Kristiane Hernandez
Period 2
Burning Tires
I couldn 't believe how stretchy it was.
I could see it starting to whiten, starting to thin, starting to stretch. It reminded me of guitar strings, turning the tuners until the string broke as it made a small feedback noise. You 'd have to squint to hear it.
Stretch, snap.
I mouthed the words idly as I repeated the motion over and over again as if it were a mantra.
I kept pulling it. It started to stretch, then thin, making sounds like a bass guitar as I fingered at it. I fiddled with the parts as it turned white and whiter. It smelt like burnt tires. I scrunched up my nose as the odor filled my lungs. Stop, they wanted to say.
But I just kept going. Sure, curiosity killed the cat, but I 'm not a cat, so there was nothing to worry about.
Three inches, four inches, five inches. I even thought it was going to make it to six.
Then, snap.
Snap it went. Much to my dismay, it went flying across the room. Everyone turned to face me, including my teacher, as I turned a bright shade of crimson. Some snickered, some cold stares, some laughing. The teacher placed her hands on her hips as she raised a brow.
I got into minor trouble from that incident. It was just a rubber band.
Well, that was until a pair of students started flinging them onto my face.
"Oh, look. The geek likes rubber bands, so let 's give them to her!" Her friend howled with laughter at her little 'joke, ' and she relished in his support. I wanted them to stop, but to my
had to wear some old shoes that he had at home. Gold did not like this
Jill Lepore, is a David Woods Kemper’ 41 professor of America History at Harvard University and a staff writer at The New Yorker. She writes about America history, law, literature and politics. She is consider an American historian, has her B.A. where she teaches American politics history, and focuses on missing evidence in historical record and articles. The purposes for Lepore to write this book “New York Burning” was to rewrite the New York conspiracy of 1741, by using the Horsmanden Journal, she shows how politics and laws were used in the 18th century against the slave and how the white New Yorkers fear of slaves. Lepore used demographic and physical information about New York City, gave reports with a rich context to the historical events,
Finally, the school dean and an unfamiliar teacher entered. Politely, I smiled, momentarily adopting my parents’ optimism. After our courtesy greetings, the dean flatly stated the exact words I feared. The words rang in my head at that moment, and for years to come. As melodramatic as this sounds, this moment changed my life.
The teacher introduced me to her students. Then she stepped back and gave me her classroom’s center stage. “Wow!” “Now that was something.”
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The entire class shared Jake’s view. No one felt the need to squander his or her social capital in defense of the weirdly dressed new kid. Side chatters and new conversations spawned on. The first three sentence about me in my new school involved “Hello”, yoga ball and panda. Embarrassed, I locked eye with the usual spot between my shoes as the crimson red slowly retreated from my face.
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I walked up to the red line and positioned my left leg behind my right. I coughed as loudly as I could to get everyone’s attention. Slowly, people started to stop talking and stared at me with curiosity. I paced back and forth trying to decide which teacher I was going to pie in the face.
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,
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Suddenly, there was a hush in the room. The teacher had asked someone a question! I tried to seem casual as I glanced up to see if I was the unlucky person who had been called upon. My heart jumped and then I realized that the teacher was looking at the person to my right, waiting expectantly for an answer. I stared at the girl also, as if I was truly interested in whatever ramblings might come out of her mouth about the dead general and his battle. I felt my face grow warm with a slight blush as I became embarrassed for her and her inability to answer the question. She must have been paying as much attention to the lecture as I had been. Finally, she was able to formulate a less than mediocre answer that satisfied the monotone voice at the front of the room and the lecture resumed. Another glance back at the girl and I saw the cell phone palmed in her left hand down by her side. She had been text-messaging someone instead of paying attention!