This is an essay i wrote for eng. 101 project this year. its a good story. so i shared it... My First Essay. “Jason, you are going home for five days for the burp, and I am giving you ten days for the football. Pete, you are going home with him for all fifteen days, just because you were there. And, I know you laughed!” I enjoy writing essays, but that has not always been true. The year was 1994, and I was getting ready to do my first essay. It was a hard paper to write, but one way or another I was going to get it done. Let’s start on the day of the assignment. The teacher stood in front of the class barking orders, like they always do. I listened for a while, but everyone knows how that goes. First she went into how the format of the paper should be done, second there should be a written rough draft, then a typed final draft, and finally it was due in one mouth, on the last full day of school. She got off the subject for a few minutes, and talked about her dog. After that, she passed out the topics for our essays. I never even looked at it. The bell rung and we all hurried out. Our minds were blown by how much we had to do. None of us could believe that we had to write out a whole five-hundred word paper. This was not a normal thing for a bunch of football players and stoners to have to do. I was a football player. There was no way that all of us was going to get this done. It also had to be done in a month, and I did not know my topic. Later that day, in the gym, Jason Dodson walked up to me and asks “Man, are you going to do your paper?” Shrugging, I replied, “dude, I have no clue. I will probably wait till the last minute and do some half-ass paper.” He laughed while saying, “You know you are not going to do that thing!” “Shut up Jason”, I muttered. I swallowed hard because I knew I had tossed my topic. As the bell rung, he slowly picked up his hand and slung a football toward the exit of the gym. It lands on the back of some poor seventh graders head, sending him flying out the gym doors. I started to yell for him to look out, but that would end with him getting hit in the face with the point of a football. “Pete, Jason, get your asses over here now! You are both getting written up!”, Yelled Coach Sorrow. Five minutes later we were sitting in the head principal’s office. The smell of Jack Daniels filled the air. Mr. Stone slowly looked up from his desk and said, “What the hell are you two doing in here?” At this time we both had gotten pretty worried. The last time we went into his office we got a paddling with a boat paddle he found in the back of his truck. Jason slowly handed him our referrals. He read them then laughed. Slowly, he drunkenly slurred “get the hell out of my office. Huh… Huh… Huh… I don’t have time for this. Why the hell do you little punks still come to my school? You know what? I like you guys! Now get out of here before I get a paddle out.” I feel at this time to that I should say that this almost two years after paddling had been outlawed. When it came down to it neither Jason’s mom, nor my mom, cared if he paddled us. He slowly handed back our referrals. We left in a hurry. “BURP!” Jason burped loudly as we walked out of the main office. Everyone was in class, so it echoed through the halls of the school. Unfortunate for us the vice-principal’s office was right across the hall. He snatched us up and took us into his office. “Jason, you are going home for five days for the burp, and I am giving you ten days for the football. Pete, you are going home with him for all fifteen days, just because you were there. And, I know you laughed!” “I di…” I tried to defend myself. “Shut up!” He screamed. “So!” I exclaimed. “Boy, what did you say to me?” he asked, as his face turned red. Jason calmly said “So.” The vein in his head almost burst, as he screamed “I told you little assholes if you ever said so to me again I was going to give you five days out of school suspension!” Jason and I simultaneously said “so”. “You both leave now, and I do not want to see you again for the next twenty-five days!” the vice-principal said with his teeth clinched. “You only gave us fifteen days”, I calmly pointed out. “The others are for the so!” The vice-principal screamed. We got out of there as fast as we could, because we had planned to get suspended. I did not plan to hit the kid with the ball, and I did not laugh at the boy. To us all this meant was twenty-five days of excused absences, and twenty-five days at the lake. That paper would have to wait till the last five days. I got a little worried. Without the class time or topic, I did not know what I was doing. After our time at the lake was over, we came back school. Jason and I made it all the way through the fifteen minutes of home room. When Jason walked out of homeroom, he screams “Let!” “It all out!” I screamed back. It is a Korn song, and an easy way to find each other in the hall. But, this day it was an easy way to get sent home with two more days of suspension. The vice-principal was standing between us somewhere in the hall. “You got two days left of the year. Let me see either of you pass now”, the vice-principal snickered as we walked out of the school. I made it back and I knew that there was a big chance I would not pass. I got my essay topic from my teacher; it was “What I learned in the last twenty-eight days.” To be honest all I had learned was; if you hold to the bottom of a train track you will get shook off, don’t leave shoes in the back of the truck, and don’t jump on the right side of the canal. I could not write about that. I wrote “SO!” on the paper, turned it in, and left for the beach. So, my first essay was never written. I still passed with a D. I was also suspended for ten days, for the “SO!” essay, the first day of the next year
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