Telly's Short Story: Coach Workman

The firs topic is about interections. I will explain the interactions between the staff and the children. There was a group of twenty-two children and three teachers, two women and one man. They seemed to have a nice relationship, however some times they had incidents. Teachers seemed to be very nice with the children, but sometimes the children took advantage of that. I saw a small group of four children playing on the playground and one child took his shoe off and he threw to the air. The teacher saw him, and she walked were he was and told him, "remeber the rules," and the child laughed. She say "you need to respect me," then she walked away. The other teacher saw all the incident so he went to the child who disrespected the other teacher, and he told the child that he needed to apologize to the teacher. The child asked why, and the teacher said; "because I saw how your were laughing

When Ozzie tells his mother, Mrs. Freedman, why she must meet with the rabbi, “she hit Ozzie across the face with her hand” (Roth, 385). The next week, he stood up to the rabbi once more saying he believed God could do anything, and the rabbi hit him “squarely on the nose” (387). Rabbi Binder and Mrs. Freedman have blind faith in their religion, and are not open to change or accepting of other beliefs. They are so appalled by Ozzie’s questioning that they turn to violence to try to snap him out of it. Ozzie, however, realizes they are wrong and that one should always be able to follow their personal beliefs on God. He tells his mother, ‘“You shouldn’t hit me about God Mamma. You should never hit anybody about God-”’ (394).

As the bell rang the teacher walked in with all her stuff and set it on her desk, before making her way to the whiteboard and writing ‘Mrs. Grundy’ “Hello students, my name is Mrs.Grundy and I will be your-” she was cut off by the door opening, revealing the one and only Luke Hemmings. I couldn’t help but mentally kill myself! For the next year I’m going to be in the same class with the obnoxious, rude, jerk we all know as Luke Hemmings.

The classroom I am observing this day, during free time Gael was in the area of the blocks, he was playing alone, but Noah approached him and he took it off and threw the blocks that was under construction. Gael immediately pushed him and tried to bite him what Noah also hit him. The two were screaming saying that the blocks were of them. The teacher intervened and she told both it was a consequence for the disruptive behavior, and put them both in a time out for some minutes, she put each one of them on opposite corners from each other. During time out, Gael and Noah, both seemed unhappy with not being able to play. Gael began to cry. The teacher didn’t remove Gael or Noah from their time out until the free time was over with. When

Australian Professional Standards for Teachers (Graduate) requires all the teachers to achieve ‘Standard 4: Create and maintain supportive and safe learning environment’(AITSL, 2014). While handling the situation, I will not only consider the hurt student, but also about the whole class and the student,who pushes the other student.

“I don’t what to go!” Mark shouted. “But you have to.” His mother responded gently, to avoid angering Mark further. “But why? It’s not like I learn anything there.” he exclaimed. “Well it’s not like you will learn anything here.” Mark’s anger grew before he left the room, slamming the do behind him. A few moments later, the doorbell rang. It was Mark’s Father, who had returned from work. “So, how did it go?” he asked. “Exactly what you expected.” “I see. We still have to send him there. Without an education, he will get nowhere in life” Mark’s father said. “But you know how he is. He doesn’t trust anyone. It won’t be long until he is picked on by the other students.” “But you can’t keep him here. You know that.” The two remained quiet

A girl walked in, Kerri. She was to direct him around the school and show him around. Paul mentioned that he didn’t need help, she believed him and left him alone for the rest of the day without question. A few days later, after school, Paul had soccer tryouts and was really excited. When he arrived, the coach, Mr. Walski, explained that everyone makes the team, but not everyone gets to go to all the games. Only 15 students are able to ride the bus, there for only 15 players can go. Paul wasn’t the slightest bit worried, and after showing up Gino, the team captain, he knew he had a spot. When Paul arrived home after soccer, he received news that Mike Costello had died at football practice from a lightning strike. Erik and Arthur had delivered the news like it was water, tasteless, and unimportant. That's because it was, now the Erik Fisher Football Dream could live on. Arthur and Erik forgot about it and football practice proceeded the next day as if nothing had happened. During this, Mrs. Fisher complained about how unreal the team was being. She decided to contact parents. Because of this, the school was receiving mass amounts of phone calls. Coach Warner and Mr. Fisher decided to organize a meeting to settle

“Please welcome Jeremy to our school” Mrs. Hicupo announced. “Welcome to Mid L. school for gifted and talented.” the class answered in a bored voice. Math was a bore. Even more boring than reading instructions on how to read. Even if there was a new kid, he had better stuff to do. “We also need to figure out your partners for your project before next week ok?” Mrs. Hicupo reminded. Then the bell rang. It was Thursday, so there were after-school sports, and bullies. The bullies. The ones that pushed and shoved innocent kids around, dominating the halls and buses. Albert attempted to get to his locker quickly, but kids from everywhere started to pour into the hallways like water. Stampeding into the halls and running faster than a gazelle. He had to go plan B. That never worked. After getting to his locker and packing his stuff, he rushed past the talking crowds to the cafeteria, trying to exit through the small back door, which the bullies never found. Unfortunately, he met the Jimok group before even reaching the cafeteria. “Ha!” Kycky said, shoving him to the ground, “you’re not going anywhere!” The kids laughed. They were just trying to show that they rule. Jimok kicked him, but Albert quickly got up. “Get away from him, what did he do to you!” a new voice shouted. The bullies looked back, it was Jeremy, and Mr. Brickson. The bullies ran away quickly, keeping their head down, trying not to be seen. They were all cowards, they always ran away from all the adults. “Thanks” Albert said, then he rushed past the few people left behind and sprinted to his

Balterzen. After the scream that we all thought was coming from the instructor I looked at Mrs. Balterzen and she looked really worried, and all kids know when an adult is worried something bad happened. So, we were all running through the dark cloudy night with trees in both of our sides but the worst part was, there were holes everywhere what if the instructor fell in a hole and possibly broke her ankle and maybe worse she got cut by a sharp stick and she was bleeding badly. I don't know how much damage a stick can because, but if it's sharp enough and you fall in it the chances of it causing a lot of bleeding is high. When we got there I was correct, the one time I was correct on something it doesn't pay off well the instructor was in the ground with a stick stabbing her leg and we see a man running off into the woods, I ask the instructor what happened and she

James had come home from practice on Friday evening complaining about the unfairness of the swim team once again. It had been almost non-stop conversation over the dinner table the entire week. At first, his mother tuned it out. The children’s father had left before James was born, so she was struggling as a single mother ever since. Sometimes his constant complaining wore on her. She heard the word “punishment, ” and listened closer. Of course, she recalled giving her permission to the Coach, but had been assured that Jimmy was in no danger of receiving the punishment.

My last year at Dixon Elementary. I felt excited for promotion to the next grade of education: new classes, new teachers, and most of all, new school. But in my last year there I faced some unique obstacles. Over the course of year, our teacher had become bitter with our class. Really, it had to do with discipline. One group talks out of turn, is too loud, or too rowdy on the playground, and the entire class of 25 takes a form of elementary punishment. Stay inside for five minutes after class. Or, stand at the wall, in the cold, unforgiving shadow of the brick structure. Don’t talk. Don’t have fun. Look to the sunlit playground and long for its warmth. Just wait―and reflect.

Warren’s team was ranked number four in the state and we were down by merely two points. Suddenly, the opposing team’s center, a tree standing a six foot seven tripped over Daequan’s foot. He rose from the ground seething with anger and proceeded to hurl a punch at him. I jumped over and took the punch for Daequan. The punch’s impact struck my ribs and I could hear a shattering noise. The pain was unbearable. I lay there on the solid wooden floor of the gym in bewilderment. I had to be lugged off the floor on a stretcher.

The first bell rings as soon as we walk through the front doors, which means we have four minutes to make it to first period. Bailee pushes me lightly on my shoulder. "Hey, I gotta go to my locker real quick. I'll talk to you third period." I don’t have time to reply as she half walks half jogs straight ahead down the hallway, which is weird being as her locker is in the right wing. I'm interrupted in my thoughts by being shoved into a locker, by not one snobby cheerleader, but two. Sutton Jacobs and her best friend Ashton Walker. On any other occasion, that friendly push wouldn't even harm a three year old, but I just happen to have a bruise on my side already. Sutton snickers to Ashton as if she just came up with the most cleverest thing

"Let 's teach this “Savior” a lesson!" the boy’s said. They pushed him, but the kid didn’t fall. He punched each one and brawled them to the ground until a boy came from the back and cut him with a pocket knife. “Ahhh!” the kid screamed. "Next time, pick on someone your own size, " the gang yelled. Philip got up. He knew he had enough.

Early morning and the sun is shining through the windows, the whistling sound of the kettle boiling. This was another regular day in Mark’s household, well part from Steve, Mark's older brother who had the telly on on full ball watching a roaring game of soccer. Mark in such frustration slams the pillow over his head to stop the loud sound of the soccer game enter his ears. The sound still found a way to creep into Marks ears. Mark has had enough of this, it is basically every single morning for him. Steve sure does love his soccer. So Mark decides to sneak his way around to the power outlet where the telly is plugged in and rips the cord out with all his strength. He said to himself “that'll do it” and plonks himself back into bed and falls asleep. Steve got pretty fired up about what Mark had did, He yells out at the top of his lungs “ i've had it with you Mark, you asked me if i wanted to stay at your house and all you do is say that i am annoying and you don’t like what i do, so i am leaving!” Bang goes the door as Steve stomps his way out of the house. Complete silence, Mark is relieved. He has been wanting steve to leave since like the first week of him staying with him. He thought it would be fantastic for two brothers to catch up and spend some time together and what better way to do that than for him to move in. But Mark had had enough of him.