Mady Hamstra Story

As I am walking down the hall to Ms.Johnson’s room, I see something different. There is a sub today. I just really hope she isn’t as mean as she looks. When I walk into the classroom I get my folder and go to my assigned seat to start my “do now”. When the teacher walks in she says,”Everyone sit down and don’t make a noise unless you want a step!”

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

The next day, as promised, she handed out a short pop quiz. It was not as challenging as she tried to make it sound. It presented only five multiple choice questions on it. Once we finished our quizzes, she told us to read the next chapter silently. Once I finished my quiz at the speed of light, I decided to finish other homework, since I preferred to read at home anyway. So while the rest of my class was reading, I worked on homework. Thirty minutes later, I completely finished all of my other assignments, so I decided to start reading the chapter. After nearly two paragraphs in, my teacher interrupted the class to see if everyone finished reading the chapter. Unknown to me, the chapter was fairly short and everyone, but me, finished it. Raising my hand slowly, I told her that I had not finished reading. Everyone in my class turned around and stared at me. The teacher asked me how far I was in the chapter and how much time I needed to

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

I glanced up at the clock. It was 12:18. Mrs. Ewert exclaimed, “One or two problems guys.” My heart sunk to my toe. I had langage arts next. Mrs. Berntson was coming back to school after her son went missing. My friends say that she is seeking revenge and locking up kids. I tried not to think about it and did a math problem, I knew they were exaggerating. The bell rang and Mrs. Ewert excused the class. I slowly walked down the crowded hallway. I turned the corner and could see her crusty, burnt door. Now I could believe my friends, Mrs. Berntson has gone crazy! I looked across the hallway and could see my friend, Will. You could tell by his face that he was scared to go in.

The bell had just rang, school was out. “Olivia, Mrs. Larsson calls.” Olivia is in 6th grade. Her teacher Mrs. Larsson talks to her every day after school telling her the same thing over and over. “You been misbehaving at lunch today”! But this time it was different. “Olivia it's your turn to stay after school and clean the room”. Olivia hated cleaning the room after school, she always ended up staying too late. “ Now run along and tell your mother, I don’t want her to worry like she did last time!” “Ok Mrs. Larsson.” I reply, I run to call my mom but she didn't answer, and my dad was at work so I couldn't call him. “Yup my mom knows.” I say, but she really didn't. “Ok then, well I am going to go home so behave yourself!” Mrs. Larsson says

I looked at the book, which was enormously huge, and told myself I was actually going to get this one done. I could not have been more wrong. We were supposed to read to page 30 on the first night, and I barely got through the first page. I kept telling myself, I had to do it or I would fail because I knew I would be tested on it eventually. I had to force myself to read page after page, and try to recall anything from what I had just read. The problem was I couldn’t because it was just a bunch of gibberish to me. When we were supposed to have finished the book, the test came around, and I was so stressed because I hadn’t picked up the book again since like page 5. There was no point for me to try now, I was going to fail. My teacher passed out the test, I hung my head in shame. I took the test, knowing that I had let myself down yet again. I kept asking myself what was wrong with me? Why do I not have the motivation everyone else has to read these books? I honestly think it was because I loved reading so much that I hated the fact I was forced to read books I had no interest in. Around a week later—halfway into another required book—my teacher uttered the words I had been dreading “Your tests have been graded.” My heart dropped to my stomach, I had completely forgotten all about it. I watched as she passed out every one’s test, and I noticed a lot of people looked so shocked. Oh boy, I was in for it now. My

While I was at the store the exterminator went to their warehouse to get the rat traps. I beat the exterminator back to the school so I went to the teachers’ lounge to grade some papers. Hollings was on the top, I wanted to give him a bad grade, but it was written so well I just couldn’t. He hit the main ideas perfectly, had great handwriting, commas were in the right place, and the spelling was all correct. There was nothing I could do to drop his grades in ELA. When I returned to the classroom the box of creampuffs was gone. I figured that the exterminator had taken them, but her car wasn’t out in the parking lot. Then it hit me. Those darn rats took my creampuffs! I looked in the closet there they were smeared all over the carpet. Caliban saw me and run into the mouse hole. I thought to myself, I was gone for five minutes they must have been hungrier than a homeless man begging for food, but after all they are the fluffiest, creamiest, and most delicious things in the

I almost pass out. I go back to the real world and head to my seat. The teacher said that we were going to get a new student last week, but I didn’t think much of it. In the class, the seats are arranged in pairs of two. Jane was sitting alone. The second bell rung and the class quieted down and waited for Mrs. Flaherty to do the attendance. It turns out, the person that I was assigned to’s grandmother had passed away on the previous Friday, and today was her funeral. After the teacher finished the attendance, she looked at me and said. “Hey Holden, why don’t you sit next to Jane? She’s new, and needs someone to sit with. And since Adam’s out, you need someone to sit with.” Jane picked her head up and she looked at me with delight. I could tell she was really excited, because she slightly twitched her nose. She has been doing it since she and I were kids. I sat down next to her, and we chewed the fat for two minutes before class started. Every time we talk, she kills me. She always has an new, interesting story every time we see each other. After Mrs. Flaherty taught us a third lesson on plagiarism, we went up to get a worksheet about plagiarism that was to be completed before the end of class. I sat back down with Jane trailing. We get started and one of the school’s many jocks threw an eraser at the

I gather up my books and pencils and walked out of the classroom. My best friend Sally was about to cry. So we had our little best friend moment. “be safe” she said taking her seat in the back of the classroom. I looked into her heartbroken eyes I felt like I was about to cry “I will, I promise”. i said walking out of the classroom and down the hallway and on my way to the office. I then heard two familiar voices. “does she have to go there are more than just one black student at this school other than just her” a lady’s voice said. “yes, she does don’t worry she will be in great care-” i could tell that was Ms. Clinn voice until she got interrupted by a grown men. “ how do you know that?” he yelled making me jump.”because she will be living with Melba Pattilo Beals and her family until you guys are ready to move down there yourselfs.” Ms. Cinn said i’ll be living with melba? I’LL BE LIVING WITH MEBLA I thought in my head over and over and over again. “were not moving anywhere” a man’s voice said. “i’m sorry sir but if not then Arianna will have to move on her own” Ms. Clinn said those words made my heart stop. “ And either is my daughter” A woman said, wait that’s my mom and dad. “mom and dad?” I questioned walking coming face to face with my mom and dad, Ms. clinn, the school board and none other than Mr.

I had finally had enough of Anna, so i told my mom and dad what had been going on, mom said “well im proud of you and jessica for being the bigger person about all of this mess, so i will talk to your principal tomorrow morning”. I was having a normal day no jessica problems in matter in fact i have not seen her all day until… They called me down to the office as if i was in trouble, but really is was my dad picking me up for the day, because my mom had died. I was too worried about Anna, that i didn't even realize that 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

I went the whole day without noticing I didn’t finish my math. When we got to math class Mr. Littrell told us to get out our math to grade. It was one of those I-don’t-have-time-for-this assignments. I got mine out and noticed I didn’t do the whole back page. Blake saw and told Mr Littrell I didn’t finish my work. He said, “Well, that’s a HINAO.” He gave me the paper and told me to go call. I was really scared because I never had one before. I got in the office and gave Mrs. Stoball the paper. She told me to go ahead and call. I was so scared, I couldn’t even figure out how to use the phone. I eventually figured it out and called my mom. She didn’t answer, so I left a message. I was pretty sure I didn’t do it right. At the

I sat in the very back of the classroom shielding my face with any book that was in sight. That way wouldn’t get called upon to read, but I guess my camouflage of books wasn’t good enough. I was assigned a part in the book to read and I could tell you, I was not happy. As we began to read I could see that my character’s part was starting to inch closer and closer. My heart started to beat out of my chest and the more my throat started to knot up. I was having second thoughts about even coming to school that day, but as I began to read, I started to get more into the book. It began to catch my interest and from that point on I started to realize it was more than just reading a book word per word. There was more to the story than what the paper full of writing would

I was anxious michael would confront me about stealing chips or a pop from the canteen. Soon this anxiousness would turn into reality. Right before Lunch i packed my lunch to go to the main gym were grades one to 8 would each lunch, and also where we would do the milk program.lol Since the milk program was during lunch we would eat our lunches during lunch recess so we could prepare before kids would come to eat their lunches. I sat down to eat my lunch with the other students we talked then got ready for the collection of juice boxes, soon after we were done milk program We went to the canteen to clean out the trays and recycle the recyclables. As Michael reached into the fridge he took a pop,he glanced over at me. It was an odd eye contact but I knew what was going to happen, Michael walked over and told me to hide it as michael whispered “ hide it, trust me we won't get caught” I felt a rush and i hide the pop in my sweater pocket, without concern I walked out of the canteen with an obvious way of walking. I felt the presence of a teacher near, and there was, there looking at whom was mr. somebody asked me to come here. As I thought in my mind Ii knew I was in a load of crap, I walked over there slightly shivering in guilt. I felt the salty taste of saliva dry up in my mouth as I began to speak in a