Not one bit reassuring. My home was visible in the distance but for some reason there was something holding me back. It’s as if when I arrive, everyone is going to be disappointed in me. Angry for what I have done. And I don 't want to feel like that, I didn 't want none of this.
Nothing. I decided to come clean to Sarah about what happened, I knew she would understand. I told her what happened and she got mad, like it was MY fault? No! It is a shame that Sarah never got her Fidget back and that we never made up.
I started to doze off slowly and quietly but in a huge crash my teacher dropped the textbook and yelled " Bryant by you sleeping it tells me either you are bored and couldn't care less about what is going on , or you are just a complete idiot that just came here to waste money . Why do I say those two ? Well , it's because there is no way you are going to pass this class , you can't even answer any of the questions correctly ! " . The moment he said that I began to remember about high school , the same situation would happen to me teachers would always tell me I wouldn't pass the class and how my attention and memory was horrible .
I did not want to talk to anybody about what I was going through, I was miserable, I hated myself. At the end of of the semester, I knew I was going to be suspended because I knew how I performed. I wanted to run away, I did not want to return to my home. I experienced a major depression
Mama, it was so bad that Scout took me outta that room. “ It was the way he (Mr. Gilmer) said it made me sick, plain sick," It made me so sick. "It was just him I couldn't stand”. I’ve still not even begun to know what he had to do and what his problem was. I mean I had to tell Scout that her father wouldn’t ever talk to Mayella or treat her in that way.
We did harsh activites and nothing was related to mental health. They used force and threats and agression. Some time later, after Team Skeleton won an activity, the headmaster tells me and another girl that we can go home. We do not believe her, (at least I did not) and I stood there stupified. Then, I woke
All the way there, I tried to express my oppression and impotence, even when I knew I was never going to be listened about all the limitations they make their people face. That day I knew Helmholtz and Bernard were going to be sent to islands, out of all this damn hell. Truly I say, I will never understand this place, and they will never understand me. I have a God, I have feelings, I have a mind and I am sure this perfect new world would be much better and truly happy if they learn to think beyond what they do, if they drop some tears. I’m tired, I don’t know what I’m doing, I want to leave, I don’t want to be here anymore and they don’t want to let me go, I feel prisoner, I feel I can’t resist no more, they are trying to make me one of them and I don’t want to, I cant.
Shoot! It was a total blowout in our last game of the season. My team and I walked into the locker with disappointed looks on our faces. The yells and screams of the opposing team’s fans didn’t help with our morale. We didn’t have the season that we thought we were going to have.
No matter how hard we tried the calls would never go our way. The game ended with McBain coming out on top. My team and I entered the locker room while sobbing. It shouldn’t have ended like that. Coach Tisron was just as upset as we were.
The history professor never made a comment to the class regarding their remarks. Even though the professor did not say a word, I felt remorseful for not speaking up. Consequently, after pondering the situation, I realized from that day forward that I would not remain silent if a person is in a higher position and enduring
My first day in school was horrible. I didn’t know anyone and I knew very little english, words like “may I use the bathroom, Hi, yes, no,and thank you”. The only person that talked to me the first day was the teacher I did not end up not making friends. I cried for 2 months when we first moved here I hated everything I missed my old house, my friends and my school. I was mad at my mom for making us move here and my dad for moving here in the first place.I realize now why they moved us here.
All this could not be real. A nightmare, perhaps… Soon I would wake up with a start, my heart pounding, and find that I was back in my room of my childhood with my books…” (pg. 32) This shows that Elie was starting to realize the truth, and is trying to believe that all the horrors happening around him are not true. Elie spent his first months at the camp denying that he was in any danger and that he would be safe, he had hope. After months of coming to a sense that there would be no liberation of the jews Elie became numb to the idea of death.