Eleven “I wish, I was anything but eleven because I want today to be far away already, far away like a runaway balloon, like a tiny O in the sky, so tiny-tiny you have to close your eyes to see it.” “How was your day at school birthday girl?” Rachel's mother yelled from the kitchen. Rachel walked into the kitchen with rosy cheeks and tears running down her face. “What happened?” Rachel's mom said fiddling with a paper towel trying to dry her hands as fast as possible so she could hug her daughter. “Nothing, You wouldn’t understand.” Rachel started running upstairs to her room as her mother stopped her in her footsteps. “Young lady you wait right there if you're going to pout about something and run up to your room without explanation your crazy, so let's hear it!” …show more content…
“I’m going to have a little talk with your administration about if this is the way they treat their student’s,” Rachel’s mom growled. “Hello this is brookfield middle school how can I help you?” “Yes hello I would like to have a conversation with the administration about my daughter coming home crying because her teacher Mrs. Price had forced my daughter to wear a sweater and humiliate her in the middle of class.” “I’m sorry mam we have it under control it was a simple misunderstanding listen...” “NO, you listen she had done nothing about the situation and had watched my daughter cry not even thinking that maybe the sweater wasn’t hers, my daughter came home crying because her teacher wouldn’t take the disagreement on whether the sweater was hers or not, so no you listen if this happens again I will have a personal word with district that teachers are making students cry at schools now,” yelled Rachel's mom. “I’m sorry mam but as I said before we have it under control trust me.” The Next
Rachel Goldberg was mortified by the statement, according to Smith but the two did not learn the altercation was fatal until sometime after. The mothers made their way to the police station where Frida Smith told Rachel Goldberg she ought to speak with police.
Principal principal, mom, dad and melinda in principal’s office because Melinda has been skipping school- no talking from her when they try to help, when Melinda got a ride from Mr.Freeman (art teacher) and he said that she has a lot to say, and that he wants to hear it, Melinda closes the car door, cutting wrist with paperclip “Mom: I don’t have time for this Melinda. Me: “ (Laurie Halse Anderson) One of many good qualities in a friend is speaking up. If they can’t speak up for themselves when they really need to, how do you expect them to do the same for
"Don't worry dude, she just likes to look after her students, she's really kind in that weird family relative way"
okay.” The fact that the day was her birthday really makes it worse because who would want to spend their day being yelled at by their teacher and being humiliated in front of the class for something they were right about the whole time. It’s quite sad really and you wonder why the teacher didn’t believe her, like I’m pretty sure she know’s if that was her sweater or not and it makes you have sympathy for Rachel and all the things she is going through on her birthday.
I look at my mom and shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t know, I think she was talking to her friend about a party or something.”
The acceptance of the 9/11 Truther Movement can be explained by events or ideas from the late 20th century. Postmodernist culture, the immediacy of movies and television, the mistrust of the government following the Watergate scandal, as well as the need for comfort in an age of uncertainty, gave rise to the influx of conspiracy belief in politics and the media in the late 20th century, thus preparing Americans to believe that the attacks in September of 2001 were an inside job, perpetrated by none other than President Bush himself. 17 years have passed since the 9/11 attacks, yet Truthers still try to persuade others that 9/11 was a conspiracy. While some conspiracy theories interfere with the rebuilding period following the supposed conspiracy,
On September 11, 2001 John was on a senior field trip.The class went to the World Trade Center. They went to the North Tower. John had a good time. John found it fascinating what they do there.Ten all of the sudden out of nowhere there was a big boom.
I did not join the Navy on a winning streak. The 9/11 terrorist attack did not move me to fight the War on Terrorism, and I did not watch Top Gun in its entirety until I joined the Navy.
I frantically stand up before I am completely awake. I listen carefully several moments to make sure that I’m not paranoid and actually heard the faint walking on the roof of the train car. I listen searching for any sound of recognition that the sounds I heard were real, but it is so silent I could hear a pin drop. However, I know that the sounds I heard were real because Queenie is also now awake, her ears perched up, scanning the air for the same sounds that I had heard. Again, nothing.
The superintendent and principal are stymied in their efforts to reach a compromise as Mrs. Durnitz refuses to change her position that the policy must be followed to the letter. She appealed to the teachers’ association for support when it appeared that the administration and board might not uphold her position. The local newspap...
...calm quiet tone Miss Allen states, “I don’t appreciate it when students pass notes when I am giving a presentation. It shows a lack of respect towards me, which is our number one class rule. This is the second time I have had to speak with you about this so I will have to deduct points from your participation grades. I don’t like doing this because you are such good students most of the time but that is the consequence we decided on as a class. Is there a reason why you were passing notes?” The students reply no and they apologize. “I accept your apology and please remember that if this happens again I’m going to have to call your parents (consequence for third violation), which I really don’t want to do.” The students promise it won’t happen again and Miss Allen excuses them to go to their next class. She moves back into her classroom to great her next class.
“Ahh I’m going to tell the teacher,” I heard a voice of a girl saying.
“Come on inside, honey. Let me make you some tea and you can sit and relax, we can unpack your stuff later.”
“Shit!” Bella hissed as she stubbed her toe while hurrying out of her bedroom, and hopped across the hallway and into the bathroom.
“What is the big idea. Are you trying to get us into trouble? Sit-down and stay here with us. We all go when the period is over.”