How Is Snowball Into A Mountain Of Trouble?

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

In the novel, Animal Farm, George Orwell portrays Snowball as a more imaginative and inventive character. Napoleon was a poor leader and he didn't treat the animals on the farm fairly. Before Napoleon chased Snowball off the farm, Snowball co-operates with Napoleon and Squealer to organize Old Majors ideas into the principles of Animalism, and to reduce these to the Seven Commandments. It is Snowball who organizes the various Animal Committees and the classes in reading and writing, therefore showing interest in the other animals. Snowball also anticipates the first attack on Animal Farm and, having studied up on strategy. Snowball would have been a better leader than Napoleon and would have improved the lives of the animals on Animal Farm.

I pull out a chair right by Emma and put my chin in my palm. The teacher, Mr. Brown, started to teach which made me want to go to sleep. My eye hesitated to stay open then I heard a loud bang. Someone drop their chair on the floor which made me wide awake in this boring

“Who’s they?” he wanted to know. “Who, specifically, do you think is trying to murder you?”

I felt the eyes of the other students burning holes through my skin. There was no escaping from reading in front of class, not this time. My voice stuttered, my palms sweated, and my face turned red as I looked at the blurred words on the page. I tried and failed to make sense of the book in front me. I wished, I was invisible.

I have played soccer since 2008. I had been playing with them for years, there was Squash, Josh, Jake and more. I was with them for 6 years but got kicked anyway. This is similar to how Boxer and Snowball were betrayed by the pigs and had to get out of the farm even though they were there from the start.

The students work on assigned classwork on the IPad. Bobby begins singing. Ms. Fizzle approaches Bobby to help him with the assignment. Ms. Frizzle walks away. Bobby stands up, and the teacher aide approaches and asks Bobby to have a seat he sits down and starts mumbling under his breath. Bobby begins staring around the classroom. Bobby looks at the IPad (class assignment) puts it away and walks to the back of the classroom and stands behind one of his classmate seats mumbling and singing to himself. Teacher Aide addresses Bobby behavior and asks him to return to the front of the class. His classmates begin snickering.

The prominent red-yellow flame glistened as if the colors overbearingly fought for dominance. Being in shock, the teacher came over and immediately reacted by stamping it out quickly and aggressively. I observed the anger and confusion in his face. “Who did it?” he asked. At this moment, I wanted to disappear immediately as a shock of guilt and fear overshadowed me with regrets. Why had I not stopped it? Was it for acceptance and approval? Or out of fear and unconsciousness? It remained silent. Trying to avoid eye contact with my peers and mainly his bulging eyes, before I knew it, I, along with 5 others, was escorted to a grim place, the office. Still, it was silent and I sat there wondering what I will say to the officer and to my parents. The longer I sat there the more I started to shake as all of these “What ifs and why’s?” submerged my mind. Finally, I was being questioned as to my role in the event. Convincing him that I didn’t take part in it was hard enough, but what appeared to be even worse, is that I had to accept that fact that I was still guilty regardless. I couldn’t say what I wanted to in words because I had said all that I could and would not be able to take anything back. As it occurred to be too late, all I could do was cry wretched, unfortunate

I walked up to the red line and positioned my left leg behind my right. I coughed as loudly as I could to get everyone’s attention. Slowly, people started to stop talking and stared at me with curiosity. I paced back and forth trying to decide which teacher I was going to pie in the face.

Cameron’s Class, which was my language arts class. Kaely usually sat right next to me for that class period and hardly ever missed school. In that moment I didn’t really think about it. Another teacher called Mr. Cameron out of class so he stepped out; when he returned he looked extremely pale and didn’t say a word. We were watching the film Animal Farm, after reading the novel. I asked to go use the restroom and he gave me a slight nod. When I entered the hallway I noticed that to my left there were three teachers. Out of the people in the group I could only distinguish Mr. Deutsch, who was my algebra I teacher. They were whispering and he had his hand covering his mouth like he was shocked by whatever one of the other teachers had stated. I didn’t want them to think I was being nosy so I went and relieved myself in the

When I arrived in the office, the principal was red in the face, her lips in a rigid line, and my parents were on the verge of

It was a very hot sunny morning, as I walked in the crowded, small hallway of Conquering Word Christian Academy, I had a very mean facial expression my face. I slowly walked in the class and took my seat in the small, dirty brown desk. As class was about to begin, I saw people looking at me with very intense eyes, in which I then turned around and asked everyone what they were looking at with an angry tone of voice. My

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

Suddenly, there was a hush in the room. The teacher had asked someone a question! I tried to seem casual as I glanced up to see if I was the unlucky person who had been called upon. My heart jumped and then I realized that the teacher was looking at the person to my right, waiting expectantly for an answer. I stared at the girl also, as if I was truly interested in whatever ramblings might come out of her mouth about the dead general and his battle. I felt my face grow warm with a slight blush as I became embarrassed for her and her inability to answer the question. She must have been paying as much attention to the lecture as I had been. Finally, she was able to formulate a less than mediocre answer that satisfied the monotone voice at the front of the room and the lecture resumed. Another glance back at the girl and I saw the cell phone palmed in her left hand down by her side. She had been text-messaging someone instead of paying attention!

Snowball lived his whole life as a good person, inventing things and coming up with new ideas to benefit other people. A little later in life, things happened and he was slandered by his so called “friend”. He couldn’t defend himself and he was shunned by everyone because they had no reason not to believe the accusations. Snowball was than displayed as a dishonest animal who has done nothing good, and that image stuck with him. Snowball and I can relate in numerous ways. A similar incident has recently happened to me. I have lived my whole life as a good person, listening to my parents, living up to their expectations in school, being successful in all the sports I have done, and being faithful to the church I was raised in. Something happened