The Principal's Office

my senior year of high school, I was the FFA president at Gale-Ettrick-Trempealeau High School. As president, I tried to make sure everything was done on time, but by the end of the year I was a little worn out. Irritated with having to do everything myself I tried to delegate but still ended up doing mostly everything. My officer team had clocked out for the year and I was upset. Sitting in an officer meeting one day before school, I asked my advisor if there was any chance we could talk to some

asked one of the gym teachers. “Billy punched danny in the face!” screamed one of the students from across the other side of the room with a smirk. “Come with me.” the teachers and aides told billy. They grabbed him by the arms and dragged him to the office. But man did he put up a fight, freeing one arm and trying to run. He made halfway down the hall until one of the gym teachers tackled him in his trail. “You 're in a lot of trouble kid.” said the aide. If only billy actually knew how much.

Bindle, a mean math teacher who is “tiny, scrawny, and fierce, with an eighty-year-old face and twenty-year-old red hair”(McManus 58), and Slick, the class clown. To begin with, Pat’s main goal is to finish seventh grade without being sent to the principal’s office by Miss Bindle. To do so, Pat “took great care never to attract the wrath of Miss Bindle” (McManus 59) and virtually became ‘invisible’ in her class. Later, Pat gloats about this to Slick. However, Slick

worst teacher. 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

his father, Benjamin Mee, should be focusing on Dylan, he is trying to fix other people’s problems. While in the principal's office, Benjamin tries to fix the squeaky window in the office. Dylan asks his dad to stop but Benjamin responds with “I can fix it.” (Crowe, x:xx). After talking with Dylan, the principal expels him from that school. The reason Dylan is in the principal's office is because he stole from the

Miller, who was suspended for playing with a stick that resembled the shape of a gun. Caitlin’s mother told the Washington Post’s Samantha Schmidt, “One minute she’s playing with her friends and the next her teachers are dragging her to the principal's office…”. Throughout this whole ordeal, the kindergartener was never told what was going on, or allowed to ask questions. She didn’t know what she was doing was wrong, nor was she forewarned, according to the article. Instances like this discourage

It was back in second grade, that possibly changed my life. Not allowing me possibly going to the high school I want too. The choices you make in the past, affect your life in the future. Evidence, is the story of myself. How I decided to do the same actions of another kid, that wasn’t the smartest of all. I went to Haskell Elementary, met Matthew, also known as the class clown who always caused trouble. He was a subtle boy for the first few weeks, it was exactly the fourth week, when he completely

In the article, The Principle And The Paddle, by Newsweek, it talks about how one Principle named David Nixon used a wooden paddle whenever the students would commit a major offense. With “nearly 90 percent of the kids at John C live[ing] below the poverty line”(Newsweek 1), it can imply that the students amount of deviance is pretty high. But since Nixon has taken over the school as principal he managed to turn the school around and “...most parents and teacher will tell you he couldn’t have pulled

middle school facility. As I entered the building, I was greeted by a young man (a student) holding the door for me. “How polite” I thought to myself. He then directed me to the office. Once in the office, I was greeted by the secretary and asked to wait patiently because they were extremely busy. Even though the front office was busy, everyone was welcoming, friendly yet efficient. Once the

like everything is okay?” The entire class just stared at me, and Mrs. Price said,”Rachel! We will eat lunch, then accompany the principal in her office!” I knew there was steam coming out of my ears by now, but I didn’t say a word. In the cafeteria, I ate my lunch silently in fear of what I might say. After lunch, I went to the principal’s office, did five worksheets, and calmed down. I finally got sent back to Mrs. Price’s room. I asked her,”Can you please tell me what I missed? I got all