In fact, the boy is in a situation where his life could be not as bad but, he decides to make his life more worse by not the wearing the jacket. Soto explains “Even though it was cold, I took off the jacket during lunch and played kickball in a thin shirt, my arms feeling like Braille from goosebumps.” The boy knows that he will be cold but he decides that he would rather be cold then wear this ugly jacket. Also, this shows how much he disliked his jacket and that relates to the theme, how ungrateful he is. Soto doesn’t reveal why exactly he took the jacket off. For all the readers know there could have people around he wanted to impress.
In the story, the child proclaims his instantaneous rancor for the jacket as he views it for the first time, “I wanted to cry because it was so ugly and so big I knew I’d have to wear it for a long time” (Soto). Due to growing out of his former, the boy needs a new jacket, wherewith his mother purchases a new one for him, nothing that he expected. He realizes what he must endure at school and in public, walking around like a massive avocado with no skin. Bitterly, the boy affirms his distaste for the jacket, knowing no way out will arise. In his mind, the reality of his upcoming days and weeks of school overtook the thoughts, he knows the upcoming emotional pain and suffering.
“Homeless on Campus,” by Eleanor Bader is a summary of homeless students on college campuses. Bader taught English at Kingsborough Community College and she was also a freelance writer. This report explains how many students on college campuses are homeless and are trying to continue their education. Bader illustrates her points by writing about students that share their personal stories about their hardships. She also communicates with others who have insight and information about students who have no home and are going to college.
Then he went into his class and saw a banner that said “ Welcome Back” and some red balloons. He thought he still had friends and thought they did not care that he look different . But when it was time to go outside, he saw his friends all smiling at him,but when he got to them they made rude comments like “Where did you get that ugly mask” referring to the huge scar on his face.He felt tears come to his eyes, but tried to hold them in or they will label him a wimp. But out of nowhere he heard a small voice,and when he turned around it was little Sarah. She said “ Leave him alone, you bullies because he is a friend of mine.” After those words that came from Sarah he never played the game of making Sarah cry.
To a 13-year-old teenager in high school, who you are means everything. You are the outfit you decide to wear to school, the way your hair sits on your head, the way you read a passage in class, and the speed at which you walk in the halls. Other students know when you wear the same shirt twice, get a bad and embarrassing haircut, or mispronounce a word while you read a passage aloud, and they will call you out for it. They will comment on the attributes that you are most sensitive about—ones you may not be able to control—making you dread walking in the halls alone. Self-consciousness develops with every move you make and every word you say.
There is a group of students walking back and forth to classes. No one notices the boy lingering in the hallway. He is your average student with books in his hands, a bag slumped over his shoulders, and a smile on his face to lighten up the day. However, behind that smile, there is neglect, loneliness, and the label of being an outsider plastered on his forehead. No one acknowledged his existence, until his face was broadcast on the local TV channel.
The boy started washing his face. He was scared she was going to
The one think that sticks out to me though all of my years of education is my first year in school. Pre-K I remember this like yesterday I went to Hawthorne Elementary right on Josephine Street the building was an old tanned building I remember walking in the double door which I believe were this ugly brown color I know it did not go with the building my mom had was holding my hand in one hand and my other I had white with blue line baby blanket I did not leave anywhere with that blanket as we walk up some tiny steps into the hallway my five year four year old self was feeling great because all I was thinking was I have my mom with me and we are going to have a great day as we walking down the hallway into the cafeteria which smelled with a mix of pancakes and tacos with kids and a parents everyone it was not too bright in there at a dim look to it when we walked in to the cafeteria we meet a teacher aid by the name of Mrs. Carmen she was an old Hispanic lady with white blond hair sweet lady. my mom told me to go with Mrs. Carmen as she took my barney shaped backpack off my back and placed it on the table when my mom did that I
I hopped out of the car and just stood there. Soon I saw a boy inside the house he looked like he was 15 years old maybe? I followed my dad's with my tiny suitcase and a small backpack. ¨Danny we're home!¨ my blonde hair dad screamed Soon I saw the boy turn the corner and look at me then I looked at him. ¨Danny meet your new little sister this is Pepper¨ my Dad smiled ¨Hey Pepper¨ Danny exclaimed ¨Hello¨ I said