How I Learned To Get In Trouble

My mother’s irate words echoed deep in my heart for years as I tried to understand the simple words she would constantly repeat to me, “When will you ever change?” As a child, I was well known for being that foolish kid who would be put in the back of the class with his seat facing the wall. Eyes facing a blank white wall, fingernails tapping the desk, head down, and the smell of exasperation in the air. I was the type of boy who would sprint through the hallways cackling, furthermore resulting in repeatedly get scowled at by teachers for my obscene and inordinate behavior. In hindsight, I realized Freshman year after pulling the fire alarm that my behavior needed to have a parameter and come to a complete termination. Consequently, I spent the entire Summer in my room contemplating my life and my decisions.

About four years ago, I was just starting my first year of high school. During my previous tenure in middle school, I was basically an average student with multiple C’s and barely passing classes. So when I entered high school, I was not that enthusiastic about it and I continued the trend of not really caring about my grades in the 9th grade. As I became more aware of the opportunities I could get by receiving good grades, I began to actually care more about school and tried to get good grades. I began to do something that I never did before,

In 7th grade I was unfocused, unprepared, and childish. I didn’t know my grades would have an impact on my high school career. I thought everything that happened in middle school stayed in middle school so I focused on useless drama. I used to blame my C’s on bad teaching but now I realize I have no one else to blame but myself. I was the one coming to school unprepared to work not my teachers. Now I know all of my grades count. I have blossomed into a person I am proud of. This year I’ve made it my mission to actually pass not just get by. I now sit promptly in the front of the class and take notes. I focus on test scores and grades not drama that’s not even going to matter next week. I now know what’s important and what I should just leave

Tip 1: Do not talk back to the teachers. If you talk back it only makes things worse and you could get in a lot of trouble. It will not help the issue so there is really no point at all and just making it harder for yourself so just be respectful to all your teachers.

The summer before I started 7 grade, was long and intimidating. I threw an end of the year party and my friends and I were playing outside. My friend Sia was jumping on the trampoline and she became frustrated with a soccer ball so she kicked it off and it landed right into the fire pit. Ever since then, my friends and I have joked that the flaming ball represents our junior high experience. There have been numerous accounts of where I have fallen up the stairs like a few days ago, went to the wrong class or made a complete fool of myself, especially in math class. 7 grade was just the beginning of two gruesome years at the junior high. At first it was an intimidating school, which I thought had secret hallways and now I can stroll down the halls without being afraid of some teacher screaming at me or students towering over me. Although, I guess students still tower over me so not much has changed. I’ve learned from my numerous mistakes, became a better student and person overall in the past 2 years.

Every student hates the sound of keys smacking against each other, the walkie-talkie screeching, and the principal’s heels hitting against the floor while she is walking down the hall. This was the sound I heard before getting in trouble. I got suspended for ten days for a verbal altercation. While suspended, I had to find a way to keep my grades up. This was really important to me because I never had horrible grades. With good grades, I knew that I could get in my dream school. While I was suspended I emailed all of my teachers begging them to prepare a work packet for me so my grades would not drop. I had to make a hard decision and let go of the many friends that I had. To obtain a new flock of friends I joined the cheerleading squad and

I really try my hardest in school to get the knowledge that I need to prepare me for college and for my future life after college. There are times in school that I really don't like the teacher that I have and would think that they might give me a bad grade just because they don't like me. Then after a couple days when I am on top of my class my attitude towards the teacher changes and so does my grade but don't worry it changes in a good way. There were times where my grade went down quite a bit because i got sick really bad. Even though I was sick I still tried to go to school so I don't get behind in my classes and miss school just from some dumb head ache or stomach pain. When I did get behind I always still caught back up with my work and

I still remember one of the first times I got into trouble at school. I was in the 4th grade, Mrs. Babinecs class and one day, I was messing around during classwith my best friend. We were always laughing and talking together in school and we still do the same today. Luckily, our assigned seats were right next to each other, which for us, was a miracle. We were learning something new in math and we were super bored so we started talking to each other and some others around us. Our teacher told us to stop and be quiet but we didn't care or listen. I remember her saying,

The eighth grade class is very fun but very immature. A few people get into trouble a lot and the whole class gets punished for it but not in all classes. In Religion class, Mr. Finn gives lines to the few people who talk or are disruptive. Since we are in eighth grade, the people who get lines get stressed out over finishing them because we are packed with homework, essays, and studying for quizzes and tests in preparation for high school. In addition to the all of our work, at home we have to fill

I’m put in 6th grade with the other students my age, I’m supposed to be in 7th grade, but I don’t say anything. All throughout the day my backpack and skirt get caught on the lockers as I try to avoid the stampede of students tearing down the halls. In my classes I grab the corner seats, huddling away and watching with wide eyes as the students chatter amongst themselves. They’re all rude and disrespectful in the way they address the teacher, but I seem to be the only one of this opinion if the way the teacher accepts this is any indication. But the day isn’t all that bad, none of my teachers make the students introduce themselves.

I’ve had problems with being rude and/or talking back to people. It has never really gotten me in trouble, except for this one day. I was in school and in an extremely bad mood. So bad I didn’t want to talk to anyone, no one talk to me or do anything. I was roaming the halls and the principal caught me and told me to go to class. I said no and ignored him like I was deaf. It wasn’t until he grabbed me so fast

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

This first nine weeks was a very good and odd experience and I say this because of the things I’ve saw.But somethings that I plan to do better or I’m sure I need to work on is my talking and communicating with my friends or classmates so it tends to have me not during work, or not finishing my work. Not only that I tend to not pay attention and class.And my progress I could say is good but not good enough because of the fact that in ms. Grimsley is my english 1 teacher.In her class I have an 62% and i know part of that is because of the fact that i can’t concentrate and i know part of that is my fault because I tend to talk in communicate with people that do not necessarily care about their work or grades.But I feel as if high school has made

I don’t think I’m a bad student, nor a bad person, I just think I have bad habits in the classroom, and that causes me to look like a bad student. I’ve been here (almost) every single day of both my first year and second year courses. The only day I’ve missed was a day I overslept my alarm, by 4 hours. I get up at 6:30 every morning, eat breakfast, get on the bus, and go to class. I usually get to sleep by midnight, so I’m definitely pretty tired. I come to class, fully awake and fully

I do everything I want to do. I even entered the football team and football is suppose to be a boys game, I just wanted to try it since none of the girls were in it. People talked about me saying how could i join a boys sports, so I partly joined it because I know that normal people are like that. They will hate, dislike, and question what you do then they will copy you. Its normally called jealousy which is why they don't like it at first because they don’t think they can do it, but then more people do it and they wanna be on all the trend so they copy. Anyways for my classes, school is too easy for me, I somehow manage to already know what we’re gonna be taught and it is quite entertaining watching my classmates answer things wrong like during math class when they answer a fully completely answer to what is the actual answer. I often answer things wrong on purpose because I don’t want to be put higher levels, I don’t want to cause attention towards me but yet I have all A’s in my report