Emotionally scarred
She had left us with very simple instructions: complete the class work in relative silence while she talked to the teacher next door. I had no problem with this; I had always been the good child, the one who follows all directions and never got in trouble. Until this day, when I saw the cockroach.
It was in the corner of the carpet and caught my eye as I let my eyes wonder from my book. I screamed. Loudly. Tr. Dianna came running in, expecting to see a student dead or dying. When she realized that I had made such a commotion over a bug, a dead one at that, she decided to teach me a lesson. Instead of simply giving me a detention, she crafted a more creative punishment.
The next day, I came to her room with a pencil and sheet of paper as she had instructed. She then placed the dead cockroach on the table in front of me and told me to draw it in detail. I spent 15 minutes dissecting the bug with my eyes. I have never been so disgusted in my life.
It was in the corner of the carpet and caught my eye as I let my eyes wonder from my book. I screamed. Loudly. Tr. Dianna came running in, expecting to see a student dead or dying. When she realized that I had made such a commotion over a bug, a dead one at that, she decided to teach me a lesson. Instead of simply giving me a detention, she crafted a more creative punishment.
The next day, I came to her room with a pencil and sheet of paper as she had instructed. She then placed the dead cockroach on the table in front of me and told me to draw it in detail. I spent 15 minutes dissecting the bug with my eyes. I have never been so disgusted in my life.
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