Lectured!

Day 2 (Friday) Pt.1

A/N Warning! Some swearing! Just figured I'd warn y'all.

I get on bus 16 in the morning, jumping over kids' legs who try to trip me. The little kids really don't like me for whatever reason. I don't even tattle on them! I sit down in my assigned seat, making sure I stay balanced as the bus starts moving. Falling flat on my back would be the most possible embarrassing thing ever. I sit down and take off my backpack putting it by the window, propping my elbow on it and looking out the window, watching the houses go by. It was Friday, I told myself, one more day and then its the weekend. I can do this, I can do this, I can't do this. There is no possible way that I won't get in trouble with Senor Grandma again. I'm already on my second strike! Gah! That reminds me, I have to talk to the guidance counselor today! I can't believe I forgot! I internally moan and take out a notebook, writing down reasons I will show for my actions (like there was anything wrong with them). On a separate page I make a list of stuff to remember while I'm talking to the guidance counselor:

1. Stay calm, cool, and collected

2. Do not lose your tongue (speak out)

3. Pick your fights (remembering what Ella told me)

4. They are people too (Senor Grandma being a person was the most lose definition)

I know I can do this now, my mother has taught me how to speak out in public. I close my notebook an click my pen, thinking about how in the Percy Jackson series by Rick Riordan Percy's pen turns into a sword and kills his teacher who turns out to be a fury. How I wish my pen did that and Senor Grandma was a monster I could slice to dust. I know it was a little dark but I was eleven and she really infuriated me. I needed to make her pay in a way she would never forget, in a way that would get her fired and show all adults how meaningful kids really were, I needed to make a stand because if I didn't who else would? The brainwashed kids in my school? I don't think so. I opened my notebook to a fresh page and titled it "Plan DSG" (DSG stands for Destroy Senor Grandma). I write down my points of contact and a plan of action to take SG (Senor Grandma, I'm getting tired of writing it) down. As vaporizing her with celestial bronze is obviously off the list, I try to think of some other ideas. Just as I've finished writing the bus pulls into the school completely oblivious that life there is going to change dramatically within the next week. 

I file off of the bus with everyone else, over-viewing my ideas for Plan DSG. I hope it works because if it doesn't I am going to be in major trouble. But, putting that aside I'm excited to finally act on my thoughts. I've had these rebellious thoughts for so long it feels so good to finally act upon them.  As I'm walking through the halls I see my best friend Willow talking with our friend, Bailey. Probably about how annoying Kayden Garcia, the previous queen bee. She was an idiot and me and Willow were sucked into her trap becoming wannabees. Over the summer Kayden called Willow's cousin a b*tch because she wasn't pretty (which is totally untrue having met Willow's cousin) and we haven't been friends since. Which is definitely for the best. I speed walk over to them and say hello from behind surprising Willow (it's a running game we have). After exchanging greetings I tell them that I have something important to talk to them about at recess. Bailey's mother is a teacher but she is in no way a teacher's pet, just like me. My mother is a college professor who teaches some English at some engineering school that I don't remember the name of. Something that goes m-e I think. Smirking at their confused and surprised expressions I walk into my classroom seeing it in utter chaos.

Senor Grandma was yelling at a kid who was standing up at their desk and the kid was yelling right back. It made me proud that the kids were following my example. I had always been a roll model, this was the first time I felt good about it and not guilty or angry for being brainwashed. The other kids weren't even doing their work, they were just sitting their wide-mouthed, at the yelling match. I couldn't blame them but they still had to get their work done. I put my backpack on my chair and looking around found that no one had noticed me. Smirking, I did something fairly immature. I raised my voice slightly saying "Everyone back to work!". The kids jumped, looking at me and turned their heads' back to their worksheet. I turned to Senor Grandma and Lucas (the kid who was in a yelling match with Senor Grandma) "What's the problem?" I asked sighing. Senor Grandma responded "This child refuses to do the work!" Lucas looks up and said "I was asking a question and Sen- Mrs. Fitzgerald refuses to answer my question!" Uh-Oh. I heard him slip, he almost called her Senor Grandma to her face. That would not have been good. Please, she didn't notice, please. SG narrows her eyes but doesn't say anything. Thank God. SG looks at me and says "He should know this. It is a simple math sheet." I picked up the math sheet and said "This has linear equations on it! We aren't supposed to know this yet! Some people might, but we haven't been taught it yet!" Senor Grandma snaps back with "Oh, and I suppose no one's parents have taught them this yet." OMG. She made me so angry, I don't ever remember being this angry at someone before. Not even Kayden. I told her "Not everyone's parents have the time or think it is important to teach their child things that the teacher will get to eventually!" Senor Grandma scoffed, "Well, I assume you think you can do this?" "Can you?" I responded with "Younger first" I rolled my eyes and looked at the first problem 2/(x+3). Easy. Out loud I said "The answer is 3/(5-x)" Lucas checked my answer on a calculator and said "That is correct." Senor Grandma picked up the sheet and said "What does x equal in this equation? (2x+5)/(x+4) = 1. The answer is -2." Lucas looked at his calculator, punched a few buttons clearing hiding a smile said "I'm sorry, but your answer is incorrect." He sounded anything but sorry. He sat down and I walked over to his desk and explained how to do the problems. We left SG standing there fuming. When everyone else came in, I explained to them how to do the problems too. While everyone else went out to recess me and SG went to the guidance counselor and had our meeting.

The walk down the hall was a nightmare, this could either go really well or really wrong. Faze 1 of my plan was to have the guidance counselor think of me as the good person. Without that she would immediately decide that the teacher was right. Just like all adults do. Uggh. Why does it have to be me? Oh, Yah! Because I'm the only one who wanted to. I got myself in this situation, I was going to get myself out. SG opened the door to Ms. Berri's room and said in the most sarcastic voice ever (and my Dad is the most sarcastic person ever, like Percy Jackson level sarcastic) "After you". Well two can play at that game. "Thank you" I replied. Pouring pounds of sugary syrup and honey on my words. Ms. Berri looked up and said "Hello, Welcome. Please come and sit down." When we complied she asked "What seems to be the problem?" SG opened her mouth to start talking but I beat her too it. I told Ms. Berri that "My substitute teacher has a problem with my behavior and brought me down to talk about it with you." SG said "I will breaf her on the matter. Thank You very much." In a completely neutral tone I responded "Your Welcome Very Much". Ms Berri looked between us and took a deep breath saying "Ok, I want you each to tell me your side of the story WITHOUT interrupting each other. Got it?" I told her "Got it" but SG had to get the last the word and said "I hardly think that would be necessary" Ms. Berri looked her dead in the eyes and said "I do". I knew there was a reason I liked her. "Well, I'll go first then." I contained a sigh as SG told her tall tail. "Well I was reprimanding this child for not knowing something completely at grade level standard and she just comes in my classroom attacking me for expecting something from this student. Clearly, she doesn't understand what hard work means. And then I kindly ask her to put her coat on and she refuses. Hmmph. I got the better of her in that one. This girl over here" I wanted to say my name is Amelia so bad, but I had to make the guidance counselor like me so she would believe me. "thinks she is the teacher. I will not be undermined in my classroom." SG ended with dramatics. I asked "Can it be my turn now?" 

Ms. Berri nodded at me so I began "I was doing my morning work and I heard Mrs. Fitzgerald berating a kid for not knowing something that we haven't been taught yet, and while being at the grade level standard, that standard is for the end of the year. I felt bad for him, people tease him constantly you know. I waited till she was done talking to him and then explained it to him. Mrs. Fitzgerald then got upset with me for talking in her class. I merely acted on self defense. I told her that as a teacher she was meant to teach and that if she didn't do that then I would step in. She then told me I could answer all the kids' questions. Which I did. Later in the day when it was time for recess she got upset with me that I wasn't wearing a coat. I told her that I knew I wouldn't be cold and didn't want to carry around my coat. She got mad at me and told me that I needed to take it outside. I complied and as I thought had to take it off almost immediately. The rest of the day she was uncivil to me and giving me unfair treatment in the negative term."

As I finished my story Ms. Berri looked up at me and said "What you did was reasonable. Mrs. Fitzgerald, may I speak to you in private for a moment?" When SG nodded they both got up and walked out into the hall. Phew, I think I managed it. There was only one more phase to be completed today and then the rest would be completed during the weekend and the the next week. I was pretty proud of myself and l allowed myself to lean back on the chair. I also exhaled a huge breath which I didn't know I was holding. Phase 1? Checked and completed. 

A/N This chapter is going to be cut up into at least two parts because it is really long.