Monday, February 21, 2011
Crossing the line
There lived a boy, in small town with only two stop lights, that was quiet, reserved, and for the most part shy. His name was Carlos, and to his classmates he was seen as nerdy, and someone who always followed the rules. In his sophomore year of high school though, he began to do something most people hadn’t seen him do before, he began to talk...a lot. No teacher felt more wrath from his tongue though than Ms. Brouch, his math teacher. Everyday she would have to tell Carlos to quit talking and pay attention. Carlos payed no mind to her constant nagging, instead he just talked with his friend from the tennis team. One day though it was just too much for Ms. Brouch to handle, Carlos had cross the line, so she sent him to the hallway. Carlos embarrassed didn’t like the looks he would get as people passed him in the hallway wondering why of all people he was there. No looks embarrassed him more than when his english teacher walked by, Mrs. Preston. She looked at Carlos with her compassionate eyes she always had and asked, “Carlos what could you have possibly done to end up in the hallway?”. Carlos thought for a moment maybe I should lie and say it was just for the class and he wasn’t in trouble. No though he could lie to Mrs. Preston reluctantly he said “I got in trouble for talking to much”. Mrs. Preston looked at him and laughed in disbelief she began to exclaim but what a wonderful student you are, and as she was giving praise out walked Ms. Brouch. Mrs. Preston asked Ms. Brouch if it could possibly be true Carlos was in the hallway for talking to much. Ms. Brouch confirmed the story and the had talk Mrs. Preston saying how wonderful Carlos was, and Ms. Brouch wishing she had the Carlos, Mrs. Preston had in her class. In the end Carlos was given a talk to by Ms. Brouch and sent back in the classroom. For the rest of the year Carlos calmed down but probably not as much as Ms. Brouch would have liked. Ms. Brouch might have been the first teacher Carlos crossed the line with, but one thing was certain it wouldn’t be the last.
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