Mrs. Vasquez: A Short Story

My education hasn’t been easy and also had to follow sometimes I would take the wrong path and with the help of my family and a very helpful nurse I succeed. It was a windy day, having walked to schools was a hassle and a bother for an eleven year old boy. After finally arriving to school, I walked to the cafeteria where most of my classmates were lined up in front of a woman’s name Mrs. Vasquez.
When I tried to go to the back this girl sitting in the front asked me what my last name is and I answered Chiogo, and she points to where I should sit right behind this girl with long blond hair and wearing what it seem like to be eyeglasses. So waiting what it felt like to be hours, three teachers came in to two men and one woman, the first was
skinny but not too skinny more like fire and had light brown hair in curls he wore a blue long sleeved T shirt with vertical line and a pantsuit, he reminded me of a young Albert Einstein; the second man was big, but not the fat big, more like he spends the entire summer in a gym working out and his hair was short and also light brown what he wore also wore a long sleeved T shirt but pink and a kind of yellowish pantsuit.
When the two men came in, they stood in front of their classes and the women while coming to our line stopped to talk to our young Albert Einstein, which the girl in front of me found out his name and whispered it to her friend and said his name was Mr. Moore and the teacher who loved to work out his name was Mr. Ewing. After the women teacher whose name was Mrs. Vasquez I noticed she had short hair, the kind of short hair that reached to her neck and she was wearing a skirt and a blouse. After she finally arrives to our row she told us her name and also told some directions like. When you arrive to school you are to come here and sit and wait for me to come get you, you are also allowed to have fun and ask questions.
After we came into class, which had all this sort of toys and puzzles and also posters, pictures the map of the world, some interesting books and also some fishes in a tank.
After a while of amazement and excitement, she told us to put our packs in our storage area the ones who had our names on them, after doing, we all sat down at our desk but first we had to find the tables with our name written on them. After she read us a book and had to tell some kids to be quiet but since they would listen she took their names from the green chart that was on a wall in the corner the green, which meant you were a good kid, and she put their name on the red chart which meant they would have after school
detention. The student of whom Mrs. Vasquez moved the name from green to red, started crying and I think his name was Tom then after he started running around the place, but I guess he couldn’t see, where he was going on the count on all the tears in his eyes and also because he ran into one of the students table and he started falling as he was falling he also accidentally scraped his knee on the edge of the table, and he just started bleeding and whaling some more. And without realizing it, I ran to him, took some napkins wiped the blood took the biggest bandage I could find on my teacher’s desk and put it on him.
After the teacher called the nurse, I could hear the nurse ask something like “who wiped the blood and put the bandage on him” then the teacher pointed to me and the nurse told me to come with outside, I knew the kids would say “HE’S IN TROUBLE” like they did on the TV shows I use to see but my classmates did no such thing.
Which I found very surprising, and while I was talking to the nurse, she finally asked me what I wanted to do when I grow up I answered “I don’t know”. She told me to become a doctor, that what I did to help that boy there was what a doctor does help people with injuries, she told me to think about it and tell my parents. So all afternoon I was thinking about, I thought about it so much, that wasn’t baying to the activities and almost got but on the orange chart which meant no recess. After days had passed, I finally told my parents and they were happy to know, what I had picked wasn’t something they had to tell me that you can’t that sort of job for the rest of my life.
After a couple more days, I finally decide to go see the nurse. As I was opening the door, she opened the door on her side and with both our forces, and hers being strongest the door hit my nose and caused to bleed. As she was fixing my nose, she told all these could things about medicine, and also that if I were to ever fall of the path or take a wrong turn, that she will be there to catch me. And every so often I went to see, even after I had graduate fifth grade and went to sixth and then
seventh, I still went to see her and sometimes ask for her help with some science or math work.