Screams.
Cries.
Taunting.
Whining.
All of these emotions were happening right around me. The room filled with terror and brutal behavior, a room with kindergarteners, the scariest room to be alive. Well, at least this time.
Tik, tok, tik, tok…. I was staring at the clock my whole class, waiting for the best time of the day, RECESS. My face turned red, my legs started shaking, my eyes wandered. I was determined to get what I wanted, the play kitchen. This kitchen was my favorite. It contained fake food, a register, and mean customers. This was my desire, my passion. I really wanted to be a chef when I grew up, so I practiced everyday with this play kitchen. I had to make it across the room in time, and to be sure I did I set myself ready to fly off my seat.
As the time had hit that felt like forever, I slowly but surely stood up before my teacher could finish her sentence. I dashed across the room yelling, screaming, almost crying to make sure I got what I wanted. Many other people wanted the same, so that's why I was focused on this kitchen. Something about this kitchen felt real, felt alive in the moments. The feel of running my own kitchen was something I desired.
Once I got there my eyes brightened; I could not believe I was the first one there. I went through a kid door into the kitchen and got set for my restaurant. As multiple people arrived, some were crying, and some were in complete terror. But the thing I hate the most was that I got snitched on. I got shoved, pushed, even screamed at, just because I got what I wanted and they didn't. My friend had told me that I was not sharing and that I didn't want to play with them. The guilt I had and how shameful I was, I just couldn't believe my friend told me. She's not my friend anymore; she doesn't exist to me. At first I felt bad, but I did not want to be wasting all my time on arguing about who’s got what, so I continued to play around with my friends.
About ten minutes later, the teacher came over with a scowl on her face. I knew right then and there someone lied about something that made the teacher go ballistic. At this point I wanted to cry; in fact, I wanted to sob. What I said to my teacher made her even more frantic. I felt my eyes watering, and my neck felt sore. I was caught being a fool, or acting like one. I just wanted to go home. I knew I was over with. I walked gradually to my friend with shattered teeth and hesitating movements. I really could not see what I did. First I had to say my least favorite sentence, which is, “ I am sorry.” It’s not like it would fix anything unless those words came to heart. I knew I had to say those words just to fix the frown on my teacher’s face and perhaps the person who told on me as well.
I scurried across the room, hoping to get another chance. I still felt guilty about myself; I just hoped they wouldn't call my parents and tell them. But of course, I heard the phone ring. My teacher was nodding her head like every time, but I felt like it was for me. She had a look in her eye like a deathing stink eye that wouldn't be unseen. Maybe it’s because I was the only one staring directly toward her.
After a long stare she came up to me and told me she needed to call home. My face got so red; I felt one hundred degrees warmer, and everyone in my class was staring at me just like the teacher was. I really did not know where to go, not home, not in this classroom. I never felt more embarrassed in my life. I wanted to hide away forever. All because of this, I did not control my behavior. I whined, I screamed, I had an attitude, and worst of all, I felt crummy about my choice. Losing your friend over something small isn't worth it, especially when they are your best friend, and your only friend.
Behavior matters the most; no one else can control it besides you. Behavior is what people think of when you mention a person; it’s what describes you as a person. You need to remember you will have new opportunities and mistakes that can be learned from. Just be who you are, and don’t let anyone else determine that. Behavior will always be the keyword; you can control it, and only you.
-Grace K.
I liked how you grabbed my attention in the beginning of your story with these four words, “Screams. Cries. Taunting. Whining.” It really intrigued me to wonder why you were feeling these emotions. Then you jumped right into why these emotions were being expressed. Using very advanced word description and grammar. You did a very good job on keeping me intrigued throughout your story. Every paragraph you grabbed us with a new emotion being expressed. You also did a very nice good on making this lesson relatable, “Just be who you are, and don’t let anyone else determine that.” Overall you did a really good job. Spectacular job Grace!
ReplyDeleteI can relate to Grace’s story in the same way. I have a little brother that is a year younger than me. When we where younger we had something similar like a little house and one time when I was playing Connor {little brother} came a long with my little cousin who is the same age as Connor. They asked if they could play I said yes but Connor wanted to be the chief but I said no because I was the chief so when I said no he went into the house then about 5 mins later he came out with my grammy and my grammy asked Hayden why can’t connor play? { My friend had told me that I was not sharing and that I didn't want to play with them. The guilt I had and how shameful I was, I just couldn't believe my friend told me. She's not my friend anymore; she doesn't exist to me. At first I felt bad, but I did not want to be wasting all my time on arguing about who’s got what, so I continued to play around with my friends.}
ReplyDeleteControlling your behavior is incredibly important, Grace says “Behavior matters the most; no one else can control it besides you.” If she had good behavior then she would have gotten what she wanted. I liked how Grace used an engaging voice in the writing, like when she said “She’s not my friend anymore; she doesn’t exist to me.” She really used her voice in that sentence
ReplyDeleteThe introduction to this narrative was really interesting. Describing how the room looked really made it feel like I was there myself. Starting off with how you felt yourself and what the room around you looked like really brought the narrative to life and made it feel like I was in that same position. When you stated, “I dashed across the room yelling, screaming, almost crying to make sure I got what I wanted.” It really showed what you wanted to teach your reader about. I really like the way you described how you felt in that moment. The word choice was great too. In all, this narrative really brought out the different perspectives on how we should focus on our behavior.
ReplyDeleteGrace,
ReplyDeleteThis story has a great life lesson. It showed me that you shouldn’t give up something important for something small. The central idea I got out of this story was that how we act affects how we are looked at. In a part of the story, Grace says that after the whole kitchen playset drama her best friend dumped her because she was being mean. Later in the story her parents get called and everyone, even the teacher gives her bad looks. I relate to what grace had felt because during my 3rd grade year, I got yelled at by a teacher. I thought it would be the smartest idea to talk back to her and yell at her. I immediately got sat out in the hall, parents called, friends lost. From that day on, I not only got ghosted by my friends, But I also got dirty looks from my peers. I learned from that day that if you do something no one else does or something everyone hates, apparently everyone hates you. A quote that I liked was at the end of the story, when the life lesson was being shown. The quote was, “ Behavior matters the most; no one else can control it besides you.” I really liked how this story was so nicely put together. Unlike most stories, I could actually read on and not get bored. Great job on this piece Grace!