Ugh! I was trudging up the stairs up to 8th period. This class feels like the longest one i have all day! i just can't wait to get home! get away from Mrs.Berntson! shes so- i don't know- mean. all she does is make us do homework, read and write, essays. nothing fun, nothing cool, and absolutely nothing nice.i feel all she does is sit at her computer.
i hadn't noticed that i had stopped walking and was holding up space and people were passing me in the staircase. i was just zoned out… again… I've been zoning out a lot lately. i just shook off the thought that i was maybe going crazy. so i ran up the stairs before i got anymore late then i was already.
I entered her room with a bright red ruby face and looked down. she yelled at me, “Where have you been miss Kopec?! Kissing your boyfriend i suppose?! Oh wait haha you don't have one!!” i just sighed and noticed my face was even more red than it was earlier. I could feel then heating up,my stomach swirling, my back tingling, and my hands and knees shaking. i could hear everyone laughing nervously hoping they weren't her next victim. god i hated this class. shes so ugh-mean and rude and this class was just horrifying!
She rolled her eyes and said and yelled, “For gods sake child sit down!” with my head down i quickly rushed to my seat. she told us to shut up and if we said a word we would be really sorry. so i didn’t dare speak. She was actually going to read to us Meanwhile. i listened closely and began to think what if this was real. what if meanwhile actually did work? i obviously zoned out again. she yelled at me and said, “Miss Kopec!! shut your mouth you’ll catch flies you freaky, ugly, emo hermit!.” i began to think why does she hate me so much?! i mean what did i do to tha...
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...o be about early 20s and he was very lanky… i smiled and he told me we were going sky-diving...i instantly got chills and was nervous. i looked at him shocked and he just smiled. he grabbed my hand and we walked to the edge of the plane and he pushed me out. i screamed and i noticed i didn't have a backpack with a parachute in it and i got scared and so i quickly wrote ‘the end’ in the air…
i closed my eyes tight and opened them to the bell ringing. i opened my eyes quickly and i saw Mrs.Berntson had her hand in the air about to smack me in the face and it was like the world stopped when i left.i was so happy when i heard the bell ring i got up and ran out of class and i heard Mrs.Berntson scream and i asked my friends what happened and they laughed and said when i got up her fingers got smashed in between the door and the table i broke into laughter and walked off.
So, now you’ve seen Ms. Taylor’s true colors. Hopefully by hearing this a good amount of you are scared of being able to image my experiences with her, and you should be. She only comes once in a generation as a teacher willing to make it a living hell on your appearance, presence, and piles of classwork. She has gone the extra mile of assigning us 40 assignments for her absences, shaving my head, and even giving me a ridiculous nickname. Sadly, now you will all have to deal with this in the near future too. But now the question lies, how will you
Preschool was the best time of my life. What I enjoyed most was taking naps and having recess . One day while at recess, I was on the playground, my teacher Ms. Clark told me to jump down and she would catch me. Being a little kid I laughed and prepared myself to jump. I jumped down,and as soon as I jumped, Ms. Clark turned away and I fell on my stomach, hitting the asphalt. I was crying and screaming because I had cuts on my leg. Ms. Clark picked me up and she asked me, ”Kenya, why did you jump off of there?” The nurse fixed me up I had to sit in the classroom during recess for three days.
"Where are you going at this time of day?" she shouted. "Playing hooky, I suppose. I'll just call the principal and tell him!" She looked like the ugliest thing I had ever seen. Oh, did I ever hate her.
I was at Maria's dorm, I was sitting on her cheap-ass sofa holding her textbook, ready to beat the shit out of her. I wanted to get her back, I heard the door open and I ran towards it, ready to smack her.
As I walked to school with my lunch that was in a plastic bag. Once we got into school and got in the building my teacher Mr. Williams took attendance and five minutes later we turned around and got on the bus. It was windy and there were leaves blowing all over the place. Last year my 5th grade at John Stewart elementary school was going to Leroy Oakes in St. Charles for team building. It was a fall day and it was chilly. I had my drawstring on my back with my lunch and had three coats on. We turned onto a road called Dean Street and it was bordered by grass. I saw the Leroy Oaks sign, and my bus went over a speed bump that threw my class off balance. After awhile my class off the bus with a skip and a jump in my step. Then I was super excited that our
So I slept great and I feel great. Its an away game at Saint Francis so that means it 's dress up day. I dress up nice so I look sharp, and go to school. School felt like an eternity my classes felt like they went from an hour to two hours long. I could not pay attention no matter how hard I tried. Finally lunch time comes around and that
Once upon a time there was a boy named Joe and it was his first day in middle school. So Joe and his brother and parents went to open house at the school so Joe and Billy know where there classes are. So then the next day they got on the bus and Joe was playing with his friends from 5th grade that he knows then they got to school. Then Joe ate lunch and the he went to his homeroom and say so of the same people from 5th grade. And Joe told his brother that the first day at school wasn’t so bad. The next day Joe and Billy got up and put their clothes on then ate breakfast then went to the bus stop. Then the bus came and they got on the bus and went to school. Then they got to school ate
I was a typical 6th grader with a love for social time and hatred towards pointless homework. As I was tapping my foot on my creaking wooden desk with my book opened pretending to read, Mr. Daniels was watching over me like a bird that just gave birth to chicken eggs. I had a feeling she was going to ask me a question about what I was reading. I realized from that point on to always trust my instincts. Mrs. Daniels tall toothpick shaped body leaned over and asked me to summarize the first chapter in front of the whole class. Due to not even beginning to read the first page I told her I did not even know where to begin. Since I was not prepared for class, not participating, and being rude about my task at hand I received a punishment. My punishment was every week I had to write a summary in my own words about the chapter I had read. My eyes rolled in the back of my head so far I didn't know if they would ever go back to normal. I knew my life was over at this
It was St. Patrick's day and the day was coated with green. I got dressed in a green shirt, grabbed my bookbag, and stepped onto the school bus. When I got to school, everything seemed normal, at first. During class for the past week, we had been working on leprechaun traps and today was the day we would put them to the test. We put the finishing touches on our traps and cleaned up our mess. Our class had to leave the classroom to practice for the spring musical. When we left the room, it was spotless, but when we returned, the class shrieked in surprise. Toy bins were overturned and lying on the floor, colorful Legos spilling out. Tables were flipped over and chairs were upside-down. I ran over to my leprechaun trap to see if it had
Suddenly my vision wasn’t clear and I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Then, I sat on my chair at the back of the class and my friend was waving her hand to grab my attention. She walked to my place and kept calling my name and it was the most annoying sound I’ve ever heard, as if she is screaming in my ear.
This sent me into an immediate panic. Was she hurt? What rule did I break? Did she find out about ____? I asked my teacher if I could go to the bathroom, and I called her.
I have had Mrs. Schulze for three years, best years i've ever conquered. It was all very scary because i've always been so shy and doubtful of myself. After going to a different class that wasn't with Mrs.schulze, I was scared I was ready to lose her yet, I still needed to learn more from her. Mrs. Schulze was a great teacher, she taught very well, was humorous, kind, and was always so understanding. I knew I wasn't always going to be in her class, I had to move on. She had been the best teacher
It was time for my first class I felt out of place because I didn’t know any of the students they were nothing like me they were “different”. As I got to my first class I got seated and I opened my notebook next to me was
So one day after school my older brother took me to the gym. After I changed into my gym clothes in the locker room, I sat nervous on the patted mat by the rock climbing tower/boulder waiting for the instructor to walk in and other students to show up. After a few minutes the instructor walked in. She smiled really big, so big that I saw t...
Still clearly remember the first day of class. Professor, you are very honest and humorous. You tell us that you are teaching in this summer because you have to pay rent, you keep telling us that there has two doors in the classroom, we can leave or drop the class whenever we want. Although you have repeat this information for several times. People are still staying in the room, which I am one of them. As this class goes on, I realize taking this