But then I walked into class, and the nerves suddenly hit me so hard that I felt physically ill. I managed to postpone my speech until the next class, which was a massive mistake: by the next class, I had forgotten part of my
I decided to cook some breakfast before Anniara got out the shower. I turned around and walked back into Anniara’s room. I banged on the bathroom door. “Anniara open up right now!” She opened the door a moment later, she hadn’t gotten into the shower yet as she was still dry which was perfect. “Put your clothes on” I told her I left the room and grabbed the car keys before walking back to her room.
Fix your second cup of coffee, take a sip, and go help the kids brush their teeth. Assist them with applying their toothpaste to their toothbrushes and not the sink, mirror, toilet, or their noses. Run back to the kitchen and turn off the smoking stove and fire alarms. After the kids have finished laughing at... ... middle of paper ... ...t, and shut the door. Start cleaning up.
Remembering that I was going to take a shower, I grabbed my clothes from off my bed and headed for the bathroom when I heard my G-chat notification go off. I turned back and walked towards my computer, it was Brian Lee. "Abigail, can you please help me with the Math homework?" My shower was now delayed. Eager to help my classmate, I went back into my bag, pulled out my folder and took out my math homework.
F. Finally the windows are last on the bathroom checklist. III. My final room to clean is the kitchen. A. I will start by loading the dishwasher and getting those out of the way. B. I will wipe down the counters and put everything back in its place.
Almost in the same hour the next morning, I had to rush upstairs for the same reason. By the end of the day we had placed a sign indicating, "This toilet is out of order! ", on the door of the toilet. Instead, a bedside toilet was installed with a restricted amount of paper. Because of her failing memory, Mother wipes herself as long as there are tissues, forgetting that she has already done so.
I apologise as much as I can before running of to my new classroom embarrassed. Now not caring what my class will say, all I care about and can think of is that girl. ‘Who is she?’ ‘What’s her name?’ I just want to meet her again, say sorry for running into her, and make sure she’s not angry and annoyed at me. As I reach the door of my new classroom, I peer through the glass, see the teacher writing something on the board, the children all in lines at their desks. I take one last look, take a big, deep breath and reach for the handle.
We walked through the never ending hallway, searching for Monica’s classroom like detectives on a mission to find a key to the unknown door. We found the Monica’s classroom and dropped her off. The next stop was mine. I found myself getting more nervous each step, I toke. Suddenly my mom and my dad stopped walking and told me that this was my classroom.
I went straight into the bathroom, had a wash, brushed my teeth and went back into my room to dress. We were obviously allowed to ware our casual clothes, so I slipped on some trousers and a shirt and went down stairs. My mother had already started to make my breakfast, she was making something which smelled like bacon. As I went into the kitchen I noticed it was egg and bacon that my mum was cooking. I said good morning and poured myself some water which I have every morning and went to sit down on the sofa.
School officials called the police when they heard Cho gunning people down at Virginia Tech. They called the police because they had guns that could stop Cho. Were guns the problem or the solution that day? The answer is that Cho was the problem and guns were the solution. If law abiding students were allowed to carry then their guns would have been the solution delivered long before so many innocent students were killed waiting for the police to arrive” (Gillespie, n.d.) Like in the instance when James Strand stopped Andrew Wurst from reloading his gun and going back into the school dance and shooting more kids (Broderick, 2013).