Personal Narrative: Memoir Timeline

It was just a big misunderstanding. The teasing had been going on for months, but you tried to hold in your anger as best as possible. When they decided to come up to you again, you were already having a bad day. It felt like you were a ticking time bomb about to explode and each word they said to you was making the timer count down faster. Once you finally blew up, you lost control of yourself because the anger was clouding your mind. It wasn’t all your fault, but all the blame was put on you and the others got away with it. A substantial amount of schools have been using the practice of suspension to punish the student who has misbehaved or violated the schools rules. Suspension hasn’t been showing much positive outcomes on the students who got it. Although some cases are that students are threatening deadly outcomes with their behavior, all the others are simples complications that can be dealt with peacefully and if held correctly, the problem won’t come up again. If schools are quick to suspend anyone even if it’s a small infraction, they are most likely to drop out of school, keep

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

I was in 11th grade, and I was taking Latin, which many considered to be a rigorous. I enjoyed Latin because my teacher made it extremely fun, so I was always excited to be in class. We were taking an exam, and my friend was attempting to communicate with someone and I thought she had called my name. As a result, I looked up and nodded my head. After the test, my teacher asked us both to step out and accused us of cheating. He explained that he did not want to embarrass us in class that’s why he asked us to step out after the test. I was immediately offended. I have never cheated on an exam, and after knowing him for over a year and a half I was extremely upset that he would even think that I was capable of cheating.

When I was in the second grade we had a new student in our class named Yvonne. Yvonne had recently arrived from Haiti and knew very little English. Due to the fact that she didn’t understand English a whole lot, the other kids in my class thought it would be funny to call her names and bully her. One day we were at electives. Our class was divided into two, some going to Dance others going to Drama. The doors were across from each other so we could see what was happening. I was in Dance, as well as Yvonne. We were practicing our routine for Ciara’s “1, 2 step”. Yvonne was quick to pick up the dance and was amazing at it, which I think made the other kids in our class resent her. Our instructor dismissed us 5 minutes early to pack up our things. I quickly went to my corner and grabbed my backpack. When I looked up I saw a bunch of girls surrounding Yvonne. I remember hearing them calling her names like ‘ugly’ and ‘loser’. I noticed that no one moved to defend her. One of the girls actually pushed her to the ground and took her backpack dumping all her things on the floor; that’s when I acted. I pushed my way through the girls and placed myself in front of Yvonne. I grabbed her backpack out of the girl’s hand pushed her and called her a ‘mean witch for making fun of Yvonne’. I also told the other girls that if they messed with Yvonne, they would have to

My teacher still probably believes I suffer from the “problem” he originally thought I did, and the teachers that work at the school still probably believe the same. I still have issues in class discussions and in sharing my opinions that I have yet to fully recover from as well, and I predict that, as long as I am in school, the experience will still haunt me. I should have told him as soon as he brought up his concerns that he was incorrect, and he should have acted more professionally and either kept it to himself or confirmed it before telling other staff members. What a teacher says and implies in a classroom can drastically affect the lives of that teacher’s students, for better or for worse. Obviously, in this case, it was for worse. I am also aware that I should not let such a small event affect my life so severely, and I plan to work diligently on pushing myself to speak up in class more this year, and to increase the range of my comfort level. The Safe Space in the Classroom guidelines would have been helpful last year, if my teacher had followed them. That experience has shown me how damaging it can be to disregard the guidelines, and therefore I will be careful to make sure I follow them this year to avoid causing anyone else to feel like I

I was not always so outspoken and driven to get good grades. Freshman year I was timid, struggled with my grades, and had no idea what the future looked like. Now, I have found exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life and became much more confident then I was freshman year. Along the way I have even made a decision to switch schools. I have transformed a lot along the way from freshman and sophomore year at Portsmouth High School and finishing off at Rogers High School.

She gasped. Later that day, my friend pretended to be a ragdoll and fell out of his seat. I jumped up out of my seat and slid across the teacher's desk. She sent me out into the hallway and made me call my mom. I got avenged by my friend. He started jacking around and shouted curse words at the teacher. Meanwhile, my teacher was so caught up with trying to get my friend under control, I was stranded in the hallway. My mom told me to behave and then she hung up. I asked pointlessly,

When I was in the 7th grade, all students were required to take a Data Processing class, which essentially just teaches you how to type on the computer at a proficient level. In the first few months of school, your body’s immune system is trying to get used to being surrounded by germs and illnesses and sometimes responds by making you sick, so I had a cold. I had Data Processing at the end of the day, and was really not feeling well. It was always a rule in the classroom not to use your phone, but I was ill and my mom had asked my if I would like it if she would pick me up from school. Of course that was way better than riding the bus, so I tried to discretely respond that yes, I would like her to pick me up from school. It was in that moment when the English Language Learner Aid (ELLA) caught me texting my mother and told the head teacher. The ELLA and the teacher talked back and forth about what they should do about my phone usage- in front of the whole class! I was mortified, especially when the ELLA made the comment, “Wow! Caught using your phone so early in the year?” I’m sure my face was as red as a tomato. Of course, I didn’t know what to expect when I said that the only person I was texting was my mother, but it definitely wasn’t the response I got from the ELLA. She said, “That's what everyone says when they get caught texting.” The women obviously didn't know my character, but I relented. I don’t really ever get in trouble, and I usually try and commit myself to pleasing teachers, so I didn’t know how to go about this embarrassment nonchalantly. Eventually, between the two teachers, and in front of the entire class, they decided that I would not have my phone taken away, and would just be let off with a warning. My mother did pick me up from school, and as soon as I reached the car, I started hysterically recalling the day’s events, and how I had been caught texting

Both of us new to middle school. I was scared of being alone again and she needed someone to make herself look better. For months after the incident, I cried myself to sleep every night. I kept on asking myself if I could have done something different? If it was my fault? Maybe if I was a better friend, she would have stayed. For the rest of middle school I did not have any friends. I learned to find comfort in reading books and watching tv series. One thing I have to thank her for is that because of what happened I realized how much I love reading. My mother was worried that I spent most of my time locked up in my room, skipping meals. I wish I had known then that I would be okay. That I would make new friends and move forward in my life. I wonder now why it had taken three years for everything to finally fall apart. I knew the friendship was toxic, I have always know but I was to weak to stand up for myself. After a while, I forgave myself and learned to love myself, I learned not not care what other people think me as much. I finally stepped out her shadow and started to do thing I want to not because she wanted me to. Now, I try to surround myself with people that like me for who I am. I stopped apologizing for who I am and what I like to do. There are days that I miss her, I miss her so very much that my heart breaks all over again but I don't miss the toxic friendship that suffocated and drained

The school having started, as I made my way to the class my teacher asked me to step outside for a bit to talk to her about this incident. She asked me to explain everything that happened again. Afterward, she called the other girl out waiting for her explanation, letting her know my mom had already called the teacher and told her the truth. I guess the girl got scared since even my mom also got involved making the issue more serious than she had expected it to be. Seeing no future in lying further on this, she finally confessed everything, from when I had dropped it to her keeping both of them as one.My teacher then asked me to go back and that she will figure this out. I went back to my seat feeling satisfied and glad as I had finally got what I wanted,

I finally seemed to lose my negative reputation amongst the students and while some teachers were still on the lookout I had a good year. The only problem I had was when a 9 year old named Alex decided to try his luck by sitting on my lap. I gave him three warnings that if he didn’t get off of me I would hit him. Unfortunately for him he thought I was bluffing…I wasn’t. I hit him in the head with my lunchbox that happened to have an icepack in it and to my greatest satisfaction and guilt his nose broke. I got off fairly lightly with only a letter sent home, silent lunch, lines with the scariest teacher in school, and no recess for a month. It was safe to say he never sat on me

Although it started out as a misunderstanding (before I ever got up), I now realize how immature and childish, and most definitely not high-school level behavior, it was to argue and disrespect a teacher, especially over something like getting water. I don’t know what I was thinking when I disobeyed the

I am very sorry for what I did the other day at the middle school. In hindsight, my behavior was

It all started in the hall before class, as I was walking to the classroom Eric came up to the side of me, putting his arm around me saying how excited he was that I was subbing for Tim Taylor.

When I was ten or eleven years old I was just like any other average girl in my school, except I was particularly rude and mean to my friends. Friends are people you confide in, people you go to when your feeling down, people you’re the happiest with but for my friends it was just the opposite. One day at school one of my friends had cut her hair and came to school feeling really self-conscious about her hair. As a friend you’re supposed to comfort and compliment your friend so they don’t feel so bad but no when she came to school I made her feel even worse,