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Personal Narrative-Edgewood High School

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I’ve always wondered why people with a little or a lot of power tend to treat you unjustly. I’ve experienced many times when people with power treated me poorly. There were times in school with teachers, in school with principles and even out in public places. When I experienced these moments they made me feel like there were something wrong with me or I was different. Also, it made me feel like I was different from others… but not in a good way. I hate when people give me this certain vibe that I don’t belong.
Edgewood high school, 9th grade, it has been my first period class when my teacher and my friend got into an argument. My teacher didn’t have any more patients for this student. Mostly everybody in class was finishing up on this study guide packet to help us on a test we were about to take. During class I showed my friend this paper I had. On my paper, it had poems on their which was dedicated to my aunt who had just passed away about a week ago. While she was looking at it my teacher came, snatched the paper, ripped it and threw it away. I understand that she had frustration with my friend, but she didn’t have to be disrespectful and rude. I could say “maybe she thought …show more content…

Now at my last school I got into trouble. But it was just little stuff, nothing too major. I would think if you’re a principle, no matter how good or bad a student is you should still treat them with respect. At my old school, Edgewood high school my assistant principle always had this attitude with students. He was really rude with me. I would speak to him in the morning or just during the day and most of the time he doesn’t even speak back to me. When I tell him good morning or just a simple hi, how are you doing today he just will keep walking like I’m not even there and I don’t find that right. I find it to be very rude and disrespectful. Also, it kind of sucks because they teach us to not be rude and disrespectful, but they tend to do it

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