Kazuma Argento was in school in the back left corner window seat. He has black spikey hair and black piercing eyes that make most people cower. He had his bangs over his eyes on his first day of school hoping people didn't notice his eyes and hoping to make some friends. Unfortuantly some person from 8th grade that he beat up hired some deliquents to beat him up in school. He was sitting at his desk during lunch break when three 10th grades barged into the classroom when the teacher was gone and went up to him smacked his lunch away and picked him up by his colllar and punched him.
When I get really mad, sometimes I make bad decisions. It’s hard to control myself. That’s why I try to not get mad. The first day of school at MOC-FV, a student was yelling at me in English in the cafeteria. I got so mad, that I threw a chair at him.
Mr. Lanham explained how Donny was very noisy and disruptive in school, was always fooling around with his friends, and never responded to a teacher. From Mr. Lanham’s suggestion, Daisy started to check Donny’s homework assignments every night. Donny’s grades then rose to average grades but, the school called again in December to explain how Donny had been cutting classes, breaking into a student’s locker, and drinking. After hearing this, Daisy and Matt arranged for Donny to visit a tutor. The tutor was able to help with Donny’s behavior, however, not his grades.
After Jessica leaves, many students were making twisted stories of what they thought killed Anne and burned Jessica so badly. At the end of the day, Jeff asks Tom to come over after school. Tom declines and makes an excuse. Then Mrs.Tracy asks Tom to bring Jessica’s homework to her, since she lived nearby. Jeff gets upset because Tom lied about having something to do.
Rosa was once the girl who had to walk to school, while other white kids rode a bus to school. Rosa was getting sick and tired of the way people were treating her and her kind, so she made a movement that affected everyone. There was a group of them that were done with getting mistreated, and the practiced what would happen o the bus, work, and practically everywhere else. This amazing group was called the NAACP. NAACP means National Association for the Advancement of Colored People.
I swallowed hard as I slouched backwards in my seat, feeling the colour draining from my face. The more I thought about what she said, the more I realized that it sort of made sense. When I first walked into school, twenty minutes ago, I couldn’t help but feel like something had gone wrong. I’d even seen bits of the staff clustered together in the hallway, their heads down as they talked quickly and quietly in furious whisperings. “Who’s Archer
I am Telemachus. Walking down the hallway made me nervous. The stares of many people, who thought I shouldn’t be up there, scorched my black sweater and made me burn with embarrassment, making me wish I hadn’t worn so many layers despite it being thirty degrees outside. Here I was, a third grader going to a winter class for fourth and fifth graders. My dad had signed me up for a class for my grade in order to get ahead in regular school, but after twenty minutes, it was pretty clear that I had already went through this material during school.
One morning at about 8:00 a.m. when I woke up I went outside and looked down the street and saw some of my neighbors houses destroyed. For example the windows had been bashed in, their would be holes in the front door like someone had kicked their foot in it, and it looked like someone ran their mailbox over with a car. I went back inside to tell my family what I saw so that they would know. After I had finished telling them they ran outside to see it for themselfs. My mother and father looked as if they were about to cry in sadness and anger at the same time.
(his nickname is Smoke because of his background of an arsonist) who is in Mrs. Starch’s biology class. He was a very obnoxious student and even consumed half of his teacher’s pencil! Before that happened, he had an argument with his teacher, in which he exclaimed, “Get outta my face… or else you’ll be sorry” (p. 10). Mrs. Starch gave him a punishment of writing an essay about pimples (he was not paying attention, ate half a pencil, and was picking on a zit) and one day (when Mrs. Starch was not there - she is missing), he came into class and his “blazer was pressed and spotless, his khaki trousers were laundered and creased, and his necktie was perfectly knotted. His cheeks looked shiny and scrubbed, his hair was parted and neatly trimmed, and not a speck of grease or grime was visible on his hands.” (p. 103).
Getting shoved in a locker is a cliché that accompanies arriving at High School, but for me was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The terror that reigned over my mind soon turned to vengeance and hatred for myself and those who pushed me to this place. “Not everything changes you for the better,” my mother had said multiple times to me before the camel’s back broke. Being shoved in a locker sticks in my mind same as chewing gum to a shoe. I was the strange child, I still am the strange child in the class.
When coming to Arcadia High School I didn’t know what to feel like, would I say frightened, worried, or energized? For this reason I decided that I felt confused. I was a bit stressed at the thought of getting bad grades. I entered school and saw what looked like a beehive of people going where they needed to go. So like many freshmen on their first day I got lost looking for my first class, it was such a big school and many of the halls weren’t even in alphabetical order.
A Stolen Sibling The words of my book looked as if they were sliding slowly of the pages, the teacher called out “Just a couple more minutes.” How long could that be? I just couldn’t handle it. Finally, that high pitched elementary school bell rang after a whole painful two minutes. I stood up and walked as fast as my little legs would let me, right out of that dumb school. I started to ride my scooter home getting faster and faster up to the point where the grey side walk was a blur below me.