Mr. terronez's Question

Questions:
Do you think that students are misunderstood by parents and teachers? why or why not?


-I think the question,"Do you think that students are misunderstood by parents and teachers?

why or why not?", Depends on the student and teachers/ students. Depends on the situation at

home. If you don't spend time with your kids or ever have a family time, your kids might not feel

open. For example me and my mother are really close because she spends a lot of time with me,

which makes me think I can trust her. Another example is a kid that doesn't spend time with

there parents. To him his parents are nothing more than parents.

Other times are when parents think that kids opinions don't matter, because there young ans

unwise, or a kid thinks his parents don't understand is a nother example

Memory box

This is my memory box made from 50 sticks. I know its really " un-usual" but its still usable

Drip Drop Drip Drop

It was a cold night. I could fell the feeling of cold air whooshing past me. The sky was gray as if the earth was sad. I could feel that something bad was going to happen.It happened. A couple of kids were playing hiding-go-seek so I decided to play. I remember walking on that windy cold day. Hardly any sunlight coming out of the gloomy feature-less sky. The ground was wet from the sprinklers, which left tracks to the old box cart. The box cart was old, decayed and smelt like skunk. I spent at least 3 minutes staring at the old ugly thing wondering if its a good hiding spot. Yet again who would want to. Eventually I decided to hide there. I chose to hide under the thing. Now looking back I don't think that was such a hot idea. I remember there being ants and spiders. I stayed in that cold dark area only a foot tall.

I got startled when a trickling feeling was on my leg. Shivers went down my body. I felt that I was gonna die. But surprisingly I stayed calm thinking that If I didn't go crazy it wouldn't attack me. When I didn't fell it on my leg anymore I quickly went outside wondering if anyone would ever thing me. I eventually gave up. But ran into a pole, kinda like that scene from scary movie 4. I didn't really care or noticed until I felt my face and saw blood drip from my face, drip drop drip drop. I Thought It was only a small cut but in reality it was serious. I didn't feel the pain because I didn't know how to act I didn't know how it looked. It wasn't until my friends looked at me with a fake Hollywood looking gasp. I thought there They rushed me to the hospital. There were a lot of sick people. A lot of them looked at me as if I had a big sign that said “hey look at me” I hated it so much, but lucky I was escorted to the ER. The smell of old, sick, and hand sanitizer was over whelming. I was extremely nervous and was about to go crazy. The clock that went,” Tick Tock Tick Tock” made me have to use the bathroom, but I it didn't make that much of a difference. Then The doctor came. It felt like slow-motion so I was like hurry up now.= But the worst part was when the doctor said I needed stitches. He got a needle as long as a 12 inch ruler. He slowly injected the needle into my lip! It felt like someone was putting a hot needle in my lip and that hot needle was on fire. But this needle was to make my lip numb so the even worse needle wouldn't hurt. They put me on a bed which was very hard and stiff and this lady nurse person handed the doctor a needle that was curved like captain hooks claw. I was awake when they did this and it felt like someone pulled my lip to the back of my head. It was extremely to the bone. One could describe it as painful as dying. It was painful. After that and thats all I remember. And that when I woke up I had stitches. Life with stitches was hard. It looked really ugly so I couldn't stand looking at me. As days pasted the wound healed slowly and the stitches were rendering useless, and eventually I had them removed, but I don't remember taking them out.