Category: Writers Block
Teacher’s Pet For The Month
Christine June was one of the more ambitious and responsible fif graders in Mr. Richard Carson’s class. She was one of the few who did all her assignments most thoroughly, and completely, Furthermore, her responses seemed much deeper and much more complex then those others who turn in completed work. She had an actual interest in the subjects and endeavored to study her books to be as intelligent about the topics as possible.
This afternoon, as usual, she was wheeling herself back in to class in her fancy black wheelchair. The loud deep bell had rung out very audibly throughout the medium sized well to do elementary school signifying the end of lunch. All the other students were filing in to their class. Christine was now nearing the ramp of the bungalow, so, she wheeled herself closer and was about to make a sharp left turn, then continue to wheel herself up the ramp to her classroom as per usual. Except, this time, she felt a push, a sharp jult to her wheelchair and the front of her wheelchair hitting the railing then bouncing off of it with some force. The impact was hard enough to nearly tip her and her wheelchair over and she only prevented herself from losing control of the chair by grasping on to the railing quick enough with her small hands. Meanwhile, a lanky somewhat chubby boy with red hair had reached out a hand to give her wheelchair a shove.
“Hey, that’s Not nice. I’ll tell the teacher!” Christine shouted mournfully her slightly high pitched voice wavering, at the sniggering boy who was now fleeing across the school yard, to a bungalow on the other side. She steered the wheelchair around the railing, and as she ascended the ramp her hazel green eyes rapidly fills up with hot salty tears, which slowly leaked out from her eyes on to her beautiful small tender heart shaped face. She manage to reach the top of the ramp and wheel herself in to the small classroom, wheel herself back in front of her desk, and waited impatiently for classs to commence, attempting to stop herself from crying and feeling down by relaxing.
“Hey Carla, mom said it is okay for you to come over, can you still come over?” the red headed Ingrid Peterson asked excitedly and a little loudly so from even two rows behind Ingrid Christine was able to hear Ingrid well enough, over the other chatter.
“Yes, then we can play with your new Hamster!” Carla squealed excitedly now sitting down after walking in from the warm outdoors.
“I thought I would start out our class period, here, with the student of the month award,” Mr. Carson announced over the noise of the childrens conversations as the 20 young fifth graders all finished settling down in their chairs behind their desk and sat there talking to each other. The fifth graders all suddenly went quiet, and looked at mr. carson attentively, expectantly even, hoping that it was them this time around who was getting the student of the month award.
“”oh, I hope it’s me,” One of the more popular boys in the class and the school named Shelden theolls was heard audibly and excitedly saying to his friend. There was now more and more whispering within the 30 second pause Mr. Carson had stop speaking to try to build excitement.
“The winner is……, drumroll please,” Mr. Carson said loudly and in his best announcer voice, that he could manage. All the kids did just that, they pounded against their table noisily for drum roll.. He cleared his throat noisily.
“”Christine June,” Mr. Carson said this the loudest with a wide smile on his face. The other students however was not as happy with this news. There was tense silence for a few moments. No one cheered or clapped or showed that they were happy for Christine for winning the student of the month award. A lot of faces looked more vicious, upset, or disappointed at this news.
“That’s not fair,” Julia Robinson cried out in outrage. She was one of the more popular girls who was liked by all the boys in the class. She was hoping that one of her friends would win the award.
“That’s so unfair!” One of the boys in the class named shaun said loudly, clearly very upset that he didn’t win student of the month. He was also very popular and was hoping to win student of the month to brag to all his friends just how awesome he was.
“How come she got the student of the month? I think I am better!” an African-American girl with bbraided long hair named ella stood up aggressively shouting and pointed a finger at Christine.
“She’s just a dumb cry baby, she’s not a good girl!” Another boy, this one named James, shouted angrily atMr. Carson , sticking his tongue out at the teacher, “You just like her.”By now after this comment from James Christine looked a bit upset, and her face twisted itself in to a sad expression, and a frown appeared on her face.
“lets come together please and calm down, please,” mr. Carson said sharply now raising his eyebrows in both surprise and anger, “and, I want to see both Shaun and James after class, at recess. I must say I pick student of the month for very good reasons, and I have good reasons for picking the 6 including Christine for each month’s student of the month. There are traits and abilitie Christine, Alexander, Lillian, tamilla, Nathaniel, and Terrence have that the rest doesn’t have and each very uniquely individually, and each lack some sort of abilitie and traits that some of you have. You must trust me that I don’t pick student of the month based on just anything, and I think each of you have some really good traits. And, as the theme changes, different people might have the chance to win something.” Mr. Carson was usually very mild mannered, and didn’t favor any students. He liked his students equally. He didn’t like any of them treating any other student badly. He was unpleased with the attitude of his fifth grade class on his decision to make Christine the student of the month, and. He was constantly amazed at the effort that Christine put forth in her work and was quite friendly with her since he spent a lot of time helping her out because she needed the extra accommodation. He had picked her as he had picked all the other students because he thought they deserved the award and praise according to the theme of each month. This month was greatest academic achievement. Christine had come very far in this way and have done a lot of great work despite her disability.
Mr. Carson then gave them a few worksheets they didn’t quite finish in the mathematics part of class yesterday and told them that was what they were going to do for the rest of the class. They were allowed to work with others or alone. Student by student paired up with their friends or other students. Christine waited for students to get settled down to see if anyone wanted to work with her this time. No one ever in her whole school career wanted to work with her, but she was hoping maybe just maybe this once there would be one kind person who would be willing to work with her. She always imagined it would be nice and longed for it, but thus far no one had. This time, again, No one came forward to be her partner, so she quietly got to work. Writing the equations as usual, slowly, and with some difficulty. Everyone stayed distant from her and worked with each other other then christine. Soon enough the bell rang and everyone but James and Shaun got to go outside. Christine liked to go outside for recess even though she couldn’t run or play outside like everyone else. The reason she liked going outside was because of the fresh air and it was a break from the classroom setting. So after class Christine wheeled herself out of the hot stuffy classroom, down the ramp, and right in to the school yard, today filled with bright strong rays of brilliant sunshine. It was a really rather nice day, and a non-typical March afternoon.