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When a strict teacher confronts Ryan, a special day takes a turn for the worse I walked into the gymnasium and saw the face of Ms. Himmel, the one teacher I never wanted to see...
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When a strict teacher confronts Ryan, a special day takes a turn for the worse
I walked into the gymnasium and saw the face of Ms. Himmel, the one teacher I never wanted to see there on that special day.
She was one of two teachers always patrolling our classroom. She was strict toward everyone except my friend Jim. She was always kind to him.
Months after an embarrassing incident at school, Emerson is faced with a difficult decision
The most traumatizing thing that happened to me in all of elementary school took place in the fall of third grade.
What is this? Oh, what happened to poor eight-year-old Emerson? Did a dear pet die? Was she tragically injured?
No. Stuff like that doesn’t really happen to me.
“I’m an average gymnast. To me, competition isn’t always about winning. It’s about the drive.”
I nervously step into the arena, itching at my rhinestone-covered leotard. My hair is pulled back in a tight bun as voices echo off the ceiling that soars above my head. The cold concrete floor tickles my bare feet. I search for my teammates and spot them at the far side of the room.
The narrator meets a remarkable kitten at the Houtong Cat Village in Taiwan
I grinned from ear to ear as a cat cautiously strolled up to me and sniffed my hand, looking for food bits. I was so delighted to finally arrive at Meow City!
In June 2019, my family took a trip to Taiwan to visit my relatives.
Competing in a horse show prompts some self-reflection
My heart almost stopped when my mom parked our gray Honda minivan on the grounds of the annual Halloween Horse Show. Horses were everywhere. Horses being led, horses being groomed, horses being tacked and warmed up. The usually quiet grounds of Hybid Farm looked like a beehive.
A malfunctioning air conditioner provides an unexpected opportunity for imaginative play
One day, I was watching my tablet in my study room, and I heard a strange sound. I looked where the sound was coming from, and I saw the AC dripping some cold water.
I switched the AC off. I then brought a bowl to keep water from spilling on the floor. Soon the bowl got filled up with water.
Saying goodbye to her sister for the summer, the author wrestles with sadness, anger, and confusion
All the boxes were in the apartment, and we got a good look at it for the first time. It was small but cute, with its baby-blue wallpaper and overstuffed crimson armchair. Alex cast delighted glances around the room, barely able to stand still. “Oh my god, Mom, it’s so cute!
The author, also known as “the Misfortunate One,” learns an important lesson from the Vile Tree
The story you are about to read is a story of idiocy, disaster; it includes attempts and confession, and a lesson. It is a story of a Fatal Arrow, a Vile Tree, the Use, the Mode, and the Means, and it is a story of a Misfortunate One.
Kelly recalls a time when her greatest fear in the classroom was realized
I sat up on the cold stool and rested my hands on the large black surface in front of me. I could feel the abnormally cold tabletop freezing into my arms through my thick hoodie. I gazed around the huge classroom. Everyone sat on navy-blue stools at their assigned tables.
A collection of brief meditations on place
Outside, I slowly stomped through the leaves on a path that connects two parts of my neighborhood. There, I sat, listening to the birds and squirrels scuffle and fly. A deer, surprised, ran past me into the forest, turning back after a few meters, watching. I picked up a leaf, rough and colored with age.