Hung-Yen Alternate Ending

The students all took a practice test and only thirty-three percent of the students have passed and the states minimum average is seventy-five percent. Throughout the school year, the students work effortlessly with Mr. Clark along with their school teachers prepare for the real test. Mr. Clark’s crazy and wild antics start to get to the students and they begin to respect him even more for it. They begin to see that he is only doing this with all of their best interests in mind. One of the students who was expelled’s mother complained about the way Mr. Clark ran things at his school and got the mayor involved. After Mr. Clark is found with the chains on the door, which is illegal and a fire safety hazard, and was arrested. All of the students came down to the Board of Education in Paterson and basically protested and ranted on how they wanted Mr. Clark to be released and return to his duties as principal. Eastside High’s assistant principal Mrs. Barrett claims that Mr. Clark was not the right choice to serve as principal of Eastside. But the students all say in rebuttal how Mr. Clark cares for them like no other and how he has done so much good for them that they will not accept anyone besides Mr. Clark. Soon after, Mr. Clark was released and good news was received. More than enough students

There was this school everything seemed normal during the day, no one knew what was happening in the night. One afternoon, Victoria and her friends were hanging out in her house in the living room and Nicole ,one of Victoria 's friends,thinking maybe we should do a prank on the school in the dark. While her friends were well known pranksters and they had just came out of detention not to long ago for their tricks. So they were there playing video games and Victoria was on her phone. “Hey guys how about we go prank the school? We have not done one ”,says Nicole ,suggestively.

The Johnny gasped and turned white as a ghost then red with rage. While all of the other boys were looking at the Ponyboy who was drowning, Johnny pulled a knife out of his back pocket, I gasped I knew what he was going to do seconds before he did it. “Wait!” I screamed, but the boy didn’t even acknowledge me. I turned around, I couldn’t watch. This reminded me too much of Yaqui beating me up, but this was different, these boys fought unlike we did. The way we fought it wasn’t killing each other or anything like that, but it was almost worse. Being humiliated in front of the whole school. Both Ponyboy and I got hurt though mine was both mentally and physically. The only other thing that I could see that connected our two lives was that we both fought back. Well actually Johnny fought for Ponyboy, but it’s pretty much the same, in the end the bullies both got what they deserved. No, that’s not true, nobody (even Yaqui Delgado) deserves to die. By the time I turned back around the boys were driving away in their car and the boy who had been killed was slumped on the ground not moving. The other boy; Johnny was helping to pull his friend; Ponyboy out of the water

After the holiday was over, it was hard for her to get back to the institutional life in residential school. There was strict discipline at the school. For example, there were certain times of the day when students had to adhere to the rules of the bell: to get up in the morning, to go to chapel, to go to eat, to go to the classroom, to signify playtime and recess, and to go to bed. In addition, each of the students had chores to do. Everyone had to clean the school. When the principal came to the school, the students had to know how to set a table properly with damask table cloths. When the students did not follow the rules, they would be punished brutally. Some of the penalties led students in the school to dead. There were also a lot of health problems in residential schools due to the large number of students. (2011, 2)

In the passage, "Boy's Life", the boy, Cory Mackenson, has an external conflict. It was the last day of school, he wanted to leave school. In the story, Cory describes his last day as, “the world was out there, waiting beyond the square metal-rimmed windows.” (Boy's Life, paragraph five) I can infer that he was anxious to leave school for summer break. When the teacher held Cory back for a few minutes, he described it as torture. “Oh, this

It was an ugly day, the birds weren’t tweeting and the sun was frowning even in Florida. Yet today was Friday, but all the 8th graders could think of was the last exam. Except one 8th grader who just wanted to get it over with. It was 5:30 am in Tampa, Florida. And millions of kids were waking up only to take a test then going home again. Most of them started the day with a fake smile. Then they got dressed and brushed their teeth and left for school. Then they heard someone on the bus brag about how much time they put in studying, then they heard the kid who thinks it’s funny because he didn’t study. So if you’re not clowning or barging you’re just a witness type character. And those witnesses are usually followers. If you're not you kind of narrow into the life of Gilberto Marx. She is like all 13 year old girl teens: has a phone as her best friend and has side real friends that she only texts and doesn’t know when she sees them in public. She was embarrassed about her baby sister’s surprise trip to Disney World. And to make matters worse, she has to hold her sister’s hand the whole time. Her mom lectured

“I don’t what to go!” Mark shouted. “But you have to.” His mother responded gently, to avoid angering Mark further. “But why? It’s not like I learn anything there.” he exclaimed. “Well it’s not like you will learn anything here.” Mark’s anger grew before he left the room, slamming the do behind him. A few moments later, the doorbell rang. It was Mark’s Father, who had returned from work. “So, how did it go?” he asked. “Exactly what you expected.” “I see. We still have to send him there. Without an education, he will get nowhere in life” Mark’s father said. “But you know how he is. He doesn’t trust anyone. It won’t be long until he is picked on by the other students.” “But you can’t keep him here. You know that.” The two remained quiet

It was the beginning of fall in Boston. My heart was full of excitement and relief. I had just transferred to a boarding school from a barbarous military school in south Texas. I had never been to New England; therefore, I was thrilled for a new adventure. The day before are first school day, Cushing Academy (my boarding school) had a parade for incoming students. I had made a few friends from football the week before during “pre-season”, so we all went to the parade that day.

She never understood why taking a class she was already fluent in was mandatory. She took a seat in the classroom, and as soon as the class started, she registered that she had spoken too soon. Naomi predicted that this would be the hardest class she would ever take in her life. They also received homework! This is ridiculous! What kind of teacher gives out homework on the first day?! she contemplated with herself. Just when she thought her wonderful day couldn’t get any better, the teacher made her partner up with the weird girl from French class. “I want all of you to get with the partner I’ve assigned to you and tell them something that happened to you today,” Mrs. Schneider spoke with authority. Naomi shuffled into a desk next to Mads and asked her how her day

The sky was a luscious mixture of oranges, pinks, and blues as the sun set beyond the city and behind the mountains. Smoke rose from the tall city, ashes of buildings and dead bodies rising into the air.

God, that kid was full of mystery. He wasn’t in class after lunch today. At first, I thought he had an emergency to attend to, but seeing him at the mall now made me realize he failed the course. I knew he couldn’t handle Prendi’s class. Not many can. I however, do not just handle it, but dominate it. Prendi’s a piece of cake, but those really nice tropical fruit cakes with bright red strawberries and vivid green kiwis on them. When I first met Holden on the first day of summer school, I thought that he was really tall and seemed like a cool kid. I soon realized that he liked to keep to himself, so I didn’t socialise with him other than greeting him from time to time. He always wore this red hunting hat backwards in school, until Mr. Spano would tell him to take it off. The hat made him look like a weirdo. One good thing about the kid was that he was loaded. A couple of hundred dollar bills fell out of his pockets once when he bent down to get his fallen textbook. He was clumsy like that, always spilling this over or forgetting things. During the course, he once forgot his binder on the subway and Ms. Prendi had to give him all the sheets she had given us since the start of the course. You should’ve seen the look on her face, it was similar to when Nahem raises his hand up in class to answer a question and she’s on a tight schedule. Holden finally lifted his face up. He picked up his half-eaten burger, threw it out, and

Chanyeol felt miserable, sad, angry, hurt, sick… The list of horrible feelings seemed like it was so long it could stretch across the entire ocean. Chanyeol didn't want these feelings. They made him awkward and irritable towards others, but that didn't even compare to what it made him like around Jongin. He was lost in his mind when he was around the younger. His thoughts felt like a sea of confusion, where every emotion possible and then some were all swirling around inside him. When he saw Jongin, his heart fluttered and his stomach was filled with a thousand butterflies. When he saw Jongin with someone else, his heart stopped and his chest filled to the brim with anger and jealousy.

The student expresses intense frustration with both the school and the oppressor. Revenge and murder are his motivators and bystanders become the hostages.

Monday morning , with Halloween weekend approaching. Henry awakes Mr. Lambert while trying to fix him a small breakfast quietly. “ Goddamn it boy , keep it down.” He wasn 't a drunk , but sounded like it sometimes .He worked so hard at night he would most of the time fall asleep on the sofa in his work clothes . Henry was about to walk out the door before being stopped by his half awaken dad . “ How come I don 't see you around before I leave for work?” “ Your not doing drugs are you boy?” “ No sir , just hanging with friends , trying to have fun before I start college and work.” Mr. Lambert gets up placing his hand on Henry 's shoulder. “ Just remember , as long as you don 't get into any trouble and make something out of life , I will be proud of you.” “ Your mom I know is already proud of you.” They both began to cry , hugging each other. “ I think she is proud of you to dad.” “ Yeah well , I sometimes think I can do better , but I always try my best.” Henry grabbed his bag , driving away in his blue Pontiac . He picked up the rest of the gang , Colleen was in a panic “ Did y 'all see the breaking news this morning?” “ A girl is missing ,from our school , I think her name is Shelly?” Henry takes a deep breath . “ So it starts , now we really need to be careful.” They were in deep throught quietly on the way to school . Erika was still at home resting , but expected back soon . Henry parked in the student section , everybody quiet . “ Just remember , me and Colleen are

They approach a yellow door dressed in math symbols that warmly greet them inside. A decent sized room with navy blue carpet and desks symmetrically set in pairs awaits them. “Come sit next to me,” says Stacy. Olivia follows Stacy down to the back of the class. They sit close to the back door. Eagerly she watches as her new classmates walk in. A tiny fair skinned woman walks in. She’s dressed in a lilac purple skirt and a white blouse. “Good Morning” she welcomes the class. “This is Miss Brown by the way,” says Stacy. “She’s really nice”. Olivia smiles “she seems nice”. Miss Brown starts doing the roll “Oh, It seems like we have a new student in our class” Her chocolate brown eyes look directly at Olivia. A rush of heat turns Olivia face blood red. “Hi” she squeaks. The whole entire class inspects Olivia. She can feel herself slowly sinking back into her hoodie. “Welcome to St Andrews you 're going to enjoy it here” Miss Brown 's smiles and carries on with class.