A little kid...in the big bad school

A little kid all alone in this big bad school, I am forced to have no fun and not talk and sit forward in my seat and be silent all day. I’m 5 to be exact and what 5 year old can do that, right? All the teacher does is talk and talk and talk I can’t take it and no one can understand what she’s saying because she’s straight from Brazil, sometimes she even starts speaking her own language at me. Hello lady this is America we speak English, but in her case I guess it wouldn’t matter anyway. She’s going to be our sub for the next 5 months because our real teacher broke her leg or something, this is bad real bad I can’t take it. I just want to get up and leave. I mean I’m not dissing nap time or color time or anything but who does she thinks she’s fooling by giving us the same picture to color everyday and we only get 3 colors and there all ugly. We get yellow which reminds me of having to go to the bathroom, brown and reminds me of the same thing and we get orange, I think this women likes torturing little kids for a living. And if you complain about anything or ask to many questions smack, a ruler, will hit your desk so hard you don’t even think about asking another question for the rest of the day. Well most kids are like that anyway but when it comes to me I refuse to take this, I’m very stubborn and I say what’s on my mind so here goes nothing.
“Why don’t you just stop it” I said
“ Excuse me?” She said
“ He’s my friend and you keep picking on him he didn’t do anything so stop being such a butthead!”
“To the office now!”
“Fine, I will see you later”
As I left the whole class was clapping for me which made me feel good but made the teacher very upset, and she went ballistic on the other kids and hey I was going to the office anyway so why not give her a taste of her own medicine. She was sitting down at her desk and I grabbed a yardstick from the back of the room and in the middle of her lecture about how that wasn’t nice and blah blah blah I smacked that ruler right on her desk about five times while screaming,
“ You like that?” “ This is how we all feel every time we ask you a question because we don’t understand, and we complain because you won’t help us.”
“Get out and go to the office, now!”
“You have to take me!, Were not allowed to go by ourselves, duh”
“Class I’ll be right back”
As we marched down to the office, I was absolutely in tears, bawling and being very over dramatic because I was a kid that didn’t like the office. I would always try to avoid it because to me, that was a place where bad kids were sent who did bad things and were mean and bad people. When we finally arrived my face was soaked with tears and my eyes were very red and poofy, I could see in the Secretary’s eyes that she understood that my teacher was mean and she felt bad for getting the principal for her but she had to do what she had to do. Finally the principal came out and waved me on to come into his office. I was petrified when I walked in there was almost nothing in there. There was a paddle in his corner (that he never used people just said he puts it there to scare you) and his desk and a bookshelf, also the off whiteness of the walls kind of not only grossed me out but I felt like I was going to puke, I was freaked out. Then all of a sudden he started to talk his voice sounded scary alike to my uncle my favorite person that was an adult in the world, and it was strangley comforting which helped me calm down a lot.
“ Hello, Taylor I’m Principal Wishart”
“Hi” I said while still whimpering
“ Why did you have to come and see me today?” He said
“ Because my teacher was being mean to my friend and making him cry and I got mad so I called her a butthead”
“ Oh, I see.”
“ You seem very upset”
“ I am because I don’t like being in the office it makes me feel like a bad kid and that makes my family disappointed when I’m bad, especially my uncle, dad and cousins who are very important to me and when they are disappointed it makes me feel really sad.” I said trying not to burst out bawling.
“ Well Taylor I’ll make you a deal if you go upstairs with me and give a sincere apology to your teacher, Mrs. Rodriguez, that’s all that will happen and your parents won’t get called or any of that junk”
“ Okay, but what does sincere mean”
Principal Wishart laughed and as he did this I tried to laugh with him to cover up how scared I was that my family would get called and then I would be in big trouble.
“ It means say your sorry and mean it, and not laugh it off or anything like that”
“ Oh, but I’m not sorry, and my dad always says to never lie”
He laughed so hard at this he started to tear up.
“ Alright kiddo, then how about me and you just pretend this never happened”
“ Really? Thank you so much”
“No Problem”
After our talk we then went back up to the room, Mr. Wishart explained what was going on to Mrs. Rodriguez. She didn’t look to happy but she was done messing with me, for a while until came the say where it happened.
It was a sunny day school is almost out and then it’s summer time me as being a little kid was very happy. So happy that I was running all over the place until me being my clumsy self bashed right into the flag pole in Mrs. Rodriquez’s room. This is how I lost my left “canine” tooth, I was happy I lost my tooth because of course nthe tooth fairy was coming and that meant money for me, but at the same time my mouth was bleeding a lot so I had a spas attack.
“ Help, please my mouth hurts so bad.” I said
“ Stop fooling around, I’m not amused” said Mrs. Rodriquez said
Then suddenly she saw all the blood on the floor and her eyes bulged out of her head. Like one of those stress dummies you squeeze. Suddenly she ran for the paper towel and started to clean it up. Then the words came out of her mouth that enraged me.
“ I’m cleaning it up for you now stop screaming and just suck it up.”
I continued to cry because it hurt I mean I just bashed my tooth out.
“ Now if you don’t stop that crying you can cry some more with me after school”
I was not going to take this anymore, I was only 5 yes but I was not stupid. I marched to the phone mouth still a little bloody and called my mom. I told my mom what happened and she was furious. I mean she was trying to comfort me while at the same time mumbling the F bomb. Before I knew it my mom was at the school at went totally ape on Mrs. Rodriquez so bad that the principal came up and dismissed us from the room. The only reason he was up there is because my mom didn’t even check in she just marched up to my classroom. Then after a lot of time went by, and then finally my mom came out with the principal sadly with Mrs. Rodriquez to. MY mom had a smile on her face and she came and hugged me. It was hard to enjoy my hug though while my teacher was giving me death rays with her eyes, it was almost like she was trying somehow to kill me with her eyes, but obviously it didn’t work. A week later Mrs. Rodriquez got fired. Well she says she resigned but we all know the truth. Since then I have had some okay teachers, some really bad teachers, and some surprisingly amazing teachers. I will always remember Mrs. Rodriguez as the worst teacher ever and when she’s gone as mean as it sounds I really am not going to miss her. So for all you kids out there who think you have it bad, think again. You might not have the best teacher but just try to stick with it and cooperate then your school year will go much smoother than mine did. Always say what’s on your mind and never let anyone treat you like that.

THE END