When I was in the first grade, there was this girl I sort
of had a crush on and I would actually bother her on purpose. Our desks
were across from each other and I would take my fingers and crawl them up on her
desk. She would sometimes slap my hand. After I didn't stop
bothering her, the teacher moved my desk or made me switch desks to another spot
in the classroom. I think I was moved to a spot by myself. The
teacher didn't like me after that.
I remember one time when I was in the 4th grade, the
other students and I were individually doing social studies class work and we had 10
review questions to answer on paper. The answers were in the chapter.
I had trouble finding the answers to the questions, so I skipped around between
the 1-10 questions. At one
point, the teacher was waiting for everybody to finish and after I was the last
student to finish, she asked me what number I was on. I looked on my
paper, and since I was skipping around, I said I was on # 2. Then the
teacher said I can finish mine at home. I think I actually had only 2 or 3
questions left. I must had the first question answered and I think I had 5
or 6 other questions answered from the third question on to the last question.
And when the teacher asked me what question I'm on, instead of telling her I'm
skipping around and only have 2 or 3 questions left, I responded by saying I was
on the second question because I didn't have the second question answered yet.
When
I was in the 5th grade I was a manager for the school's basketball team (not
that I really like basketball). The principal was trying to help, because
I was getting into a lot of trouble in school and he thought that giving me a
good job would change me, but it didn't. I guess he thought I didn't
appreciate school and making me a manager would make things different, but my
behavior problem wasn't that I didn't appreciate school, it was just that I
couldn't control myself when being bothered by the other kids.
I remember one day in the 6th grade kids were calling me
names and they were playing a game on me to see how many annoying nicknames they
can come up for Eric and they came up with over 100! That
got me VERY MAD and I
actually screamed, (it was during lunch at the time) very loud like a girl!
I was then brought out into the hall. There happen to
be a guy walking by or near my lunch table at the time I screamed
and the principal (he probably heard me scream or was nearby) got me and then
the guy out into the hall, and asked what was wrong and in my mind I was like
"that guy had nothing to do with it" and then I just told them they were making
fun of me at the lunch table and calling me names. Then he sent that guy
back to his table and I'm not sure what happen after that. He probably
just talked to me and told me screaming in the lunch room was inappropriate or
something. The principal might of knew I wouldn't act out without a reason
(that's probably why he brought that other guy that was nearby when I screamed
out into the hall too). My reason for screaming (which I would never do
today) was unnoticeable. None of the teachers or staff there knew they
were coming up with names for me (which I don't blame them). To them it
probably just looked like a normal conversation at the lunch table, until after
I screamed.
I remember one time also in the 6th
grade, me and this other kid started touching each other on the arm, like
playing tag, and I had to get the "last touch" and he wanted to get the "last
touch" too. We were going at it 5 or 6 times when all the sudden the
teacher gave me a deportment cut, just ME, not the other student! So, I
guess she didn't see the other student. That made me mad at that time.
That was during library class.
In the fall of 2005, I took college English, as I'm
pursuing an Associate Degree in Information Technology. I did an essay on
how cruel kids can be in school by providing a few examples. Click the
links below.
Essay - my final draft
(Web page format)
Essay - graded with teacher's
comments (Microsoft
Word)
