Personal Narrative: Why I Was At Mrs. Price

The next day Martha went to school and let the principal know that her grandfather refused to pay for the jacket. This time the principal was looking at her directly and seemed upset at Martha’s response. He was expecting her grandfather to pay for it since he knew Martha’s grandparents had some money because they owned a lot of land. Martha was upset in

In the short story, “Eleven”, by Sandra Cisneros, the main character, Rachel, feels upset with both the teacher and her fellow students because she feels mistreated, she feels made fun of, and she openly weeps in front of the entire class. Rachel, throughout the story, feels mistreated because the teacher, Ms. Price, will not accept the fact that the red sweatshirt does not belong to Rachel. It can be inferred that other classmates also show this kind of behavior to Rachel, even though it is not directly stated in the story. On multiple occasions, the teacher, along with other pupils, repeatedly say that the sweater belongs to Rachel. For example, the teacher states to Rachel that, “You put that sweater on right now and no more nonsense.” A

But I feel like I have to have an answer to why Mrs. Price was so mean to me, but it’s too late! It’s time to go home, and the buses have arrived. When I was walking toward the bus Mrs. Price looked at me and said, “You look like you’re thinking why I was very mean to you today, especially on your birthday, am I right? ’’ “Yes Mrs. Price I said.” “Well Rachel I was mean and unfair to you today because, I wanted to see if you were mature to be a eleven year old, “said Mrs. Price. “Oh, um, I thought…never mind.” I said. But why would Sylvia Saldivar say the red sweater was mine if Mrs. Price wanted to see if I was mature to be a eleven year old, I thought to myself. Right now you probably might be thinking why Sylvia Saldivar told me that the sweater was yours, right,” said Mrs. Price. “Yes Mrs. Price,” I replied. “Well, Sylvia wasn’t in this plan at all, I found this red sweater in court room, and I knew it was Phyllis Lopez’s sweater but Phyllis Lopez didn’t even look when I said, “Whose is this” so then, at the same time Sylvia Saldivar said it was yours, so that’s when I started to test you,” said Mrs. Price. “Wow,” I said to myself. I started tearing up, like when mama cuts the onion, I didn’t ever think Mrs. Price would test me!

And when I thought my day couldn't possibly get any worse, it did. Right after I sat down in the cafeteria and started eating my lunch, that stupid Phyllis sat down beside me. ¨I can't believe you cried in the middle of class. You are a crybaby,¨ she says. ¨I wouldn't have done it if you could have remembered the sweater was yours. My birthday wouldn't be ruined!¨ I say. ¨I knew it was mine the entire time! Sylvia and I set this up weeks ago! We just wanted to see you embarrass yourself in front of everybody,¨ she replies.

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I’ve learned many things in my English II class here at Infinity ECHS, an example of

Mrs. Price’s reaction makes me feel five and even more angry. In the hallway, I am fuming so I push her. She doesn’t expect it so she drops like a rock to the floor. She starts to cry and says, “ I hate that sweater too and am embarrassed that it belongs to me! It itches and smells like tomato juice!” All of the sudden, I feel really bad, and help her up. I decide to ask Phyllis if she wants to come to my house for my birthday party. She says, “Yes.”

I walk out of the room quietly because I’m afraid if I talk I will explode like a ticking time bomb. I try to eat at lunch but I can’t because all I can think of is how Mrs. Price acted like everything was okay, and every time I think about it my anger towards her spreads like a wildfire. I guess my anger was visible on my face because when I look up everyone is looking at me like I’m crazy. I immediately look down, and at that moment I really am saved by the bell.

I am settled in American University now. Just finished my first day of orientation. So far, I love the college atmosphere! The campus is only a 10 minute metro ride to Downtown DC, so I have been exploring the city. The school accepted my AP score. I don’t know if I am happy about that or not. It saves money, but now my philosophy and literature general education area is covered. I really want to take classes in those areas, but now I will probably have to wait a couple of semesters.

We walked to the cafeteria, and I sat in my usual spot. I was glaring at Phyllis and Sylvia. They were eating spaghetti, milk, beans, and a bag of chips. I stormed toward them, and grabbed a mixture of beans and chips. Sylvia and Phyllis were staring me down like a deer in headlights. I threw the food, and I kept throwing more and more until there was none left. Stop! Sylvia shrieked. I looked up, and there was more food on them instead of their trays. I snapped back into reality and sat confused at what I did and why I did it. Immediately, they ran out to get Mrs. Price. I panicked and sprinted and hid in a place in the vents I called my “panic room”.