The Worst Day In School

1.Contact with members of the lower castes always reminded him painfully of this physical inadequacy

The fourth grade was a very traumatic year for me. My only sister went to middle school, my mom who always was at home across the street from school got a job, and I didn’t know one person in my class. For the first time in my life I was on my own and I was frightened even by the idea of it. During that year my grades dropped and I wasn’t social with my classmates. I started to fail in my favorite class, math. The work became pointless to me and I started to neglect my work. One day, after I failed another one of those math tests, my teacher asked to talk to me after class. Due to the already annoying grade I had received, my teacher punished me with a detention. Confusion and frustration flooded my body and I just wanted to give up. But,

The first day of 6th grade, I was shaking in fear, disliking everything about it. But after 3rd period, I realized it wasn’t too bad. The rest of the day went pretty smoothly and I was about to get one the bus when someone pushed me out of the way yelling, “Move it fatty!” When I got on the bus and found my assigned seat, I was frozen in fear to see that I was right in front of the kid that pushed me. His name was Luke. Luke was an 8th grader who was notorious for bullying the younger kids for his entertainment. “Looks like we got the fatty in front of us!” He yells to his friends as they crack up. I sit there ignoring them, feeling horrible. Luke leans forward and says, “Did you hear me, big boy?” I keep ignoring him as he continues to verbally

The next week came the counselors. They came to every class Kenny had been in. They stood in front of the class with sad expressions frozen on their faces and told us that if we were "feeling down" that we should talk to our parents. I idly wondered if the counselors knew that Kenny's mom often told him that if he wasn't around, costing her money, she could buy a new car. They told us with fake sincerity that we could talk to them if we felt we couldn't talk to our parents. I disgustedly retorted in my mind that no kid would ever go to a school counselor because every student knew the counselors would just tell the parents. The counselors told us that if we were having problems with our schoolwork (Kenny had been failing a couple of classes) that we should talk to our teachers and they would help us. I wanted to scream at them then. Didn't they know, didn't they even care that Kenny had gotten an A- on a test once? He had studied really hard, hoping to please his parents, but when he took the test home to show his dad, his father has slapped him and said "You think you're smart? We don't have no use for any smart ass kids here!" I sat silently at my desk and seethed.

It all started when one day, when Jonathan decided to pull my skirt up while I was throwing away some trash in the wastebasket. As he did so I pushed him off me, and at the same time the teacher saw the commotion that was going on. The teacher didn’t allow me to explain why I had reacted that way. Instead of letting Jonathan or any other peers give the explanation on the incident, she got up from her chair furious. She grabbed me by the shirt and slapped me on my back leaving a mark.

It wasn’t long until summer, this being my last few days at this school. I really liked this school but mama said “Oh, you poor child we must go your father has just got promoted again.” I knew that was the end of that. Mama doesn’t like when I argue so I don’t. As my papa got home I said, “How was work.” He did not respond to that though so I took it like he did not have a good day. I thought to myself I wonder did he have a good day mama said he got promoted. As I walked into my room to change into my play clothes I heard my friends yell, “Dude you coming out?” I sighed, ”Yeah.” I darted down stairs and told mama that I would be back before dusk. I ran outside and a man came up to me and said, “Listen kid I’m goanna kill you if you don’t give that hat and that watch too, OR ELSE!” I started to run and he chased me to the city and of course I fell. The man grab me by the arm and said “if you eve-I cut him off “If I ever WHAT?” He punched me in the jaw and I laughed “A girl can hit harder than that!” For my smart mouth he did again this time my loose tooth came out and I told him “do it again might make ya feel better.” I finally out of his grip and when I got home I got in the shower and after I put my pajamas on. I woke up and got ready for school. I

It was just another regular Tuesday morning; the sun was out shinning bright, wind howling, birds singing it was just simply a beautiful day. I was excited to find out my graduation was less than 6 months away. I’d always drive to school as soon as I had my car and was able to start driving. Just like another regular day at Haines City High School I went to all my classes which were just four daily. Thought out the day I was in a bad mood, not because something happened but for the reason that I was not able to sleep all through the night. I woke up moody and not in the mood for school I was driving sleepy which I should not have been doing in the first place. As soon as the bell rang for lunch which also meant if you had a car you could leaving during lunch, I left still sleepy; as I’m driving down the street there is construction so I stopped as the stop sign. When I look I started to drive off when all the sudden I hear a beeping and I look and it was too late. The women hit me head on, I was so mad at angry, nervous that I did not

On March 4th, 2005 I sat in Mrs. Musser’s first grade class. I talked with my friend Olivia Thacker, like I did everyday. We talked about boys; how smelly they were and how we would never have boyfriends. We talked about our sisters who were also friends, and we talked about our parents. However, that year we mostly talked about my mother. Around 2:45, my sister, Lauren and I, would walk to the farthest end of the school. That end of the school was filled with the bigger kids and I was always scared to walk on that side. My sister who was in second grade at the time, always walked with me, so I had some protection. Anyways, we walked out the doors to the student car-rider pick up line. My grandmother on my father's side always picked us up

My father noticed on the caller id it was my school calling. He looked towards me then answered. The principle explained my grades were bad and needed to arrange a parent, teacher, and principal conference. After scheduling the appointment, he confirmed with my mother. She yelled “I’m going alone!! I tried to convince her that it was an error but she didn’t believe me. The following day she rushed to the school. I began to sweat. I knew my mother had a zero tolerance for anything wrong that I was doing in school. As the conference started. I was asked the first question by my principal, he said ‘’ Mackenson what is going on?’ The class stared in fear for me. I answered ‘nothing’. My mother had no time to waste. She asked my principle, “is there any errors on his report card?’’ He responded no. By the blink of an eye, my mother reached in her purse and took out a belt. I had a panic attack. I knew it was going to be the worst day off my life. I was embarrassed. She spanked me in front of everyone.my reputation had been destroyed. A couple weeks

When I was 12 years old, and my grade wasn’t promising. My parents all blame me, but never encourage me to bring it back up, so for a year my grade never changed. During that year my mom treat me like I wasn't her son. Me and my mom fight almost every day. The next year, everything was the same. My grade was still on the ground, until the next semester my friend encourage me and helped me to bring my grades up. They tried to help me and try to convince me to compete with them so I can bring my grades up faster. When I was 7 years old, there was a bully back in China who was in 6 grade. He beat up first, second, and third graders. I told my parents so they can do something about it, but they thought I was talking about a third grader, so they say to deal with the problem myself. For a year he was still bullying people, so my friend courage me to go with them so that we can tell the teacher. The teacher didn't do anything about it, some and my friend brought bats and beat him up. Some of my friend got hurt pretty bad, but we got him into the hospital, and after that he stopped bullying people.

Carter started to spit on my dug up the hole and when I wasn’t looking Johnna was behind me and shoved a pile of dirt on my new hoodie. I aggressively stood up and yanked the him down and said “Leave me alone, what have I done to deserve this?” and there was this awkward silence.             Ms.Rancho walked over, telling me to sit on the bench and then she let the boys get away from what just happened and she accused me for starting it and told me that I will no longer have recess time, but I angrily told her “did you not see what just happened!?” And she quickly barged in, saying “ENOUGH!’ When recess time was over, we headed back and as I walked to my seat, Mike put his feet on top of my chair, so I pulled my chair, hoping that I gave him a coucasition. Mike said “ow” and his friends asked “what happened, bro?” he whispered and grindingly stared at me. When we were dismissed, my dad came to pick me up, and I was not aware that Johnna was following me but little did he know that there was someone with me, so he quickly tried to grab me by the sleeves, paying me back after what I did to mike’s feet and my dad was like “what do you think you’re

It was fourth-grade during the second trimester, and as normal, I was doing well at school. Life was going on at the same speed, I was fine. School had just started up again after Christmas break, and everyone was tired, including me. I would always get up a little late, sending me rushing around the house to get ready for school. Luckily for me though, I always got ready in time, always had my things ready. Until one day, I didn’t.

When she got to me she raged “ You are expected to complete ALL your homework!” I was really upset because that was the first time a teacher had yelled at me. I didn’t know what to say so I began to cry. After that incident, I was scared that the teacher didn’t like me so I grew to be afraid of her. Every morning my mom would drop me off at school and I remember feeling my stomach drop as soon as I thought of the idea of staying in school. My mom would take me to the entrance but I would be terrified of staying there alone with no one to talk to and I would begin to

So when I arrived at home I was super exhausted from the weekend, so all I did that night was a shower and I went straight to sleep. I woke up super late the next morning; I’m rushing trying to get my clothes together so I could get to school on time. I left my house 7:15 on a Monday it was snowing and the ice cold breeze was blowing. I arrive at school and go to breakfast. I’m pulling everything out of my book bag so I can do my homework, then the dam utility gadget flies out. After its fly’s out a kid see’s it and tell the teacher. I am so shocked and devastated, the teacher walks me up to the principal’s office and I tried to explain everything to him and he said he couldn’t do anything about it, and I would have to meet with the board of education. They sent me home earlier that day. When I stepped in the house I almost died because my mom was so mad, but she calmed down after I talked to her and told her what

My school bell rang, signaling that another day of school was over. I left my classroom and said goodbye to my friends while I walked to my bus. I got on the school bus that was filled with musty air and body odor, along with the underlying tone of Axe Body Spray. Kids filled the bus front to back. In the back is where roughhousing occurred, and in the front was order as usual. I sat in the middle where my other classmates sat. The textured bus seat I sat on was filled with holes where spongy foam popped out of the seat cover. I knew a few kids around me, but did not know the majority. About halfway into the ride the boys I did not know began to tease me. Salty sweat began to perspire on my upper lip out of fear and confusion. I was confused and did not know why they were harassing me. I asked them to stop, but it only got worse. It escalated until I was surrounded by people calling me "bitch" and a "stupid fuck-head." I got off the bus upset with being called stupid, and wondered what bitch and fuck-head meant. I asked my mom when I got home, and she turned white as a ghost wondering where her son heard those words. I was only in first grade.