Embarrassment I am a magnet for embarrassment . After I made a stupid mistake in P.E., I was so embarrassed that I didn’t think I would ever go back to school. We play games as if our lives were on the line. Sometimes it takes days to get over a loss. Elementary school in P.E.
Hey everyone, for those of you who don’t know me, I’m Zach Pennington and I’ve been given the privilege of being a part of this beautiful wedding and being Justin’s best man. Speaking of beauty, Valerie you looked absolutely stunning today and now we see why Justin had to go ahead and take you off the market. To keep this short and sweet, I’ve known Justin for almost ten years now. We met in Mrs. Craig’s class our seventh grade year and have been friends ever since. I can specifically remember my favorite part of middle school being our intramurals.
Playing, caressing her, or just sitting by her side. But those six months went so fast; they were not enough to enjoy the time I wasted in other things while she was healthy. The only thing I did properly was saying goodbye, but that does not mean that her death hurt me less. I will never forget December 3th when my father called me during classes to inform me that Wanda had passed away. My
I have been incredibly bored by school since day one. We use to read aloud as a class in elementary school and I would get bored and annoyed at the verbal stumbling of my class mates and would read ahead silently. Inevitably, I would get in trouble for not paying attention when it came my time to read. Well of course I wasn't paying attention! I didn't like to listen to these mouth breathers shout at me on the playground and I sure as hell didn't want to hear them struggle over two syllable words in class.
Middle school has prepared me for high school and beyond in many ways. The teachers don’t take excuses as much as in elementary school or 6th and 7th grade. They will give you a zero if you don’t turn in your homework, which helps you in the future because no one is going to sit around and cater to you and allow you to take everything as a joke. School shouldn’t be any different. They also show you how you might use different things in the future.
When I returned home a week later I found out that my supposed best friend was dating my supposed boyfriend. I felt so betrayed that I avoid her as much I could until one day I could not hold back. Let me tell you I went at her like a dog chasing a ball. We started to yell at each other and saying the rudest meanest things we could think of at the time, everyone that heard would have never thought we were such close friends before. After that day we did not speak for about a month and during the month of not talking we would spread rumors about one another to try and hurt the other person.
But then that awful text message came, and I fell in a daze. Lost, confused, shocked. One of my friends from my youth group at church, Jack Williams, had committed suicide. It was hard. He went to a different school, so none of my good friends knew him and acted like I was overreacting.
So I started going back to school, and graduated High School with a 3.6 GPA because I knew I could do and be anything in this world, because I had my Guardian Angel looking over me from Heaven. When I first started at Sinclair, I was weary at first. I didn’t really know what to expect, so I went to his Grave site and talked about not being sure if I wanted all the stress of school just to be a Police Officer. And I felt a warm touch on my shoulder, and I truly realized that he wouldn’t be upset if I didn’t do this. His favorite thing to say was “fuck a duck!” (Long story short, I should say).
I had never been so happy. My dad had gotten home just in time for the 4th of July for God’s sake. The most incredible person to ever grace my presence came home after two years away, doing “army stuff.” Not to mention, I got to tell my friends that MY dad and his best friend were the ones that got to set off the fireworks, so you could call me the coolest kid in town if you wanted. I remember going crazy when my mom told me that, thinking he had done something really special to get that honor, comparable to my dad being awarded the key to the city or something. All the other kids were pretty impressed so I couldn’t have been too misled.
When she hit me I blacked out and we got into a serious fight. She was bleeding everywhere and the St.Petersburg, FL Police Department, covered me in mase. Next, we got took to the Juvenile Detention Center and suspended for 10 days, I was crying because I’d never gotten into any trouble or had referrals until this incident. I was afraid of loosing my scholarships and thinking of how this would impact my grades. I was able to maintain a 3.8 GPA through everything but I was put on academic probation for my scholarships.