to be sure that [the conversation] would not be witnessed.” (5) The new environment has pressured Charlotte into avoiding contact with Miss Hancock as she likely wants to avoid being also mocked by her classmates. The class has changed Charlotte’s character by indirectly causing her to fear interacting with Miss

Meet Melinda, She's is attending her first day of 9th grade at Merryweather High, And it did not go so well. All her old friends don't talk to her. Other students laugh at her. Rachel says she hates her. Melinda really wants to tell everything to Rachel, but she can’t speak. Melinda calls her English teacher Hairwoman, because she hides behind all her hair. Melinda's doesn’t like her Social Studies teacher, she calls him Mr. Neck. Lunch went pretty bad. She didn't have anybody to sit with because all her old friends are mad at her for what she did, then a guy hits Melinda with food and then she ran out of the lunchroom. Mr. Neck makes Melinda stop, and expects an answer but since she can't speak,she gets in trouble. After that, she had Art

Laurie, at first, did not seem at all interested. But when Laurie’s father and I both said that we knew that he was Charles, he just stared at us. “Laurie, or should I say Charles,” said Laurie’s father, “Your mother and I are very upset at your behavior.” “Lying to us is never the right thing to do. Not to talk about all the other trouble you have caused. Kicking the teacher, yelling in the classroom, being fresh, and telling other kids to say swear words is absolutely not ok Laurie!” I could see that Laurie felt a sense of fear. “Laurie,” I said, “Your father and I are going to have to punish you for what you have done. But first, we need you to apologize to your teacher and all of the students for your behavior during the past couple weeks. Do you know what it means to apologize?” “It means to say sorry,” said Laurie. “Correct,” I said. “So when you go to school today, I will ask your teacher to give you a chance to have a word

One day, Melinda tries to run away from Mr. Neck, and she finds a janitor's closet that hasn't been used in a long time. She thinks it's a perfect hiding spot and she also cleans it up after school. Later that day, Melinda went to a pep rally with Heather ,even though she didn’t want to go. Some girls behind her asks if she the one that called that cops at Kyle Rodgers end-of-the-summer party. At dinner one night, Melinda's parents get on Melinda's back about her grade and that she can do better. After Melinda leaves her parents start to fight. Melinda decides to at least try. She starts focusing in science class. Her science teacher, Ms. Keen, is very smart. So is David Petrakis, Melinda's lab partner. Mr. Stetman, Melinda's algebra teacher, is also very smart, but he can't convince the class why they need to know algebra. Heather joins a group, called the Marthas. The Marthas make Heather decorate the teachers lounge for Thanksgiving. Heather convinces Melinda to help her. When Marthas come into the lounge to see what Heather did, they aren't happy to see Melinda. Heather says Melinda is the first person at school to talk to her. Siobhan (one of the Mathas) says, "She's

The ability to produce a good paper is one that comes with time. It is a meticulous process involving many elements, each requiring a great amount of attention. Although good writing takes a lot of effort, completing a great piece can be very satisfactory. The skill of good writing can be carried over throughout your entire life, making it a very valuable ability to acquire.

Throughout the course of this semester, I have learned so much about writing. I used to think writing was my best skill in terms of school, but after taking this course, I realized I have a lot to learn still. In high school English was always my highest grade because of my writing, my writing in my SAT scores was always the highest, and last semester in ENGL 1301, I got a high A in the course. But this course has challenged me as a writer to think outside of the box and be more academically smarter in terms of writing. The journals have helped me write about things that we like more than the other assignments because it gives us more freedom and flexibility about what we can write about. These journals are being used as a tool as practice

I drove slowly down the winding small gravel driveway surrounded by tall trees and forest that led to St. Agnes Cane Hill Psychiatric Hospital. I had been sent a letter by the director Mr. Jonathan Hammond, in the letter the kindly informed me that my great aunt Carolynne had passed away and since I was her only living relative it was up to me to come collect her belongings or they would be thrown away.

During lunch in the cafeteria, I didn’t eat my lunch. The flashbacks of Mrs. Price with that uncaring face make me feel disappointed and hurt. I’m not hungry because of those feelings whirling inside me. Phyllis Lopez, who’s on the other end of the room, stares at me in disbelief and disgust of her sweater being worn by me.

But I feel like I have to have an answer to why Mrs. Price was so mean to me, but it’s too late! It’s time to go home, and the buses have arrived. When I was walking toward the bus Mrs. Price looked at me and said, “You look like you’re thinking why I was very mean to you today, especially on your birthday, am I right? ’’ “Yes Mrs. Price I said.” “Well Rachel I was mean and unfair to you today because, I wanted to see if you were mature to be a eleven year old, “said Mrs. Price. “Oh, um, I thought…never mind.” I said. But why would Sylvia Saldivar say the red sweater was mine if Mrs. Price wanted to see if I was mature to be a eleven year old, I thought to myself. Right now you probably might be thinking why Sylvia Saldivar told me that the sweater was yours, right,” said Mrs. Price. “Yes Mrs. Price,” I replied. “Well, Sylvia wasn’t in this plan at all, I found this red sweater in court room, and I knew it was Phyllis Lopez’s sweater but Phyllis Lopez didn’t even look when I said, “Whose is this” so then, at the same time Sylvia Saldivar said it was yours, so that’s when I started to test you,” said Mrs. Price. “Wow,” I said to myself. I started tearing up, like when mama cuts the onion, I didn’t ever think Mrs. Price would test me!

After we got back to the classroom, Mrs. Price called me up to her desk. “Rachel, I cannot believe you started a food fight in the middle of the cafeteria!” she exclaims. I told her all about Phyllis and Sylvia’s plan to embarrass me, and what Phyllis had said about me.

After Phyllis claims her sweater, we go to lunch. All I could think about was how mad I was at Mrs. Price. When lunch ended, we went back to the classroom. I was so mad at Mrs. Price I had to say something. I stormed up to Mrs. Price’s desk and said, ‘’ How can you even remember me wearing the sweater when it’s not even mine?!” I went on and on until Mrs.Price stopped me. Mrs. Price said, “ Rachel! Come with me right now!” I knew that wasn’t a good sign. Mrs. Price and I walked for a while until they got to their destination… The principal’s office. All of the sudden, I felt even more sick than before. Once Mrs. Price and I walked in, there was no sign of the principal. Then the most embarrassing part of the day happened. Since there

She arrived only a minute before the bell rang and took her usual seat next to Carl, a football jock who didn't uphold his typically wanted stereotype, he was a nice guy to her and had even hung out with her and her friends a few times. She only greeted him and focused on the board when the school bell rang, Mr. Hendricks had yet not arrived which was odd since he never really left the class, so it surprised more than half of the class when Olen stepped through the door, folders in hand. She stared intently at him but he paid no mind to her because he laughed awkwardly at the class for being

”Well, it was a week before school started; all of the teachers were talking in the lobby. A few of us have not eaten yet, me included. Therefore, Mr. Carter and I walked over to the fridge and he grabbed the last burrito. I walked back to the table with him, expecting to be offered at least half of the burrito but he did not even bother. I was stuck there eating chips and rice while he was enjoying stuffing his face. You can imagine how mad I was.

Forbes realised the Proctor most likely watched the battle from the safety of an isolated control room, laughing at their endeavours as he planned more atrocities. Without him dead, his ideology would live on and the attack on Earth a certainty. He felt the futility of his plan and its failure.

We walked to the cafeteria, and I sat in my usual spot. I was glaring at Phyllis and Sylvia. They were eating spaghetti, milk, beans, and a bag of chips. I stormed toward them, and grabbed a mixture of beans and chips. Sylvia and Phyllis were staring me down like a deer in headlights. I threw the food, and I kept throwing more and more until there was none left. Stop! Sylvia shrieked. I looked up, and there was more food on them instead of their trays. I snapped back into reality and sat confused at what I did and why I did it. Immediately, they ran out to get Mrs. Price. I panicked and sprinted and hid in a place in the vents I called my “panic room”.