Brian Balcazar
October 27, 2011
English 9
Period 4
Autobiographical Narrative Final Draft
I always considered myself a good student, until something bad happened in my life. I was living in a foster home in Chula Vista, California. I was there for a year and had liked it so far. When I graduated six grade, I asked to go to Castle Park Middle School because that school was closer than Hilltop Middle School, which was where I was supposed to go. I learned that sometimes you have to be careful about what you do in school.
The first day of school was a boring but short day. A couple of weeks into the school year, I began to like a girl in my Math class. I sat by her, so every time I made a joke, she would laugh at it. One time I decided to make a farting noise when the teacher bent over, but when I did that the teacher got mad because everybody laughed at her and she was so mad she kicked me out. While she was screaming at me, I was thinking of what I was going to tell the principal and holding on to the door. She wasn’t done screaming at me so I walked away because I didn’t even listen in the first place and she took too long.When I got to the office, I sat there for ten minutes until the principal asked me to go in his office. He told me, “This is your first time in the office” and I said, “ Yeah it is.” He then said, “ Alright since this is your first time I’ll just give you Saturday school.” Saturday morning I woke up and walked to school and waited for the gates to open with other people there. When they opened the gates, we went to a class. There was about ten of us there, and I only knew seven of them. We went in the class and waited there then I saw the teacher that was going to watch us. She seemed mean and had an attitude problem. Time passed and we had an hour left. I was bored so I made an airplane and threw it to one of my friends. Then he dared me to throw it at the teacher so I threw at the teacher. She turned around and asked, “ Who threw that?” No one answered, so we had to stay for another hour. While weeks passed, I kept getting in trouble and going to the office and getting Saturday school. I was getting used to it.
One day I left my backpack at my house so I called and ask my foster mom to bring it for me and she did. When they called me to go to the office, I saw the principal talking to my foster mom and she looked at me with an angry face while hearing the principal talking about me. Later that week they said I have one more chance and if go to the office, they will expel me. So after that I tried my best not to get in trouble any more. Everything was going good until one day in my English class I sneezed out loud because I couldn’t hold it and the teacher got mad at me because she thought I did on purpose. She told me to go outside and sit there. I got mad because she thought I did it to be funny. I started to scream and I said ,“Now I want your attention”. She came out here screaming; she came so fast I felt the wind hit my face. She said go to the office and I went there. I knew I was going to get expelled. A week later I went to school because they said they have to think about what they going to do to me. They said I was expelled and after that I was grounded for a while it was hell. Will I learn that being bad in school is not worth getting expelled. I think school is very important and you should always try your best and there might be some difficulty's in the ways but always try.
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