Tag: school

  • The Recliner

    I pushed my father’s recliner as far back as it could go and thought about how happy I was he was out of town for the entire week.  I would be able to use the car while he was gone, I could sit in the recliner without being kicked out and could do my homework…

  • The Scuffle

    “Was there a scuffle?”  I stared at my shoes as the principal quizzed me.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Savannah staring at him defiantly.  I wondered how she could be so brave at a time like this.  “Of course there was a scuffle.  You know because you’ve already watched the video.”  I knew Savannah…

  • Wishful Thinking

    Growing up, all I did in class was daydream.  I was constantly getting in trouble for staring out the window, wishing I was outside.  I hated having to stay inside and wondered why we couldn’t have class outdoors.  My parents were constantly getting emails from my teachers about how I never paid attention, but most of the…

  • Suitably Warm

    “I don’t think I know what ‘suitably warm’ means.  Like it is kind of warm, but not lukewarm?  Not freezing cold?  I don’t get it,” I listened to Chris mumble about our breakfast as I tried to park the truck.  I had been listening to him mumble and grumble about food now for four days.  I had no…

  • Wildfire

    “Spread love like wildfire is probably one of the cheesiest lines I’ve ever heard.  Wildfires are dangerous.  Love is not.  Why would anyone want to compare love to a wildfire?”  Hannah sat back in her chair and primly folded her hands in her lap.  I squinted my eyes at her and wondered what her life…

  • The Headmaster

    “It had to be asked,” I said to myself.  “No one else was going to confront him.  Everyone else is too scared.”  I got up off the unadorned chair and started pacing back and forth in the classroom.  Had I made a mistake?  Had I gone too far?  I had just confronted my professor.  Or at least that’s what he said.  All…

  • Chaotic

    “This looks a bit more chaotic than what you’ve done in the past,” Mr. Ross told me as he crossed his arms.  “Life is chaotic,” I stammered.  I didn’t really want to tell my teacher what really was going on.  It was really none of his business.  He couldn’t do anything about my personal life.  I knew I couldn’t,…

  • Crazy

    “It helps if they think you’re crazy.”  The girl sitting next to me leaned across the aisle and plunked a pen down on my desk.  I was new to the school and of course, couldn’t find a pen.  She had black hair that had recently been dyed and was wearing more makeup than I thought possible. …

  • Incapable

    “I am incapable of feeling,” I told my teacher.  “I can’t do it even though I have tried.  I’m not even sure what to do anymore.”  When Mr. Stewart didn’t respond, I stood to pick up my backpack and headed toward the door.  I knew I shouldn’t have told Mr. Stewart what was going on. …

  • Clouds

    “His head is always in the clouds,” I overheard my teacher tell my parents.  “Is that a bad thing?”  My mom asked tentatively.  It was probably the fact her head was in the clouds most of the time, but I knew the rumors weren’t true about either of us.  She was just using her art to escape the trauma of her…