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Personal Narrative : Personal Speech

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Mrs. Martin was calling all my friends names to come up to her desk one by one. They all came away not two minutes later with a white piece of paper and a grim look on their face. She looked over in my direction and said “Zach H, please come to my desk.” I got up and felt like I was going to fall over with how nervous I was. “Stupid”, I joked with my friend. “You’re so dumb you make me want to die.” He would reply smugly. We had heard adults saying things like stupid and dumb and we were testing it out on our own at recess. We had also heard worse words but thought we shouldn’t say them because we didn’t know what they mean. We would call each other and other friends stupid and dumb until the words meant nothing to us anymore. When we had ran out of new jokes with “stupid” and “dumb” we started using other words that we had heard that we now didn’t think were bad because of how long we had been saying stupid and dumb. We said some certain words that are too bad too be repeated and then we said words that weren’t bad around the teacher that we could get off without warning about. We would have code words that meant bad things but sounded good. One I can remember was “fart”. It sounds innocent but all my friends new it meant a very different f-word. “Hey what the heck is going on?” I asked my friend next to me. “I dunno the teacher is calling everyone up.” He replied as his name was called. “Good luck.” I would say not knowing if I was saying it to me or him. He came

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