English 100, MW 8:00-9:50
30 September 2006
Taking the Easy Way Out
School has always been easy for me. All throughout elementary school I’ve had straight A’s, as well as in middle school and junior high. But in sixth grade, I decided to have a fun and easy year by cheating my way through class. I never tried to look on my neighbor’s test or copy homework from one of my fellow classmates. Instead, I got the good grades from helping my teacher during lunch hour. But if I had only known back then that education is a tool to help you succeed in your adulthood, I wouldn’t have struggled in middle school.
At 7:55 a.m. my mom would push me out of the car after rushing to get to campus on time. “Love you! See you at 3:10,” is what she’d always say as I kicked the door shut, books and clarinet in both hands. Smiling to acknowledge that I heard her, I then had to briskly walk through the pink iron-gated entrance, through the main quad area, down the steps, past the boy’s bathrooms, and turn the corner to my classroom. And right as I stepped in the door the bell would always ring, and announcements soon followed after. Taking my seat next to my best friend Heather, we’d chat as the morning announcements covered our voices.
Mrs. Ferguson always had a visor on, red curly hair toppling above, and colorful clothes with matching flip-flops. It seemed like it was always summer for her, at least by the way she dressed. She also loved fish, and had a large tropical aquarium in the back of the class next to the door. She was such a bubbly and friendly teacher. Heather and I got along great with Mrs. Ferguson. We’d always volunteer ourselves to run to the office and turn in attendance, or sometimes after class we’d scrub the algae off the tank walls for some extra credit, and Mrs. Ferguson loved it when students offered to help. So sooner or later, we began to help Mrs. Ferguson every Thursday during lunch hour to grade papers and mark them down in...