Cruel Life #11

So like, I Am Moving. I berly have any time to do homework, and my parents do not want me to go to school just so I can help them. I do want to help them, but my grades are starting to reflect. I a scared. I need time. They want me to change to the school that is closer to this new place. Turns out, My school and that other school are rivals running wise. I dont want to compete against my school!
C: Dude, Relax. Your aunt should not make you change schools If you are doing so well.
Me: I am going to Mexico this summer. I think They will fiind the way to place me here at the new school. She does that every time we move.
C: Give it some time. She has to understand, but do not argue.
Me: I am Scared...


Life Science

I had two different teachers. Both involving some kind of science. Period Six. Usually one of my toughest. It Started With Science. She was Asian. When I entered her class, It was a dude. It was not the actual teacher. The dude said that he was a sub for the original teacher because she was busy doing who knows what for two weeks. Anyway, I had this guy for two weeks. He was pretty cool. After the two weeks, my class mates and I were scared because we did not know what the actual teacher was like. When she came in the next monday, she seemed pretty cool because she did not act strict or anything. After a few days, I realized that I did not really understand her class. It was difficult to hear or understand what she taut. It was life science, but she was not loud enough to undertand when ever she eplained a topic. People, Including me, began to get lower grades in that class. I was scared bbecause my grade was decreasing. For the report card, I has a C grade. That was pretty bad in my eyes. I began to pay more attention. I understood her class little by little. I studied my best in that class. In the next report card, I had a B grade! I was happy. Our final reportcard for the semester was the one that I was kindda worried about the most. I wanted the A for sure. I had created a power point about the skeletal system. I did my research, and made it as neat as I could. It was our final project, and it had to be a good one. The day of presentation, I was a bit nervous. I stood up in front of the class, and read everything that I Wrote. Luckuly, I made it not so boring. I made a joke at the end, and I think It attracted the attention of many. All I said was, "Withought bones, you will look like a snake with no feet?" Then I felt stupid. Anyway, I found out that I had forgotten to cite my information, but most of it came from knowledge and book information. I was scared that the lack of the citation would lower my grade. I was scared because I wanted to pass the class with an A so badly.My final Report card came in. I went to the science section right away. I had an A! I had an A! I was so scared to fail the class and I had an A? I messed up on my project and still got an A? I knew it. I knew I was smart all along. Who am i kidding. I was scared! I was selebrating. That was my Very first report card with straight A's.

Health Education

By the second semester, things changed. We no longer took science. Health. One of the topics I never wanted to reach. It was strange. I never liked to talk about health and how it affects our bodies. The teacher was strict. He was a hell of a guy. He lipped, and he always had a straight face. He was scary. Since the first day, he kept the whole class quiet. We could not talk to anyone near us. He was like one of those guys who you would hate because he could probably eat you alive if you did not do as told. He only let you talk in the last five minutes. If you talked during class, you had detention. If some people talked as a group, the whole class had detention. He was scary, but always a serious man. His class was easy, but he was not. I never asked him anything because he could have eaten me alive. he was nice though. He gave candy to people who answered questions from the board. He really encouraged students to always look ahead. He showed many "Bill Nye the Science Guy" videos. I will never forget him. He gave us hell, but a treat in between. On the last day of school, He gave the whole class a giant Snickers bar each. It was like everyone liked him all of a sudden. "Hey I heard the health teacher is mean." A student would answer, " Naa. He is cool. He gives you candy." And that is all you heard. It was not so bad. I later had an eve more amazing class after sixth period...

In Memory Of - Ms. Augustin, And Mr. Wilson