The Worst Most Stressful Day Ever

Our class is always in chaos in the mornings. The boys compare what they have for breakfast today and discuss last night’s baseball game play by play, while the girls get together and share a bit of gossip they heard last night and begin to make plans for the weekend. Today was no exception. Just as the tardy bell rings, I sit in my seat at the corner of the room and notice that Kaylin, who sits behind me, is crying. Her face is red and blotchy and she is staring at her phone. I choose to act like I do not notice, because it must have been a rough morning and I would not want anyone bothering me if I were in her position. Then Abbie, who sits in the desk beside Kaylin, comes in a few minutes late, also crying. Lauren and I exchange confused glances, and I suddenly realize our teacher, Mrs. Hendrix, isn’t in the room. How strange, I think to myself, she is almost always here to greet us when we walk in the

It was always easier to ignore problems that you couldn’t curse out. Besides, I couldn’t allow any drama to upset the rest of the day with my friends. Once I heard the knock on the door, all previous thoughts were forgotten until I saw Kambili shyly approaching it. I stepped in front of her and greeted my two best friends in. I noticed Kambili starting to leave, almost dejected. Well, I wasn’t exactly known for apologizes, however, I had a new method of clearing up the dust. Without really inviting her, I managed to get my cousin to take the hint and join us in my room. That sounded much better than my mom scolding me for not doing so later I

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my alarm clock. It reads “6:20.” The first thought to enter my mind as I awoke was, “Sonuvabitch. Another day to see phonies at Triton High School.” I hopped out of my bed and took a shower. The water was cold like it has been for the past week. It almost turned me into a human icicle. I brushed my teeth, ate breakfast, did all the morning requirements. Every day is a loop; I follow the same daily schedule: wake up, go to school, come home, do homework, talk to friends, and sleep. I keep this cycle to keep my sanity. After leaving Pencey and coming to this school, I haven’t made many friends. There are three groups at this school: the nerds, the overly nice people, and the

Today, was a crazy and long day. This week I am only teaching Math, Daily 5, and Social Studies. During Daily 5 today Mrs. Haberman the principal came into observe me. I went through the interactive lesson before class, but I should have looked over the directions a little bit better. I tried to put the incorrect word into the box, and Mrs. Vavra told me that I needed to make sure I knew what it was asking me to do. I can’t believe I let this happen especially since Mrs. Haberman was in there. I was nervous about her coming in already and now I am nervous to see what she has to say about the lesson. It was not my best lesson by far and of course it had to be the one that Mrs. Haberman was observing. I personally I think the problem was that

“Ok,’ok, I’ve heard enough both of you get two detentions next week. Now both of you back to class and I don't want to hear of you guys fighting again or next time will be suspension. Now go!” Said Mr.Edwards pushing them both out the door closing it behind them.

I was laying on my fluffy bed thinking about what I should do before going back to “uh” school. I absolutely despise going to school from everyone not liking me to rules and directions and, my super popular older brother and sister Heacter and Winter. What made it worse was that Then I remembered that there were posters all over school before spring break saying that there was going to be a party today across town at 4pm. I rolled over to see that my clock yelling 3:30pm and, that I needed to go. I realised that there was no way I was going to make it in time and, being two hours late would not work out. There was only one thing that I could do. I ran all over the house until I found Heacter and Winter.

(Schellenberg 1999) Everyone is class saw what was going on. But I wanted to use the B&N approach because I didn't want to add any sideline commentary. So I approached her and asked her was she spreading rumors about me. She told me that she wasn't talking bad about me but she heard herself that I was spreading nasty rumors about her. I told her that I don't have the time or patience to talk badly about anyone. That's just not in my character. So we agreed at that point that we didn't have to be friends but we have to work in the same room and that we have to get along for the kids sake. She agreed and we continued working in the classroom. Months go by and I'm thinking to myself I'm happy that I spoke to her on a one to one atmosphere. Nobody else needs to know about what happened at that point. So a few weeks pass and we're not talking to each other but we respect one another as co-workers. Or at least I did. So one day one of the kids went off. Charging at the kids, and the

After lunch, we walked-correction: I walked, and Trinity skipped-to class, since we both had AP math. I sat down in the back seat on the right, and as Trinity went to sit in the chair beside me, a guy I used to tutor sat down in it. Trinity wasn't really the confrontational type, so she just sat in the seat in front of me. I wouldn't have helped her, but as I mentioned I don't really like talking. Just get through high school alone, I used to say. I guess I can't really say that now.

What the hell is wrong with you? Rustling about in that damn bag of yours. You should know to keep your extras on your desk. What a lazyass you are not to do that at the beginning of class. Heavens above and God Almighty! You are a useless waste of my time!” The teacher squawked at the top of her lungs.

I was in the computer lab reviewing Spanish vocabulary when my fifth grade teacher entered with a stern face. She requested that Jonathan, Luke, Jack, Sydney and I came with her because she needed to speak with us. Nervous, we silently followed her out of the room and down the long,empty hallway. She remained silent as we walked, but my fellow classmates and I were not as reserved. Gathering together and beginning to whisper, we wondered why she was pulling us out of class. What could we have done wrong?

After, everyone leaves for lunch I go to Mrs. Price’s desk to tell her that she was wrong,but when I go up to her desk to tell her she ignored me like i wasn’t even there. While,I was just standing there watching her grade papers and waiting for her to notice me, Kassidy Laster walked in, she was Mrs. Price’s favorite student. I stepped out of line and automatically when Mrs. Price saw Kassidy she shot right up from her seat and gave her a hug and started talking to her like she still didn’t know I was there. I was furious I stormed out of the classroom and went to lunch. I only had five minutes to eat because I took so long in Mrs. Price’s class. While I was thinking about what had happened in Mrs. Price’s classroom the announcements came

After Ms. Tofan was done throwing around such harsh accusations, I stared at her with disbelief. I then proceeded to explain how I was not at fault. Maybe, I didn’t do this in nicest manner possible, maybe I might have even yelled. Once I was done blowing up, Ms. Tofan calmly told me to stay at lunch. At this point I was furious. Within a matter of a few minutes all the happiness that I had in the beginning of the class completely disappeared. For the remainder of the class, I had stopped participating, and talking to my friends. The entire class just dragged on, until lunchtime finally came

What I wanted to do at this point was go up to that stupid Phllis Lopez and snatch the ugly red sweater straight out of her hands, and throw it at Mrs. Price and say, “Well, how does that feel?” But, since I really don’t want to go to the pricipals office on my birthday, I better not do that. After we go through all the halls, doorways, and by all the classrooms, we get to the lunchroom. I sit down with my lunchbox, and everyone looks at me crazy cause I guess, they can tell i’m mad. Once my friend gets her lunch, she sits down and says, “What’s wrong?” Then I tell her what went down in class. She has no reaction it’s like she was not listening, then I thought, well thats just great she didn’t even say happy birthday or listen so the

“Um, no Lauren, I’m not deaf. But if you keep screaming at me, I just might have to get back to you on that.” I said as politely as physically possible.

I shot open my eyes and heard my alarm, Rosendale Fairytale, playing. It's a quiet and peaceful tune, but it is loud enough to wake me up. It’s six o'clock , my anxiety has kicked in. I’m leaning against the wall in a corner of my bedroom, holding on to my stuffed animal as if my life depended on it. I need to go, but I didn't want to; it’s an endless fight between myself. Fear and anxiety set aside, I get up from the floor and get ready for the impending doom known as high school. At school, I’m okay; due to the distractions of daily routine the fear fades and I'm okay for the time being. My friends and work occupied my time keeping me distracted from my monsters. I feel guilty for the times I don't come to school because of the anxiousness, for I disappointed myself, my mother, and my friends. My friends have it worse than me, I feel like I don't deserve to vent because compared to them my problems were nothing. A friend who’s family hates them for what they are, another that’s poor, another has extremely strict parenting, due to my friends problems I feel like I don't deserve to vent nor to be anxious; I feel as though I dont have the right