Crooked 2nd Grade: A Short Story

As an observer who often sees students getting in trouble for what they have done, I never would have thought that one day, the student would be me. I am unable to recall exactly what day of the year it was, but I remember what happened clearly. That day, everything seemed to go so well; I had a great day with my friends and the school day was coming to an end. Suddenly that evening, at 2:12 PM, my day began to get worse, as if I got jinxed. During passing period before my last class, I decided to go use the restroom and unsurprisingly, the girls restroom was packed. By the time I got to class, I remember clearly that I had arrived a second or two after the last bell had rung. That day, my teacher happened to be standing by the door during passing period and when I got to class she said, “I want you to write me a page on why you

The story I am analyzing is ”Seventh grade” is a story made by Gary Soto. This short story is fiction because although Gary Soto relates to Victor, the main character, the events are unreliable. Gary Soto wrote this short story for the sole purpose of entertaining the audience made of middle schoolers. The theme of this short story is what really grabs the attention of readers because the readers are able to relate. With that being said, or in this case typed, the theme is that it is nerve wracking talking to your crush. The point of view of this story is third person limited which means that the narrator is not part of the story but instead is told through the eyes of one of the characters. Although if the story was third person omniscient

School has always been an important part of my family's life. My parents worked several jobs to make sure my three siblings and I had what we needed for school. My grandmother always lectured us about doing well so we could get into a nice college - an opportunity she never had. I remember watching my older brother go off to kindergarten and throwing tantrums because I wanted to go too. My mother made sure we all knew our alphabet and nursery rhymes before we even got into school. We grew up with some disadvantages, but my family did what they could so that we were on the same playing field as all the other kids.

While I was waiting sitting in a room full of colorful posters about behavior with lots of paper shelf's,the principal was thinking what was she going to do with me and trying to contact my parents to tell them about

My high school days are frustrating to say the least. In my classes, laughter and contentment, and sometimes boredom fill my mind and body; however, walking in the halls is a different story. Filled with inconsiderate students, my mind and body fill with anger when I see the most aggravating act that the school holds. (Exaggeration)

I am Mr. LaBreck. I am not the Principal of Chocksett Middle School in the Wachusett Regional School District. I am just an ordinary man who lives on a farm with an ordinary house. And ordinary animals. But something out of the ordinary happened

My junior year began relatively normal. I was successfully running REACH, the religious club I began, taking on more responsibilities, and even had the standard “OhMyGodWhyAmITakingSoManyAPs” breakdown. But beneath the surface, things were different. My classes were being taught through a rigid curriculum, not offering any time for discussion or input. The vibrant classrooms I had grown to love were now sterile, coated in initiatives from the district. And one morning, almost instantaneously, things began to make sense.

It was second grade,I remember it like it was yesterday. The worst day of second grade. The day started out just fine with me eating breakfast,starting with oatmeal and a glass of milk. I rode the bus and my stomach started to rumble and I was feeling weird. It went away after a little while. When lunch rolled around things started to change.

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

Growing up I was what I would consider a typical kid. Getting into trouble, doing things I probably shouldn’t have. Pretty much lived my life a little wild before the age of 20. The year was 2010 and what was about to happen was totally unexpected but the outcome was completely worth it. His name is Jiovanni Dwayne Plata and the day he was born was the greatest day of my life.

Quite a while ago, I was taking 8th grade at Correia Middle School. It was a few months into the 2nd semester, and I already lost my phone because I had a “D” in one of my classes, and only my computer was available to use for entertainment and resources (my sister and I had computers that we could use for recreation and homework, but my sister’s was taken away at the time), so my sister and I had to share it. My dad put a password on the computer that we had so we don’t use it for non-productive stuff when we’re supposed to be doing homework, chores, or other things we do daily. But one day, before my dad was going to karate classes, he forgot to log the computer off before he left the house. After waiting until he drove out of sight, I did one of the most regretful things. I snuck

If you knew anything about Penelope Wood you wouldn’t expect her to be lying dead on the cold cement just meters away from the last incident, and yes this isn’t the first time someone has “committed suicide” at Middle Park High. I find it absurd that anyone would ever think she would purposely climb to the top of the science block and jump, like what makes those stupid cops think it was a suicide? Not to mention only the teachers had keys to the stairs after what Thomas did. Something like this would never have crossed her mind and I most definitely know this because she was my friend, not just because she was the only one who stuck by when everyone else harassed me after my Mother made me cut my hair like a boy but because we were almost the

He then did something I do not like he dumped my desk. My friend and I were not the most mature kids so we had usually bad notes and pictures in our desks. What I did not know was my friend also put them all in my desk before the teacher dumped it. I got in trouble and suspended for a week. That day I also made a new enemy and lost a good

I feel happy and relaxed as my legs brush up against the scratchy slate gray carpet. I look up and see colorful chewed pieces of gum stuck underneath the brown wooden table. The smell of popcorn and cookies mix with the stench of sweaty children. Screaming children can be heard in the distance but the hum of the air conditioning is the most prominent sound filling my ears. Touching the soft reality escaping portal my hands lie still. My eyes wander and there are kids reading, talking, and even sleeping. I feel safe within these four boring gray walls filled with colorful Picasso like papers dominating the eyes of the viewers. I pick up an object next to me that is cold against my warm palm. I bring it to my lips and the sweet bubbly caffeine trickles down my throat. Peace and comfort are felt in this small corner under this desk.

It was mid-afternoon, right after lunch, when I met someone special. There was the wind blowing. The kids were screaming like they were zoo animals. The sun was high in the sky, beating down on everyone. Somewhere across the school, I could hear the 2nd graders going back in the school, loud and clear. I could still hear screaming once I put my hands over my ears. The teacher yelled at them to be quiet but they didn't stop until half down the hallway. I kept saying to myself, “Ugh….. second graders” for a while with my hands still over my ears. I took my hands off, came back to reality, screaming kids, loud and clear.