Most schools would suspend both students right away. What if one student in the fight had a good home life, his parents punished him, and he never got suspended again, but maybe the other student’s parents did not care, he would just simply get some time off of school, and continue to act out. If all students were talked to about what they did wrong and punished inside of school, there may be a chance to drop the percentage of kids that get in trouble. Yes, it may not be the school’s responsibility to punish the kid, but if they do not and neither do the parents, then who will? Giving out school suspensions may give the student that needs to be punished the most, time off from school, which is what they would prefer.
They also do not allow students to show any support for each other because they need a distraction free classroom. A 9 year old girl was not allowed to come to school because she shaved her head for a friend battling cancer. Kids are also getting sent home for wearing items related to their religion, in France, a 15 year old girl was sent home twice because she was wearing a skirt that was displaying her religion. In certain places, kids are not allowed to wear anything that promotes their religion (no crosses, no skullhats, no head scarves etc) Schools also go as far as embarrassing students for violating dress codes. Making them wear a “shame suit”, which usually is a mismatched outfit with words like “dress code violator”.
We got to the lunchroom, grabbed our trays, and sat down at our table. Our normal conversation about how our day was going and all the new gossip around the school had started. About five minutes later my friend asked me if I was going to go to the golf meeting today. I sat there, surprised at the thought of her even asking me such a silly question like that. After about a minute or so of her looking at me waiting for a response, I finally realized that she was serious.
The fact that there were cars kind confused me because we were freshmen and just starting out to drive, some of us didn't even have cars. I just kinda pushed it off to the back of my mind. As we walked down the street I could hear the music, I had watched enough COPS to know what was gonna happen. I just kept telling myself that if I left everyone would think I was a wimp, so I kept going. We got inside and I could immediately smell all the vape smoke and alcohol.
Are my teachers nice? Am I gonna have classes with my friends? After I ate breakfast, I got in the car with my mom and met up with my best friend Kalliee so we could at least walk in together because we didn 't have any classes together. As Kalliee and I were walking in, the first thing I did was drop something. The the I dropped was of course my deodorant.
I went to my original class after, the hallway was unusually quiet and not many people were even there. Classrooms were full; I think everyone was pretty scared about everything going on, especially because anyone could be accused. Once you’re accused you basically have to admit to it or else worse consequences will happen. The whole week had been crazy. I just can’t wait to get it over with.
Sure, there was one outside, but it was still a big deal to us to have been in that concert as just a group of friends with no babysitter. If my dad had been a smarter man, he would have done one of two things, brought earplugs or let someone else be the chaperone. We talked him into stopping at a Burger King so we could all get something to eat and drink. He came inside with us, and didn’t even seem to be embarrassed (which I thought was kind of cool in itself). When we finally left the restaurant, we headed back to Thomasville and slowly began to find the calmer side of ourselves.
After that moment I regretted everything I did and I had to go to the fire classes everyday. The fire classes were so boring and exhausting, I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be there, because I knew better then to light a blanket on fire. But after a while me and my parents moved away to Woodbridge Virginia where I met new people, went to a new school, it was a whole new lifestyle. I never saw Paris again, I then learned a huge lesson at the age of 8, something I would’ve never imagined happened to me . Thanks to that moment, I now will never forget to use fire properly and not to play around with fire, it is no