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| 16 Aug 2013 10:50 AM
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One day, our teacher gave us a worksheet. It was a word search and there were several words with the letter "y" in them. We had to find them. Of course, some kids went around saying it was boring and that they didn't want to do it. They said we could play outside instead, and the teacher agreed.
Anyway, a few minutes later, one of the other kids started crying because she couldn't finish her word search, so the teacher made the class go back inside. When they did, we all sat around while she yelled at the girls. She told them that they didn't have a choice about doing the work, and that they had to obey the rules. I just sat there, listening to the lecture.
When she finished, she asked everyone if they learned their lesson, and someone in the back raised his hand. He said he did, and then he said the teacher needed to learn her lesson. The girl next to me started laughing and said something like, "Yeah, you should teach her how to spell 'obey'."
The teacher got red-faced and yelled at him for talking back. She kept yelling at him, so he took off his shirt and ran around the classroom. Everyone else just stared at him. Then he grabbed his backpack and walked out.
We were all silent while the teacher stood there with her mouth open. A few seconds later, the principal came walking down the hall with the boy who had taken off his shirt. They both walked into the room where I was standing. The teacher turned to leave, but the principal pulled her back by the arm and said, "Excuse us, ma'am."
Everyone else sat there silently, wondering what was going on. Meanwhile, the teacher asked, "Are you serious?"
"We're taking care of this now," the principal said.
He then looked over at me and said, "Would you mind standing over there? I need to talk to you."
I stood up and walked to the opposite side of the room, watching as the principal and teacher talked in private. They whispered for a long time, and I could hear some of the things they said. Mostly, they talked about the boy who had removed his clothes. He apparently tried to hurt himself, so they called a doctor to come check him out.
The teacher kept yelling at the principal for not telling her what happened. "Why didn't you tell me what happened to this kid?" she asked. "How was I supposed to know? And now he's running around naked!"
The principal replied that he had no way of knowing, either. And besides, they should have handled their problems like adults. He left the room, and the teacher went over to where I stood. She looked very upset, so she gave me a hug and told me that she loved me.
When we separated, she looked very sad. She wiped away a tear and explained how she had no control over the situation. In the end, we all had to live with the consequences of our actions. It didn't matter whether it was the boy or the principal - everyone was involved. She told me that this whole thing was my fault.
I just stood there, looking back at her with a blank expression on my face. I wasn't sure why I deserved any blame, but I knew I hadn't done anything wrong. Then she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, saying something along the lines of, "This is your fault - you'll see."
She turned around and began walking towards the door. Before leaving, she said, "By the way, your math test is tomorrow." I just nodded, and then she closed the classroom door behind her. A few moments later, the principal opened the door and said, "C'mon, let's go." He took me to the nurse's office.
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| 16 Aug 2013 10:53 AM
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tl;dr
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7a6ZkFzQ6XU
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