Friday, May 31, 2019
The Year that Changed My Perspective of School :: Expressive Essay
The Year that Changed My Perspective of SchoolIt all get crackinged a week in front the new schooltime year. The year of the sneezing, coughing and nonstop runny nose was preparing its over throw of summer. I wasnt too excited about it. In detail I dreaded it. Advertisements came flying through the mail. Every one of them had printed boldly Back To School and Back to School again. It made me sick to my stomach. I threw all ad in the garbage. I never knew it but this school year was to change my view of school and the people in it completely. The first hour of school was a disaster. Mainly because of Mrs. decoration my new history teacher. At the sound of the bell she carried a pile (2ft. high it seemed) of papers from her desk to all the students. Welcome to the fantastic world of history, she announced, My name is Mrs. Laurel and these here few papers are the requirements and rules of my class. She passed out what amounted to be forty papers for each student. Then she smiled and said, We will start with you. She pointed directly at me. You start reading for us and then well circle all around the room so everyone can get their chance. My face red-faced red, my heart pounded through my chest. I was sitting way in the back but some how or another she picked me. She noticed me. This was the worst first twenty-four hour period of school in my life. Well, I read. I read and I read and I read. I read the whole entire thirty minutes because Mrs. Laurel never stopped me and I was too afraid to stop. So I jumbled and mumbled over words. My face turned oven red and my voice sounded hoarser and hoarser. Some of the students began to giggle. I felt terrible. It was the bell that saved me. Young lady Mrs. Laurel called to me as the class shuffled out the door. You will start on the Student Expectations paragraph tomorrow alright Yes Mrs. Laurel, I said quietly. Then I ran quickly out the door. The next morning I didnt go to class. I hid in the bathroom stall.
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