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We listened as Mrs. DeCostia enumerated the names of those involved. “Kat, Tara, Kelly, Alexis, Rob, Joe, Matt, and John.” She announced with annoyance. How is it that all my friends got in trouble for the greatest prank in Fairfield’s 75 year history, but my name was left off that prestigious list? I watched my friend’s proud faces as they walked to the front of the room and I laughed as I heard Matt say “So you caught the people, who perfectly reconstructed your room on the roof of the school, but you will never know who the genius behind it was, and as long as that stays a secret, we’ve done our job.” Then Mrs. DeCostia grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragged him outside. Soon there was a wave of people standing and clapping for their hero, the only person to show Mrs. DeCostia what a horrible person she really was. Apparently since my name had been left off the list, they had no intention of revealing it. But still I got the greatest prize of all, even better than being called up there with them: knowing that it was my idea to take every item out of her room and put it on the roof. There was a loud slamming of the door and soon the classroom fell silent. “Whose idea was it?” shouted Mrs. DeCostia. She was answered by silence. “I’ll ask one more time: Whose idea was it?” She said, speaking ever so slowly to ensure he understood. This time she was answered by a deep voice that could only be recognized as John’s. “You’re never gonna know so you might as well give up now.” “Oh, I will find out and when I do that person will be expelled! Now who is it?” Then in a voice that always seemed to say “What are you looking at?” Kat said “Listen lady, I don’t know who you think your dealing with but you’re never gonna know. We’re like... ... middle of paper ... ...e greatest prank in our school’s history. And she stopped Mrs. DeCostia from stealing from Mrs. Redrik” Then he took my hand and led me down the hall, past all of my friends, to the stairs. I stopped. “What was that for?” “I was just giving credit where credit was due.” He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a rather large ring. “You knew the whole time?!?” “Yeah when we and Matt moved the desk it fell out and I picked it up, I was waiting to give it back until DeCostia got busted.” “Oh my god…” “Anyway, what are we doing tonight? Movies, ice-cream, maybe some pizza?” “We’re hanging out tonight?” “Yeah I have to hang out with my girlfriend to celebrate the undermining of our psycho home wrecking teacher.” “Your girlfriend?” “Yeah...” He said into my hair as he put his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him “Who else would I hang with tonight?”
It started as any ordinary day at Fowler Middle School, kids laughing and learning. But, at 8:51 AM, a classroom of students walked into a horrifying scene. Marilyn Tokzulott’s second-period class found their teacher dead on the floor behind her desk, murdered. Despite the many suspects, one stands out above all. Billy Plummer, the boyfriend of the victim's daughter, committed this murder. It is clear that the murderer was Mr.Plummer because of involvement in previous conflicts with Mrs. Tokzullot, presence at the crime scene and access to the murder weapon.
The story is made stronger as the mystery continues; the script allows for some righteous irony as professor Lambeau tries to discover which of his students has accomplished this task. It could only be a student after all, because no one would ever suspect that a janitor could solve a difficult math problem. It is ironic that temporarily Will is accused of defacing the blackboard when in fact he is showing his hitherto hidden genius. He races down the hall as though he was guilty of something (Will has learned to run from trouble in his marginalized neighborhood and he reverts to his escape mode) albeit in this case he’s done nothing
“I see you Mr. Adza, I see right through you. You think you can charm your way out of any situation with your big smile and smooth way with words, but you can’t just coast through life with this sort of arrogant, nonchalant attitude. One day its really gonna bite you in the ass,” said Mr. Jansen, as he towered over my desk. Most of the class had scurried out at the sound of the school bell. I was simply trying to explain to the man that my random outbursts in class actually did him a favor because it loosened my classmates up, freeing their mind for the learning process. In fact, Mr. Jansen and I were actually a team. We were the dream team! I was the comic relief and he was the scholar. We went hand in hand.
The next day, the pranksters did not wait too long too strike again. I was sitting in first period,Classical Literature class. My teacher in that class just happened to be the wife of the superintendent ofWyoming Valley West School District.
Kids were surprised that Alex would do such a thing. As for Taylor, their opinions were different. Taylor and Alex both got sent to the principal after they got cleaned up. “Why?” questioned the principal. “I don’t understand you two! One day, you girls are best friends, the next day, you turn into enemies. What is going on?” asked Mrs. Alexander. “We don’t know.” replied Alex. Taylor kept quiet. “I don’t know either, but you girls need to work it out together.” answered Mrs.
Days passed and very little students had volunteered. “Only two student? “ said Principal Green. Ms. Pillsbury answered “Yes only two, the kids are scared. You know what they do to our people.” “ Yes but this is the chance of a lifetime they just need a push, please call these kids to my office,” said the principle as he scribbled the names of 8 kids on the
of her that he kept. Growing up, he often caused mischief and pulled pranks on classmates. His teachers often commented o...
Seton Catholic was a small high school, so it wasn’t too long before everyone knew “Crazy Lanie”. That’s the nickname the boys at school gave her. Katie’s physical appearance and loud-mouth intimidated the young Catholic school boys, but her oblivious attitude caused her to be unaware of this. Katie was very opinionated and spoke out in class on a daily basis. These habits were annoying when you were trying to learn, but they came in handy in our Economics class. There was one word that every Seton Catholic student used to describe the Economics teacher—torture. Then Katie came and turned that class around. Her first love is talking, then politics and current issues. So she talked up a storm in class, eventually strayed away from the subject at hand, and turned our class into a current issues debate team. A lot of us appreciated Katie’s unintentional deeds and some didn’t. One guy in particular who didn’t take pleasure in Katie’s existence was Mike Reckliss. Mike was an on the edge type of guy who only cared about his motorcycle and class—that’s where he got most of his shut-eye. Katie, Mike, and I had Business Law together every day after lunch. By the time we got to class, Mike’s stomach was full and he was ready for his afternoon nap. But with Katie there, baby Mikey was a crabby pants. On one particular day, we were discussing a person’s rights to property. Our teacher explained that his neighbor’s tree branches were hanging over onto his property, so technically he was entitled to cut down the branches that extended beyond the property line. Before our teacher could finish his story about property, the light in Katie’s head turned on.
It was Halloween day the scariest night of the year, when the goblins and witches come out to scare people. Everyone at school was dressed up as their favorite character from movies, shows, books, or carrots. During lunch Daisy the bunny that attended Hopping Elementary school, went to the vending machine. Her best friends Lily and Rose were there waiting for her all dressed up as carrots. Every day they waited there for her because the Principle of Hopping Elementary school was a mean and grumpy rabbit that had a very strict policy that couldn’t allow students to talk at all during lunch or else they wouldn’t get to finish up their food. That left the bunnies no other choice but to hide in the hallway between the art room and the gym, in front of the vending machine.
I looked forward to this day every year, it was my favorite day of all time. I enjoyed learning all the things that happened before me. It was my way of being there when I actually wasn't. I ran to school as soon as I picked up my brown paper bag that contains my lunch. I grabbed my books from the cubbies at school, I came in just as the teacher was scratching down the morning list on the chalkboard. I sat at the front because usually, the kids that sit at the back get the meter stick. I grabbed my books out, just like the teacher asked, and started reading chapters 4 and 5. That's when I heard snickering in the back, “Ha Ha Emma’s a loser, she must be scarred from the concentration camps, she’ll never grow up to be a normal person”. I just sat at my desk acting like nothing ever happened, like I do every day. I focus more on my reading, so I don’t think about the pain. I always push it to the back of my mind, not wanting to make a scene. Suddenly, Tommy stone walked in front of my desk. A white paper landed on my desk, I quietly picked it up trying not to make any sudden moves. I unfolded it under my desk, hiding it from my classmates. Tears started rolling down my pink checks, I wiped them off with my sleeve, trying to make a normal face, with what strength I had left in me. I shoved everything back in my body. With what
An English teacher (Holly Van Tassel-Schuster) wheeled a 36-inch television in front of the classroom door at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School as the building rushed into a lockdown--planning to push it onto the gunman if he tried to enter.Most of her students hid in a darkened closet trying to remain silent as they traded text messages with friends on other parts of the campus.Two students insisted on waiting in the room with Van Tassel-Schuster, holding every pair of scissors and sharp object they could gather as they waited out the attack.
“Wait!” I yelled as Jason ran from the fire spreading on the floor. Jason went back to class, but Celia went and hid in a Janitor’s closet in the wall. Beep! Beep! Beep! I started to smell thick smoke as the ear-piercing alarm screamed across the whole school. Revenge is what I had an idea for(14). But I had to do it quickly, as my surroundings became very warm and dark(13). I went to the closet Celia was in and flipped the lock.
We knew it was time for our punishment. Time for us to repay for our crime. We put on our clothes and exited the hall. As we were leaving, two tall masked men grabbed our arms and pulled us aside. We knew it was the agents of the Home of Students.
Then I walked in, with all the carelessness that a child who spent all her time satisfying her desire to play could posses. My plan solely consisted of sitting besides and copy off of that girl, Tigist's, paper. When the exam began, she commenced to comprihand, elaborate and come up with conclusions to be put down as final responses. I, on the other hand, copied, without the slightest clue of what the words and varibles symbolized. By the end of the exam I had received two warnings and one slight spank on the head. Despite all these and my fear of having my paper confiscated, the exam ended with me coping everything, exept my name,...
It was late in the year of fifth grade, and the feeling of summer was setting in. Cody Baumstarck, Jason Wang, and I were all over by the closet talking about random subjects, none of which had any relation to the subject supposedly being taught by the instructor, Mr. St. Clair. In all actuality, I’m pretty sure he was sleeping on his desk while the kids just played around for the day. Later though, we arrived from choir to notice that he had awoken, and was writing the math assignment down on the chalkboard. Cody, Jason, and I sat near the front of the room, the sound of screeching white chalk on the board was so familiar to us, as well as the groaning of noticing there was an assignment from other classmates.