Cruel Life #6

I have to be a champion. I want to be a champion, but it is just too difficult.
C: Everything is difficult my dear friend.
Me: I am not your friend!
C: Chill dude! learn to think positive. Now. I heard you want to be a champ.
Me: I do.
C: Well, why do you not do it?
Me: Because I can not do it!
C: What?
Me: It is hard work.
C: So? That would not stop me.
Me: That is you.
C: We are the same. You can be better than me if you actually try, but you keep giving up.
Me: Well then what do I do?
C: You practice.
Me: Running?
C: You have a lot to learn kiddo.



Algebra 1 In Seventh Grade

Period one was in the second floor. I saw Miguel, and I was happy because we had the same class. I had Algebra 1. The math course that was difficult for everyone to get in. Miguel and I were exited. The teacher came a little late, and told us to stop right in front of the classroom door. He asked for our names, and then he gave us a seat number. It was scary. He looked like he had just killed a man, or like he wanted to kill one. he was tall and his eyes looked drowsy. As we all sat down with random people, he took off his jacket, and put it on his chair. he was wearing a nice shirt with a tie and everything. He looked all professional. His rules were strict. We had to be seated by the bell and we could not move at all. Even if we needed a bathroom break, or sharpen our pencil. We had to bring our own sharpener for that. Everyone looked scared because he wanted silence and no interruptions. everyone must have obeyed because he was so scary looking. He had some sort of high technological computer that he could write on the screen with. It was like a magic computer. He wanted no one near it though. His class was always fast, but after a while, it was not as bad. He gave us partners, and let us work together whenever he would say so. I was learning fast with his class. Then I realized that he was a really good teacher. At times, he yelled for us being noisy, and he would make us do standards during lunch. He was such a great teacher because he kept us focused throughout the year. Only like one or two people failed his class. It became easy, and easy to comprehend. So many people hated him for being so strict and not fun at all. I later realized that he was just doing his job. I ended up liking his teaching because I actually understood it. Towards the end of the year, he made these fun math contests that made us like him. It was not the competitions. It was the candy that he would give us when ever our group got an answer correct. He gave out the best candy. After getting used to his class, I realized That it was a fun class. After so much learning hell, it felt worth it. It made me doubt of period two. It was something that proved period two so boring, and hardly understood. Great. More hell to worry about...

In Memory Of - Mr. Benn