Mrs. Jensen, Lorraine 's mother, is very overprotective and is constantly reminding Lorraine to stay away from boys. When Lorraine says that she has been hanging out with kids at a local diner after school, her mother tells her that she is no longer allowed to go because there are always boys hanging around there. She does not want Lorraine hanging around boys because she believes that boys " 'only [have] one thing on their minds '" (46). Mrs. Jensen also tells her daughter that she is " 'not a pretty girl '" (11). Lorraine hearing this from her mother makes her become very insecure about her body
As I arrive home from school, neither of my parents are here besides Maria. My dad is off somewhere smoking, and my mom is looking for a job. My parents argue every single day about the same thing, my dads addiction. I am used to the screaming, but this all has a negative effect on Maria, she is only 12. I rarely have homework since I finish most of it at school.
My grandmother passed away when i was in fifth grade so i got depressed, In sixth grade my teacher was never in class but he used to made us work a lot with homework, i got third place at the end of the year, we had a graduation party but i just spent like 2 hours there and then i went home. i was bullied during the whole middle school, the first years was hard but thanks to that today i want to be a teacher (ill explain that later). None of my classmates talked to me and my nickname was invisible, even the teachers made fun of me, my family was having a hard time, my dad got really sick so he could barely move, in second grade i met people that was bullied by the same classmates and teachers, so we made our own group, for the first time i felt that i belonged somewhere, they were the kind of people that wasn’t used to have many friends so when they did they gave their whole heart, till today we hang out together whenever we can. Many times i wished my teachers were different so i thought why don’t i start to be the change myself?. In third grade i traveled to the u.s.a. i had a crush in one of the guys that i met there, his sister is a really good friend of mine, i met Zach when i was 12
In middle school I was not always the best student, I would always get myself into trouble or allow others to get me into trouble. I did not know how to control myself in a new environment because I was still used to elementary school expectations. I was sent to In School Suspension (ISS) many of days because I wouldn’t listen to the teacher, talk back, or not do my work. In middle school we had a discipline form where each time you get in trouble you receive a step, when you reach your 3rd step they will call home to your mom and when you reach your 5th step they decide on ISS or OSS. I would receive 2 steps a day because my behavior was so bad so I would be sent straight to ISS instead of being in the classroom with my classmates.
I really liked school had very few friends and some friendly teachers but when I got home I used get homework and never liked doing it, had complaints from teachers, a lot of parent-teacher meetings, many arguments with my parents and I still couldn 't correct it. I also had no patience and self-control. So ultimately one day my parents were fed up and wanted to teach me a "life lesson". You need to experience the outside vibe in order to learn your mistakes and the more life you experience the more lessons you accumulate. So when I was 7, I went to boarding school in India, at first I was very happy because no parents, you 'll have so much fun with friends, and no one can rule you.
To begin with, I have always hated going to school. Since I was 7 years old and started my first year of elementary school, I always hated having to wake up at 6 in the morning, putting on a uniform that made look like a boy scout, and having to seat in a classroom for hours not learning anything important, besides the ABC’s. I really think that school is a torture for kids like the one I was. A kid full of energy (almost hyperactive), enthusiasm for living, learning interesting subjects, and an incontrollable desire for exploring the world around me. For instance, John Holt in his essay “School is Bad for Children” gives a very similar definition about education and why he thinks there must be changes to make it better.
I begged my mother to get me out of it and she refused and told me to deal with it. Now in New York there is the New York State Test, which is similar to the LEAP. We take it every year and it just so happened in my fifth grade year I had failed it miserably. I was put in a special education class, and was taken away from all my friends for math. It was helpful but very frustrating because the lessons were too easy.
When I was younger I did not know who my parents were and I always thought I was the only child. Until I was about five was when I had first met my biological mother and my life changed drastically. I had visits with my mother until I was my be six years old then she stopped. Then when I was eight I moved to my fifteenth and last foster family (not home because I moved to my foster mother 's mom 's house when was thirteen and currency still live with them). I had unsupervised weekend visits over my biological sister 's house when I was 9, but I was treated very differently by my bio mother than my other siblings even though I was the youngest.
“Well if you really need to know, I dozed off in math again and Mrs. Wedlow decided that she needed to lecture me about it. Honestly, she’s the one who’s letting kids fall asleep in her class, so shouldn’t she be the one getting lectured?” “Dude. You’ve fallen asleep in every class this year and we’ve been in high school for two months. I don’t think you can really blame the teacher for your terrible sleeping pattern,” I laugh as I recall the multitude of lectures he’s received from his teachers. “You’ve been this way since the beginning of middle school and honestly, I think you might wanna start doing something about
I can 't control my tears! Thanks to my teachers!! True Life Story: When I was in primary school, I used to be very dull - always coming last in the class, always scoring zero. The punishment in those days was almost unbearable as the teacher, in addition to the flogging, would always ask my fellow students to form a circle round me and sing very derogatory and demeaning songs for me. School life in those days was a hell of an experience for me and the encounters were always seriously disgracing and embarrassing.