Effects Of Childish Laughter Essay

The principal’s final verdict was so crushing that it left a lump in my throat. My childhood years of trouble making never caught up to me; I never thought it would. Every year, I would end up in one incident or another, but the result was simply a slap on the wrist. This time, there was no escaping punishment. I was to have in-school suspension for three days.

Sixth grade was the year we indulged our childish impulses. We played at recess (now only ten minutes long) swinging tetherballs and jumping off of slides (sorry Ms. C). It was our first step into the harsh jungle of No. 2 pencils, algebra, and dare I say it?.upper class eighth graders. Once again, we were at the bottom of the barrel. Let's get a show of hands. Who here remembers John Smith? Yeah those were the days.

    The form of communication created by the television is not only a part of how our modern society communicates, but is has changed public discourse to the point that it has completely redefined it, argued Neil Postman in his convincing book Amusing Ourselves to Death. He viewed this as very harmful, and additionally so because our society is ignorant of it as they quickly becomes engulfed in its epistemology. When faced with the question about whether the television shapes or reflects culture, Postman pointed out that it is no longer applicable because "television has gradually become our culture" (79). What kind of culture is this? Postman warned that it is one in which we

The principal then called my dad and told him all of what happened and I could have swore they were only on the phone for five minutes and my dad got there as soon as they hung up. My dad talked with the principal and the teacher for about ten minutes then we went home. I didn't go to school for the rest of the week and that saturday he went and bought a house here in Eastover and I

I attended fifth grade at Northside Elementary School, but was very excited to get over to Martha Brown Middle School!! I remember, even though I was excited to be in the sixth grade, I was nervous! I remember on the first day of middle school, I was lost trying to get to classes. I could not remember my locker combination and had to ask for help from the very tall Mr. O’Dell. I just felt that nervous because I could not remember what seat to sit in and the classes seemed like they were going to be difficult.

Soon enough preschool was over and here came our elementary school days. Everyone met many people in kindergarten. Many will be my friends throughout high school and beyond. Kindergarten was filled with arts and crafts, my portfolio, 2008 handprints, and stamped tee shirts. Suddenly kindergarten graduation was here, everyone was paired up and danced with a partner. First grade flew by and then came second grade with Ms. Foisy and Ms. Okabioshi. Ms. Okabioshi was one of the best teacher assistance we have ever had. Third and fourth grade with Mrs. Schuler and Ms. Ittes. These years were filled with warm fuzzies, a lot of reading and writing, and a lot of fun playing on the playground. The class watched Shilo and everyone hated the evil father. After that came fifth grade with Mr. Sifferman, also known as Millie’s cousin, he gave the hardest tests we have ever taken, but the most fun and memorable times we have had. After that year many people changed schools, I moved to California.

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

I slowly crawled out of the room I was in and took a seat at the dining table along with my sister. I was too frightened to confess, not knowing what would happen if I came clean. They promised I wouldn’t be in trouble, but I didn’t feel as if I could trust their words. About ten minutes later, I cracked and admitted to having eaten her food. Michelle took over the reins from my mother and began issuing out my punishment. I was to be spanked, grounded for two weeks, have my computer and iPod rights revoked for a month, and it was demanded that I write seven hundred lines of, “I must not tell lies to adults.” I endured, but after that entire ordeal was over, Michelle was constantly looking over my shoulder. I found myself in trouble for even more bizarre claims after that. If I didn’t blink enough times while looking at her, I would be grounded. If I appeared frightened while looking at her, I would be grounded. If I told my mom my honest opinion on Michelle, I would, again, be grounded. I ended up being grounded for roughly a year for minor issues that didn’t truly matter. I never earned a grade less than an A in the three years I lived with them. I was in fact an honor roll student. I didn’t roll my eyes or throw attitude in contrast to my other sister and I only spoke when directly asked a question. I wasn’t a disobedient

Principal Hecktor looked at me, I was more ashamed than I had ever been in my entire life. “Please explain to me what happened. If you tell me the truth, the punishment will not be as harsh.” He said to me. The family pictures on his wall reminded me of my family. They looked so happy, unlike how mine would be once they found out what I had done. I looked up, tears in my eyes, and said; “Yesterday, I sold my ADHD medicine to other students, and you have no idea how sorry I am. I know I deserve the worst punishment, this is the most horrible thing I have ever done.” I looked down at the burgundy carpet, my tears dropping to my lap.

It was in that moment I was more proud of myself than I have ever been in my life. I had grossed out Vanessa and everyone knew it. She was miserable sitting across the room as I showed off my tooth to the rest of the class. The class cheered for me. I was the hero of the day. And Mrs.Armstrong was there at my side as my sidekick with her hand in my mouth. That was most definitely the best day of my second grade year.

I do not remember a lot from grade school. I although I do remember the science fair, Girl Scouts, and my friends. The science fair was always one of the things that my mom was good at fourth grade year my project was "Music and your blood pressure." Then I won third place in the next round. Overall the science fair is one of my favorite memories. My whole family siting around the living room listening to me practice my speech. I had been signed up for gross out to soon as I was old enough. We started going to cancel little bit more of a mirror in fourth grade. I remember going on scavenger hunts are finding leaves to press. One time we took a overnight trip to the Omniplex We slept under the airplanes. After six grade I was no longer in

I was sitting down at the wooden kitchen table doing my homework when my mom came into the kitchen and asks me to hurry into her room. I walked in worried that it might be a teacher calling her. Turns out, it was. The teacher wanted her to have a meeting with him, to see what we can do to bring my grade up or make progress.

It was a cold and cloudy winter day, and I had just hopped off the bus in front of my house. I knew my mother was inside and as soon as I entered those doors I knew she would ask for my behavior report. I wanted to watch TV and play video games so I was going to do it. I was going to lie, saying that I had not gotten in trouble, but allow me to rewind. Back in kindergarten, my teacher kept track of each person’s behavior for the day using a paper printout of a traffic light, and each person had a clothespin with his or her name on it pinned to the traffic light. Everyday everyone started with his or her clothespin on green, but if someone misbehaved that kid’s clothespin got moved to yellow; those who continued to disobey were moved to red. At the end of the day, the teacher would send home a behavior report stating if the child behaved and stayed on green or if they got moved to yellow, or red, and why. So my mother, being the wonderful parent she is, did not allow me to use anything electronic (watch TV, play video games, etc.) if I was moved to yellow. While I was never moved to red, I still managed to land on yellow about once a week. Now the stage is set for me to change my behavior report, all I had to do was wait for the perfect

As I think of my best day in school I come to the day when I was in seventh grade. On this day we had planned on a Medieval Times field trip. This was by far my best and most favorite day of school. There are many reasons why this memory of middle school stood out in my memories.

I choose to believe that every single person, no matter who it is should laugh hard every day. Laughing expresses some of your best feelings, such as friendliness! By laughing you are admitting that something was funny, right? That's why you should laugh!