Principal Hecktor: A Short Story

My mother’s irate words echoed deep in my heart for years as I tried to understand the simple words she would constantly repeat to me, “When will you ever change?” As a child, I was well known for being that foolish kid who would be put in the back of the class with his seat facing the wall. Eyes facing a blank white wall, fingernails tapping the desk, head down, and the smell of exasperation in the air. I was the type of boy who would sprint through the hallways cackling, furthermore resulting in repeatedly get scowled at by teachers for my obscene and inordinate behavior. In hindsight, I realized Freshman year after pulling the fire alarm that my behavior needed to have a parameter and come to a complete termination. Consequently, I spent the entire Summer in my room contemplating my life and my decisions.

As the food coma sets in my body and drop of sweat rolls off of my forehead, my gaze locks onto the sunny afternoon rays peeking through the classroom window. My eighth grade English teacher drones on and on about the end of the year benchmark test while the musky air encases me in a trancelike state. I could not be bothered to listen what the two boys were arguing about, but soon realized it was a mistake as I got a whiff of drugs passing through my nose. The distinctive smell of marijuana wafts throughout the classroom and somehow the mother-like woman didn’t even notice, she just continued to bore the students. At the time, I could not fathom how these 13 year old boys were doing something so dumb that they would want to jeopardize their

“ I don’t want to hear one more word from you, now go back to class.” the principal stated sternly as she assured me out the door. I went back to class and finished the rest of the school day. When I arrived home my mom sent me to my room until my dad came home to talk with me and discuss my punishment. After my dad’s lecture

The prominent red-yellow flame glistened as if the colors overbearingly fought for dominance. Being in shock, the teacher came over and immediately reacted by stamping it out quickly and aggressively. I observed the anger and confusion in his face. “Who did it?” he asked. At this moment, I wanted to disappear immediately as a shock of guilt and fear overshadowed me with regrets. Why had I not stopped it? Was it for acceptance and approval? Or out of fear and unconsciousness? It remained silent. Trying to avoid eye contact with my peers and mainly his bulging eyes, before I knew it, I, along with 5 others, was escorted to a grim place, the office. Still, it was silent and I sat there wondering what I will say to the officer and to my parents. The longer I sat there the more I started to shake as all of these “What ifs and why’s?” submerged my mind. Finally, I was being questioned as to my role in the event. Convincing him that I didn’t take part in it was hard enough, but what appeared to be even worse, is that I had to accept that fact that I was still guilty regardless. I couldn’t say what I wanted to in words because I had said all that I could and would not be able to take anything back. As it occurred to be too late, all I could do was cry wretched, unfortunate

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

Then I went to language and sat down next to Makenzi, Taylor, and Itzel. Makenzi gave me a piece of gum and the rest of class consisted of reading a stupid story. Then Mrs. Morrone told us our homework which was a work book page. 10 minutes after that she dismissed us and I stopped at my locker. I opened it with ease and took out my science textbook and workbook. I sat down next to Taylor and we talked about our science fair project, which is due in January. All of a sudden, Mrs. Dainton screamed out, “Ah, a spider!” The whole class laughed and screamed. Mrs. Dainton took off her black shoe and tried to hit the spider, but she missed. She aimed again and finally hit it. She told us to quiet down and do our homework, we didn’t. Makenzi continued to laugh and make jokes. “Makenzi, come here,” yelled Mrs. Dainton. Makenzi didn’t so she got a referral. When Makenzi left, the class quieted down and continued working. Mrs. Dainton quietly dismissed us and I stayed because that’s where I have advisory. I worked on homework, and when I was done I read my book. The book I’m reading is called “After Eli”. The bell rung, I put up my chair, and I

While waiting for the court date I would not be allowed to teach. I stepped out in the hallway and was suddenly attacked by questions, accusations, and horrible stares. Not only had the students heard, but so had Kelly’s parents and they were not happy with me. Her dad approached me quickly, making me think that he was going to hit me, but instead grabbed my wrist and pulled me aside from the crowd that was quickly gathering. The anger in his voice was very apparent when he sharply asked, “What kind of man are you?”

“…It was a shameful situation. People would talk. All that a man had back then, all that he was, was his honor, his name, and if people talked…”

Then my mom and dad looked at me and told me to come.My mom grabs my hand and the wedding goes on.I start crying again and again until the finally shut me up,in my defense I was only 4 years old.So after I stop crying for good the padre starts talking again and the padre wasn't so annoyed because he was a close friend of your family.So

As I assessed the damage of my burnt hands, I looked up to thirty-two pairs of curious eyes. I hear Mr. Alarcon yelling at me to go to the office. This 90 second walk between my classroom and the principal’s office provided me with time to think about what I had just done. The embarrassment was overwhelming to the point of almost not being able to comprehend what had happened. With my agonizingly painful hands, mangled stomach and blushed cheeks I entered the principal’s office. I explained to him that I was dared to put a small paper clip into an electrical outlet. The outlet quickly erupted into sparks and flames. It was clearly destroyed and beyond repair. The result in my actions was a one week suspension. The incident left me with scars on my hands as well as my image. What didn’t occur to me at that time was that getting suspended from high school gave me the opportunity to reflect on my schooling and ultimately find my passion in serving my community.

"After class," she would snap at me, but how could I fight this temptation she layed out before me? It was difficult, but I succeded! When the bell rang I jumped with joy and ran to Sjob's desk, at the same time though some little child decided to take my backpack. Furious I sprinted around the room but later found myself running in circles. I look helplessly around for a friend or someone to join my side, but I just made eye contact with the wrong person in the room, Elaina Anderson. My face lit up like a firework as I watched her walk out of the room, with my donut. Desprate and feeling defeated I grabbed the closest object near me and chucked it as hard as I could at the little capitalist, making the object hit him across his evil face, leaving a bright red mark. If you couldn't already tell by the red mark on his face I must have thrown it a little too hard because the dangerous object bounced back in my hands. The sad thing is he was clearly two desk away from me. After that battlewound, he didnt stand a chance. Picking up my backpack, feeling no remorse, I stomped out of the room filled with gasping

I was never really known to get in trouble all that often except for the occasional scold for talking in class. I had never been sent to the principal’s office, though, which in my school, was probably the worst thing that could happen to you. I never thought I’d be in that much trouble that I’d get sent to the principal’s office, but I was wrong. My day already wasn’t off to a great start. We had these things called “table leaders”, which was basically one person each week was in charge of making sure everyone did their homework and just making sure everyone was on track. Well, my table leader, a kid named Brian didn’t particularly like me, and him being the class pet could get away with telling the teacher I didn’t do my homework and you’ll never guess what he did. He looked down at me, smiled, and- “Did everyone do their homework at this table?” My teacher, Mrs. Smith asked. “Yes. Everyone did their homework-”, Brian says and looks down at me, “Except Isabella.”, so obviously my

When Saturday came, I did not know I would feel confused or fell as out of place as I did. However, on the way to the church I figured this would be the typical wedding, where they would say their vows and the preacher would say “you may kiss the bride”, then I could make it home to watch the end of the buckeye’s game. Nevertheless, this is not how the wedding would go.

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

When I arrived at the principal office the secretary stared at me in surprise; as if I’d grown a tail and horns, due to the fact that I’ve never even been in trouble before or even yelled at for that matter. She new this because I’d recently held the very respected student job as an assistant secretary under Miss. Ava herself .