THE UNJUSTLY PUNISHED LITTLE BOY
Bryan Shon
i_am_now@farts.com
9/16/98

Substitutes you do not know them they do not know you.  You ignore them 
but they do not ignore you.  What are you exposed to do just sit there 
and let your friend tickle your feet and laugh, then get sent to the 
principal's office for no reason no, you refuse and fight.
	The principal I found out from other students was bad, evil, 
ugly, mean, cruel, unjust, but I soon found out wrong.  The young 
inexperienced substitute is all those things mentioned above.
It was my first time having a substitute teacher teach the class or me. 
 My kindergarten teacher was always at school never absent.  I might 
have been the inexperienced student but I do not think so.
	It was only a week or two in to the first grade and my teacher 
had to go some where or do something.  Our class stuck with a 
substitute.  I never heard of a substitute before I did not even know 
what one was. The types of questions that went through my head were.  
Was she here for a little while or forever?  Was she as old as our 
regular teacher?  Was she just as ugly or was she pretty?
	The day had gone well.  We had to move to a different class, 
she took role, then recess.  After recess the substitute sat us down 
and told us she was going to read us a story.  Every one sat down.  
Then she started to read.  The story was boring, I could not 
understand, and my slippers were more interesting to look at.
	Then my friend noticed that I was playing with my slipper and 
soon found out that I was ticklish and started to tickle my feet.  I 
could not stop laughing even if the teacher told me to because he would 
not stop.  I told him to stop but he would not listen.  "That's it you 
are going to the principal's office." She exclaimed after telling me to 
stop disrupting the class with my loud laughter several times.  "It is 
not my fault. He would not stop."  I tried to tell her but she would 
not listen.
	She grabbed my arm and tried to pull me up I pulled back 
refusing to go where no student would dare go alone.  She tried again
and I still pulled back.  Now the rest of the students were looking at 
me.  We were making a scene.  She just could not handle me I guess so 
she had to call some man to help her from the office or some place.  
That is when I started to cry because I did not know what was going on. 
It was not my fault.  I am not the one who should be going to the 
principal's office.  All I saw was this man come into the room, at 
first he and the substitute tried to persuade me but that did not work. 
Then he tried to pick me up (with force, I figured they can not make 
me go and all I wanted was to stay with my friends) but I fought back. 
(This is when my Korean temper kicks in.  I got it from my dad) I had 
my fist swinging and I think I bit his leg because I did not want to go 
but he was bigger and I had no choice.  (I must of hit the substitute 
too because she was trying to help him, I had enough of her, and she 
was in the way of me hitting him)  I was on the ground so I had a 
handicap (it is hard trying to defend your self while on the ground). 
He picked me up as if I was a rag doll, while having the substitute
pointing at me like I was the guilty party.
	So there was a man, who was at least 6 feet tall, wearing a 
purple and blue stripped sweater, carrying a small little crying boy 
through the hall like a bag of rice.  I was so loud.  Students and 
teachers came out of their classrooms to see what was going on.  I did 
not want the man to feel embarrassed, he looked like a nice person, and 
I was so mean to him so I asked him what the principal was really like. 
They were not all the bad things other people said.  I agreed with to 
stop crying because his shoulder was all wet and I was getting tired of 
crying.  There was the a 6 foot tall man with a little boy on his 
shoulder being carried like a sac of rice on their way to the 
principal's office.