Who would’ve thought that out of all the times life could possibly make you question your morals and beliefs, that one of those times it would be your own teacher being the one making you question them? Throughout my entire middle school experience, my music teacher, Mr. McKinney, and I never really had any issues or problems with each other, up until my last year at UNO in the eighth grade. It was then that I realised that it isn’t always necessary to abide to authority, in fact it is sometimes essential to question it in order to know what’s right. During my eighth grade year at UNO, I didn’t exactly get along with a couple of my teachers, Mr. McKinney being one of them. He had a rule that no one could leave to use the bathroom during …show more content…
That day Mr. Shannon had taken a day off and the substitute hadn’t let me get up to use that bathroom for the entirety of the class after asking multiple times to go. I understood why the substitute wouldn’t let me leave. It was because my oh-so-mature classmates were asking to leave nonstop since the moment we entered the class, so I recognized why the substitute wouldn’t want to let me leave so I decided to wait until music class to ask to use the bathroom and hope that Mr. McKinney would understand and make an exception in view f me not being one of the students who leaves by asking to “use the …show more content…
McKinney if I could use the bathroom after explaining the situation to him. He didn’t oblige. Throughout the course of the class, I continued to ask and he maintained his stance on denying me the “privilege” of using the bathroom. Around the fourth time I asked, a couple of my classmates and friends of mine encourages the option of walking out of the class. I was never one to go against a teacher’s, or anyone with a higher authority, decision, but I had been needing to use the bathroom for about four hours by then. That was when something my mother sometimes tells me came to mind, she says, “Most of the time, you need to question authority instead of always tolerating it.” So for the last time, I asked him if he would let me leave, and he one again said no. I then told him that if he wouldn't let me leave, I was going to walk out, and he said, “No you won’t”. To which I responded, “If you say so.” Just after that, Mr. McKinney announced that we would be changing seats that day. So as soon as he pointed to my new seat and said my name, I put down my books and belongings by me new desk and began to walk towards the door to leave. Just before I was out of earshot, I heard Mr. McKinney call out after me and say, “If you leave this class, you get a detention.” By then I was already almost halfway to the
As I am walking down the hall to Ms.Johnson’s room, I see something different. There is a sub today. I just really hope she isn’t as mean as she looks. When I walk into the classroom I get my folder and go to my assigned seat to start my “do now”. When the teacher walks in she says,”Everyone sit down and don’t make a noise unless you want a step!”
Dr. Gosby’s Comments: This student did an excellent job of applying the ideas we discussed in class relating to the obedience to authority
Starting the day started off by waiting in my seat a 3rd-grade classroom at River View Elementary taught by Mrs. Course. Surrounded by the same people every day waiting in agony to get called out of the classroom. It was thoughtful of the teachers to let me leave almost every day, so I could gain help with reading during the time everyone else was reading with the teacher. Although leaving early every day left me wondering if anyone notices. The teacher walks up to me and says “Shaylee it’s time to go.” After that worry, the other 3rd graders will notice I abandon the classroom seeps into my thoughts. The volcano of questions starts to explode, creating inquiry thoughts of “What if they make fun of me?”, “Where did you
The principle comes through the back so he could talk to me, he takes me through the back door and puts me in my first period class.Immediately all the white students look at me and start yelling at me and are throwing everything in their possession.The principle comes threw the door outraged and starts yelling at the white students they quickly stop throwing things at me and I finally get my first day of learning.
Meanwhile, back at Saint Columbkille, all the students were quietly waiting for their teachers to return until one kid jumped on a desk and started dancing, which pretty much launched the whole school into a crazy riot. “What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do?” Jack questioned. “Ah hah, a stop light!” “If I can just time it right..........” “There's no use trying to run, well get you eventually!” Mrs. Foix yelled. Then, Jack pasted the green stoplight, and before the teachers got there, the stoplight turned red. “Aw man, we have to wait until it turns green again!” Mrs. Foix complained. “Hah, see ya!” Jack teased as he stared at the teachers. Then he ran full speed, face first into a “No Running” sign. As the exhausted teachers carried both an unconscious Jack and Hung-Yen back to Saint Columbkille, they saw huge, probing lights coming the school. “Oh no,” Mrs. Foix said. And when they entered, they saw students dancing, running, jumping, hanging, throwing, and any other stupid thing you aren't supposed to do in school. “That is it, I have had enough!” Mrs. Foix raged. And for the first time in history, all the students in a school were in detention, except Laurence, who was still crying in the
“Do what you have to do, and send me to the main office.” “I don’t care,” said Alexander, a teenage student who I disciplined in the hallway.
Middle school was a lot of fun for me, I met a lot of new people and lots of new girls. It was also kinda tough in the beginning with switching classes and things and having so many different teachers and lots of homework from different classes and having to remember the room numbers of each class but eventually I got used to everything.
It all happened during fifth period Algebra. I had set down all of my books, got my necessary tools and started the assigned textbook page. I took a small break to stretch, eat few almonds my classmate, Paige Marie Caskey, had given me earlier, and crack my joints. That is when she decided to ask me for a calculator. I told her that she could get it herself. Paige responded with, “But I really have to pee and don’t feel like getting up!”
Walking to the middle school office unknowing of what was coming. Knowing I’ve done nothing wrong, knowing I hadn’t won anything, and ninety-nine percent sure I wasn’t forgetting a doctor or dentist appointment. Entering the office, now more confused when I realized my sister was standing in the middle of the grey dull office in front of me. “You got called to the office too?” she asked. “Yeah, do you know why we got called?” stating even more confused and concerned about why my sister and I were there. Before she could respond, Mr. Small, our school counselor, came out and requested us to follow him.
It was another typical day in 6th grade. My homeroom teacher, Mrs. Skolnick, was in her 60’s with glasses, has whitish gray hair and wears the best clothes! She teaches 6th grade because there were too many of us going to 6th grade last year. She taught 5th grade in the previous years. While the other teachers teach us math, social studies and science, she teaches us reading. We all think that she’s strict because she has certain qualifications for a proper essay/ paragraph.
I pushed my way through the crowd and stood next to them - the sign above the classroom read “Room 402.” A series of thoughts clogged up my head. Was this the right classroom? I think I remember the number 402 somewhere on my paper? Yeah, I think so. Oh well, screw this, I am going in. I put all of my books underneath one arm and yanked the door open. Michael and Ayush followed me into the dark room. When I looked around, I whispered to Michael and Ayush, “Why does everyone here look so old and appear to be mega tall?” It was a bit funny except for that the entire class heard me, including the teacher. Yeah… We took one last look at the extremely quiet classroom and slowly backed out of the room. Those people seemed to know their way around the school - unlike us. Oh well. We carefully shut the door and realized that we were the only people in the hallway. Dang it. I took another look at my schedule and read some small print underneath some irrelevant text, “Third Period, Lutthans, Math, Room 402.” MY GOSH! WE WERE JUST IN THAT CLASSROOM!
“C'mon babe, let's go before the teacher comes.” He grabs her waist and their little gang followed them to the next class. I lay there helpless as people walked on by. How can people be so cruel? What did I ever do to them? I slowly got on my knees and place my fore arm on the lockers for support. I got up with my wobbly knees then the sharp pain in my stomach caught up to me. I clutch my stomach, slowly giving up on my knees. “Em?!”
One of my detention stories are that when me and Brant got one for going to the bathroom. It started out with Brant asking Mrs. Rauch to use the bathroom but she said no. Then I asked to use the bathroom and she said no again. After a lot of arguing me and Brant eventually just got up and left to go to the bathroom. She just said when
When people start high school they’re usually so excited. They can’t wait to experience everything that comes with being in high school, I mean who wouldn’t? Everyone says that high school is the best four years of your life. Now that I’m months away from graduating, I can’t say they were my best years but I can say they were my most educational years, of course I wouldn’t say that they weren’t fun because they were. When I say educational, I mean I’ve learned so much about myself and so much about life. I learned what the words family, love, betrayal, law and life meant. All these events changed me, and I’m glad they happened because I wouldn’t have learned all these lessons. My personality hasn’t changed; I’m still a carefree girl,
My last year of high school, I continuously heard the saying "it's not about learning; it's about passing.” that was the good old saying about high school. Honestly, I began to live by that saying...doing whatever it took to graduate, taking a small amount of knowledge from high school to college. Another saying that was tossed around in high school was "you will need these things in your future". A lie always contain some truth, and that's exactly what happened I was lied to. In my college experience so far I have used little to sometimes none of the techniques used in high school.