The Principal's Office

It all started when a tiny lump appeared under the rug, it squirmed a bit, but suddenly disappeared. Two weeks passed and it happened again, but the lump seemed bigger. It startled the Jebber parents, but it not startle John John. The Jebber parents wanted to know why John John wasn’t startled, was it because he thought unfamiliar, spiky, slimy things were beautiful? That’s not the case, John John felt a connection with the tiny creature, and he felt he was meant to keep this thing, but his parents

The principal of a public high school in Texas has agreed to dissociate himself from the “See You at the Pole” school prayer event after complaints from an anti-religion organization. Greg Wright, principal of Prosper High School, has led prayer and devotionals at “See You at the Pole,” an annual prayer event. However, parent Janie Oyakawa filed a complaint with Freedom From Religion Foundation (FFRF)-- a Wisconsin-based anti-religion organization-- regarding Wright’s involvement in religious activities

sunscreen brands contain toxic ingredients (para. 5). The bottle of sunscreen is confiscated by the teacher. The student is not allow to apply sunscreen on his skin. When the teacher has an opportunity, she takes the confiscated sunscreen to the principal’s office. The principal later determines, when researching the ingredients online, that this particular sunscreen brand is in fact toxic therefore school district policy was violated. The student later receives a one day in school suspension for violating

time i tried standing up for my sister which made me feel better because I thought they would stop bullying her. This process got me in trouble and led me threw having to talk to the girls, then to fighting the girl and lastly ending at the principal's office. The next day as I arrived to school i asked my sister if she would tell who the girl was. She pointed to the corner where there was four girls standing she said the girl with the short hair, short, is chunky and her names is Mitzy. I walked

blinding the white of the paper became, and problems floated off the page, and tears filled my vision. The test was demanding, find X. Find X? I barely remembered a thing, even though I know I learned it. I was panicking. I was back in the same principal’s office when I got the news that I didn’t cut it. I failed that test, and barely past the others. I tested in at a ninth-grade level based on my performance on only four tests. It didn’t seem fair. Sitting in the car alone I cried, wondering if I had

thirty-two pairs of curious eyes. I hear Mr. Alarcon yelling at me to go to the office. This 90 second walk between my classroom and the principal’s office provided me with time to think about what I had just done. The embarrassment was overwhelming to the point of almost not being able to comprehend what had happened. With my agonizingly painful hands, mangled stomach and blushed cheeks I entered the principal’s office. I explained to him that I was dared to put a small paper clip into an electrical

principal. He begins this redefinition with what he terms a shocker: “the principal as direct instructional leader is not the solution!” (6) Indeed, he maintains that the current notion of the principal as instructional leader actually inhibits the principal’s

homecoming dance right after you win the homecoming football game when all of a sudden you find out your brother has been framed as a terrorist. By impuls you lash out on the person that told you the dreadful news and you are sent down to the principal's office, where your mom comes to get you and you find out your brother is possibly a terrorist that is working for al-qaeda. You are in shock and you try to find any way possible to prove your brothers innocent. This is what it was like for Kamran Smith

“The Principal called me in the office and told me that he had a mission for me” and he explained what had happened in the Library. Then Principal started talking about details what they did in the school Library and in the school campus. “So my friends and I began regular and normal work in the office and I also informed our Librarian to keep their eyes on the boys while they are in the rooms for selecting books and

” The bell rings, and I’m barely late for my first class. “What another glorious sunny day in LA.” Moments later, the principal’s voice came over the loudspeaker.“Casey Driscoll, Casey Driscoll.” I scramble in my seat. “Please report to the principal’s office immediately.” At that moment I’m thinking to myself Uh-oh I’m in big trouble. I’m on my way to the principal’s office, and I have no idea why they want me, which scares me out of my mind. I walk through the doors when Mrs.Melissa says, “