I 'll Never Forget The Day

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

During my freshman year at St. John’s Prep, there was a rumour going around the school that there was a bomb threat. At first, I did not believe that this was a real threat due to the calm and happy nature of most students at our school. Once I had gotten the email from Dr. Hardiman, restating the issue of the bomb threat, which most students and faculty already knew about. Dr. Hardiman also stated that there would be an excused absence for anyone who did not feel it would be safe to attend school that day. My mother, being a hard-nosed Albanian mother, told me that I would be fine and that nothing would happen. On the other hand, I genuinely felt a little scared to go to school that coming day.

Later that day during are two hour reassess I sat at the desk in the hall next to my science class. I was wearing a shirt that said “ you can’t stop me. “ Mr. Clark came out and had a big tank of poisoning chemicals and some other things like salt and sugar.

It was the epitome of a catastrophic injury. After arriving at the hospital my ankle was reset and I was discharged later that day with corrective surgery a few days later. The surgery went off without a hitch, but I wouldn’t be able to run, jump, or even walk on my own for the next three months. Despite this colossal setback, I crutched back to school the following week. On my third or so day back, I was called down to the principal's office, because I had missed several days of school in a row (I wonder why?). Regardless, after I showed up hobbling into his office, the reason for my absences became clear. Then he wanted to go over my grades, to make sure that I wouldn’t fall too far behind. When he pulled them up, he was surprised to see that I was still getting top marks, and did not have a single missing assignment. This was not by error, because, even in my drug induced half conscious state, I had diligently e-mailed my teachers and completed all of the school work that I had missed, never missing a step

Back when in the day when I went to Lincoln Intermediate schools my group of friends was nothing but trouble, they used to trash the bathrooms, sneak out of class, and even get into fights. In math class 5th grade with Mrs.Rozen we always had the ability at the end of class to go down to the commons and take a bathroom break and sit down there for a little bit. One time we had class like normal but we had a sub and no one was behaving, she let us go down to take our daily bathroom break in the commons and that is when everything fell apart. At that very moment in time I was sitting in the commons waiting and when I went into the bathroom it was a disaster there was soup everywhere on the walls, on the mirror and even in the stalls. Our sub soon found out and everyone in the bathroom at that time got in trouble.

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

It was Wednesday, November 27th, one day until Thanksgiving. Everything going smooth and I was doing fun stuff in every class, but the class I remember the most is Mrs.

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.

In my junior year of high school (2014-2015), three months before summer vacation. On a typical windy day in Las Vegas was passing by. Periods one, two and three had passed. The bell was about to ring for students to be in their fourth period. Two minutes pass and the bell rings. In room of two hundred in Durango High School, the students were talking. Mr. L, the teacher in charge, was in the teachers room to make copies for the assignment of that day's lecture. It didn't take more than five minutes before he returned and yelled “get into your seats!” Each student ran to get to their seats to begin class. He started class my informing the students that hospitals wanted a few volunteers. That if we were interested, to grab a copy of the requirements needed and to go online to print the application. Around this time, is when I did not know what to do with my life. Which I ended zoning out and found that he had started lecture moments later. When the bell rings,

Mike snatched my shrimp chips off of my hands and he banged it against the table, trying to get every piece of chips smashed, I started crying very loud which only made it worse. Ms. Rancho blankly, stared at my table and her head quickly turned back to her laptop, hoping that I would not bother to come and tell her to make the boys stop. I drastically, marched to her desk, telling her to make a stop or change my seat. Ms.Rancho purposely ignored my words, instead she told me to help Sabrina wipe down the tables. My face started to swell with tears having no courage to talk back at her. So I followed her

Today was September 12, 2012. I had woken up like any other normal day and was getting ready for school. I typically don’t eat breakfast, but that one simple mishap can lead to the unbelievable. Little did I know that only in the matter of a half hour of arriving to school my whole day would come crashing down. I had arrived at West Jay Middle School and had got my books and went to class. I was in eighth grade then. I felt normal like any other day, but it had appeared that I had been wrong.

Many years ago, at the Latexo Elementary School, a couple days before the STAAR Tests, there was an incident. It was my fifth grade year, near the end of the day and we were out for recess. I remained on my normal routine, but decided to do something a little different. Then the unexpected happened.

This experience happened in seventh grade, when I was returning to school after I had experienced a severe allergic reaction to medication that had occurred in the fall of 2015. I had missed most of the school

I’m writing about the time I called 911 at school. 8 years ago I was in kindergarten, my friend Vanessa and I were coloring in a sunflowers. I wanted to make a colorful sunflower. Vanessa wanted to make a colorful sunflower to. I told her,” I’m making a colorful sunflower.” Vanessa responded,” Why can’t we both make one?” I said,” Fine! Let's have a contest. Who can make the best colorful sunflower. She said,” Game on.” We got started. 3 minutes later, I asked her,” Can I use the purple crayon?” Vanessa didn’t respond. I asked again,” Can I use the purple crayon?” I was confused. I tried grabbing the purple crayon but Vanessa slapped my hand out the way. I said angrily,” Why did you slap my hand?” Vanessa said,” I wasn’t allowed to use it.”

It was the summer before I started high school that my life unexpectedly changed. It was a blazing hot June afternoon only a few days before summer vacation. I just returned from a weekend in The Dells with my family for memorial day weekend the day before and my extended time in the sun left me with a sunburn that that made nearly any move I made painful. As I sat on the old park bench at recess, I began to feel unwell. I had not had an appetite for the duration of the morning but it wasn’t until now I felt the urge to vomit. I sprinted towards one of the teachers on recess duty to let me in the building. Unfortunately, I didn’t quite make it and lost the banana I forced down for breakfast right in front of the door to the recess yard. My mom came to pick me up and I spent the rest of the evening on the couch with my red Gatorade and vomit bucket.