I guess you could say I liked bad boys back in the day. “Davie, what’s wrong? Tell me why you’re in time-out.” Davie kept his face in his knees and said, “I hit Mary, so Ms. Karen said I can’t help hang up the Christmas decorations and my decorations won’t get put up either.” I patted Davie on the head. Even though I loved Davie, I didn’t like the fact that he hit Mary. Mary was my friend, and my mother always told me brother that hitting a girl was wrong.
Having my mom see my bedroom a complete mess made me feel terrible about myself. She would always yell at me for the dumbest reasons anyway so I just stopped listening at a very young age. But like always, I got grounded for not cleaning my room. Typical of my mother, but my dad couldn’t care less if my room was messy or clean. It was my room after all.
I was that kid that was always chosen last, the one that was made fun of since he would run to the opposite side, not because I didn’t know how to play, but because my vision sucked. At the end of the day any “normal” kid would go home do his homework and play outside or video games. Me in the other hand, went home did my homework by force and went straight to my room without telling my mom what was going on and cried for hours. It was a feeling that made me lie in my bed and leave the pillows soaked in tears. Why I never told my mom, I still don’t know.
Severus trudged slowly back to the Slytherin common room. He couldn't understand why Lily disliked him so much. He did know that he hated James Potter. He recalled that afternoon's events. A hatred such as had never known before was coursing through Severus like poison.
Sally- The vignette entitled Sally stuck out the most to me out of any in the entire book. I could relate and understand this one the most the first time reading it. It is the reason why I like this book. At the part where they talk about her changing directly after school and becoming a different sally so she can go home affected my thinking because it is much like my life in the sense that around your parents sometimes acting the same way as you would around your friends at school is not a good idea. Also I get the feeling Sally is trying to be cool at school and standout since she knows she has to fall in line at home and is not allowed to be individual.
All my life, I've been great in school; I've always been a leader, almost always the first in my class...until now. I don't know what got into me. I'm so angry at myself; I knew I should have studied harder. Ever since I was a little girl, I've dreamt of delivering my Valedictorian speech at Graduation...just like Mom, just like you, just like most of my cousins...now, my shot at being Valedictorian is pretty much over. I feel awful; I feel like I've disappointed everyone, including myself...Why didn't I try harder, I should have paid more attention to my grades.
Ms.flowers, Ms.Jenkins, and Ms.david etc they always wanted me in trouble. My first year there a teacher pushed me by my neck and made me trip which opened up the middle of my forehead now I have a permeate scar. In their classes they I just stayed quiet. In school all I did was my work I was never on a team. I dislike anything with a group because I don’t like sharing answers or helping people with work the teacher just explained.
One time in the morning, twice around lunch, and once right before school. She showed me how to fill out there sheets and told me how the treat the two students. 11/20/13 Today I learned how to do vision and hearing screenings. I was shocked to see a lot of students get 20/30 vision. Every time the student would be done with the vision Mrs. Weaver would tell them that if they ever felt like they were having trouble seeing that they should go to the doctor because we don’t want future dangerous drivers.
This holds lesson too for teachers. It reminds us to think about why we are upholding the rules that we do; it is because that is just the way it is, or is it because we truly believe that to be the best? I was recently chastised by another teacher for what they saw as disregard for student lates. I have 3 girls who chose to go for a smoke between our very short bell. I have taught these girls before and it is a battle no one wins with them.
10th grade I had left my old to school to transfer to a new school and I had another teacher name Ms. Carroll who made my year a living hell. She made us write paper after paper all the time to where we had a paper almost every time we read a book or watched a movie. By then I started to hate writing wanted to give up on something that I had a passion for witch made me fail the 10th grade but I had enough credits to leave the school and be put in the right grade. My 11th grade year in school I was on top of my work but I went to three different schools in that one year. Writing by then was a joy to me time flew before it was my 12th grade year it was hard I was writing so many papers.