Allen+and+Dylan

__**Being Yelled at by a Teacher**__ by: Dylan McGill I remember just like it was yesterday when I was being yelled at by my teacher. I was the regular day nothing special or interesting. Well my day started off pretty well I would say, I woke up took a hot shower, threw my clothes on, and went to school. After my first two classes I went to my third period which was business marketing. My lovely teacher was sitting behind her desk drinking her usual ice cold diet coke, but of course no other student was allowed to drink any type of substance during her class. Like every other day my lovely teacher wrote out our daily assignments and if you had any questions at all you had Google it. Well as usual I didn’t ask her any questions about the assignment, because I was terrified that she would spaz out as usual. So as class continued my friend and I were working on a group assignment when all of a sudden my teacher decided that it would be a good idea to move me, because she thought that I was talking,. Well I grabbed all my books and as soon as I moved she started screaming at me, because I had my cell phone out. My cell phone was in my hand simply due to the face that it was previously in my book-bag and I didn’t want it to get crushed when I was putting my book away, but my teach decided that it would benefit her more to just start yelling at me. While she was yelling at me I noticed just how bad her breath was and just how horrible her overall hygiene was too. Her breath smelt as if a cat had pooped in her mouth and then she drank a gallon of coffee to cover up the atrocious smell. Only to top it off she spits every other word and that doesn’t help the fact that while she was yelling at me she was only getting closer and closer to me. After a few minutes she finally got tired of screeching at me and then decided to call and administrator to escort me out of class. Well a few minutes passed and a police officer had to come and get me out of class all for just having my cell phone in my hand. Even though I had a legitimate reason for having the phone in my hand she still started the stupid predicament. At the end of the day I even had to apologize for absolutely nothing. Well that was the time my teacher yelled at me.

Being Praised by a Teacher by Allen Kapherr Once upon a time there was a teenager named Tumbeh. He was from a village in Nigeria and had recently moved to Baghdad, Kentucky. Back in his homeland, Tumdeh was on of the fastest people in his village. One sunny day, Tumdeh was on his way home from school. He had just stopped at McDonalds to get something to eat when he saw a very disturbing image. There was a young boy in the road that was chasing his ball. Tumdeh saw that there was a very large truck bearing down on the boy. Using his cheetah like speed, Tumdeh bolted towards the young boy. He scooped up the toddler like a eagle catching its prey. He dove to the other side of the road to avoid the speeding truck. Little did he know that the boy was his english teacher’s son. The boy’s father ran outside and thanked Tumdeh very much for saving the boy’s life. The teacher was so thankful that he promised to give Tumdeh a 100 for the rest of the year. Tumdeh’s one act of charity got him much praise from his teacher also got him a very easy 100 in a class. His bravery was very much appreciated.