My Story

Grade Seven

In grade seven, once a week we had a special opportunity to go to the library, pick a book, scramble to find place in the library where we could sit and then read, in the comfy pillows for the rest of class time. Now, we weren’t allowed to sit with our friends as our teacher, Mr. Dirksen would become really angry when we would talk during our reading time. Seeing Mr. Dirksen mad was a scary thing! His face would turn red; his veins would start to bulge; he would raise his voice so loud you were scared to even look at him. This special friday was the beginning of a long weekend, and all of my friends were excited to plan what we were going to do. When Mr. Dirksen went to the front of the library we slowly maneuvered towards each other( making sure we were super stealth), to meet in a huddle in the back of the library. We were “pretending” to read, as we talked about our plans for the weekend. We thought we were being quite as a mouse, but our voices were louder than we thought because the next thing we knew, Mr. Dirksen’s red, bulging, vein face was yelling at us through clenched teeth to get out into the hall. Quickly as we could we scramble from where we were sitting, we dropped our books and ran into the hall. As we were waiting for him, we were all sweating bullets not knowing what he would do, or say to us. We stood in a line along the wall. When he came out of the library we all bowed our heads, as not wanting to make eye contact with him. It was as scary as being the army and having him be our drill seargent. He began to yell at us saying that we took this time in the library for granted. Then he got really angry when we wouldn’t look at him. I could hear the tenseness in his voice, and I knew I didn’t want to be the on to look at him. Then I saw his shoes standing right in front of me. I could hear him breathing heavily and I looked to my left, at my friend just as Mr. Dirksen yelled “I may as well be talking to this wall!" as he punched the wall between my face and my friend. I felt the wind brush past my face and I barley twitched not wanting to move. I was scared he might punch it again and hit my face. He then calmed down as none of us were moving, let alone breathing, and told us to get back in the library and read by ourselves. We all went back into the library and sat alone. I was scared because now instead of him being my teacher, he was also a psycho!

That night I went home and at dinner I told my momabout my eciting eventful dat at school. Being in grade seven, this was a traumatizing thing to experience. I was scared and I didn’t want my mom to go talk to him, in fear that he might get mad at me again. My mom is my mom. She went right away that next day. Only to meet with the other parents who had their children come and complain to them as well. Mr. Dirksen lied to our parents and said that he had lightly tapped the lockers only to make a point that we were not paying any attention to him. All of my friends were in shock that he would lie to our parents! From that day on he was never mean to us again, and he always kept his temper at a minimum. No more clenching teeth, bulging veins, or red face could be seen well, not around me at least.

Tamar

First Blog

Hey!
I don't really know how to work this thing, first blog ever.
I'm supposed to add a picture of myself.
Hope all the comm people add me on here lol.
Love you Brittany your hot!
Peace out
Tamar