The Principal's Office

Aloysius was watching as all this transpired from her office window. (Doubt, 2008) This actually is not even addressed in the play until close to the end of Scene VIII. There is also then the classroom scene which is briefly mentioned in the beginning of Scene II

Every student hates the sound of keys smacking against each other, the walkie-talkie screeching, and the principal’s heels hitting against the floor while she is walking down the hall. This was the sound I heard before getting in trouble. I got suspended for ten days for a verbal altercation. While suspended, I had to find a way to keep my grades up. This was really important to me because I never had horrible grades. With good grades, I knew that I could get in my dream school. While I was suspended

up having serious problems in school. This is a little story on how I overcame my failure at life and began to be listen to. November 15, 2009 I’m back in the principal’s office, back in his office due to a fight I was in a week ago. That office was another home to me, I was there it 24/7. So as I’m sitting down with my uncle in his office and the principal is on his way that’s what we were told. This was meeting was two days after I accident that happen in a classroom with a teacher, I’ve gotten

the Indian boy gets in a fight with Frenchy St. John and punches him in the face, while going to the principal's office he says. ''He wasn't the warrior that day. I was. And I chanted It is a good day to die, it's a good day to die, all the way to the principal's office'' (Alexie). He Is proud and has a fire in his heart, ready to take on the world. He chanted all the way down to the principal's office knowing he was getting in to some major trouble but he did not care. He would have beat up the principal

fighting back. After dealing with all the tormenting she could take Melba went to the principal's office to report the treatment she received. “When I went to the principal's office the clerks asked me why I was reporting petty stuff. With unsympathetic scowls and hostile attitudes they accused me of making mountains out of molehills.” This is another example of Melba using composure because she had to respect the office clerks and agree with what they said and move on. My Second example from another

heard the familiar “booop booop” of the classroom telephone. After a minute or so, she got off the phone. “Sydney?” Mme. Dupré said, searching around the room. “Hi…” I mumbled, raising my hand shyly into the air. “The…principal wants you down at his office right now.” She emphasized

to myself “I’ve had enough of this clown.” (I don’t think I actually said that.) So when he yanked my chair out from under me, I pushed him down and hit him with the chair while he was down. That landed me straight to Mrs. Jones’s, our principal, office. It seems the teacher never saw any of the times he pulled the chair out from under me, but she saw the one time I reacted. It only went downhill from there. It didn’t take too long before his friends started joining

The dynamism in the world has enabled the technological field to grow immensely. The change in innovation has enabled individuals to create numerous extraordinary developments, for instance, cell phones (McDonald 34). Cell phones have become a substantial part in student’s lives. The behavior associated with cell phone has shifted from it being helpful to now being a nuisance for students and teachers (Haverila 315). Despite advantages of cell phones, it has caused severe negative impacts to students

The Bully By:Chelsie Hardin The year was 2090, where everyone who was in school that was a bully, they had to go to jail for six months. They should have to get in trouble because bullying hurts a lot of people in many ways. Some people even take bullying to the extreme and they go commit suicide.Something still didn’t seem right because people were still getting bullied and the bullies didn’t go to jail. If the principal sees you bullying another kid, he will call the police and they will escort

When I was in middle school, I used to joke about living in the principal’s office. There was not a week that went by where I was not put out of class because of “my mouth”. I would leave with my head held low, frustrated, referral in hand. I can still picture those frequent journeys, passing staff members on the way who’d often ask me if I was on my way to “my homeroom”—the main office. “That mouth is going to get you in trouble!” In those days, I could never comprehend how my actions warranted