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Personal Narrative-Racism In Middle School
I’m Mike the slowest kid in algebra decided why do my homework it's not worth it. In the small, cramped, dark, and overheated class room the fire breathing dragon, Mrs. Jurassic who became our teacher after Mrs. Franigan was burned to a crisp. Mrs. Jurassic came to me and gave me a look that seemed to say, in a strange deep voice, of course, “if-you-don’t-start-that-you’ll-be-spending-time-during-D.S.-studying-with-me.” The algebra book I used was covering my comic book I was reading, but then I hear A deep growl that shakes the classroom and I look up, It’s her coming right at me, so I hide under the desk, she grabs my foot and I was stretched out on the floor and saw in my comic book meanwhile so I wrote it on my desk I was dragging while …show more content…
Meanwhile. I hear a loud booming voice “Mike!” I look up it’s A professor and on the board it say’s calculus. Calculus!, I hear the professor say “ Mike do your assignment our get kicked out, your choice” I responded with “I don't know pre-algebra though” then everybody in the lecture hall started laughing and I started feeling the anxiety kick in I couldn't take it, so on the back wall I wrote in sharpie messy …show more content…
The station spined slowly hovering above the arctic ocean, I got up and explored and found the mess hall, so I started eating the horrible, nasty food, I would of not of eaten it if I wasn’t so hungry. The station suddenly shook a bit and I heard a crash and doors hitting the walls, so out of instinct I ran. The station was enormous it had different sections for different countries and then I looked outside, the earth was a greenish blue for water and the continents where brown, what the bleep-blop-blob is going on. I continue thru the station except for this time I walked with a butter knives I had found, oddly I found more than enough rooms for a crew, a total of 25 rooms per country section, each one was about 10 ft X 5 ft and had 6 bunkbeds, but why. After walking a while I sat down in a room after closing and locking the door I saw propaganda posters, but not for a war with humans a war with the earth and preserving it. I did the math, the station was about made for a total of 3700 people, I found this out because there was a station map there was 25 different sections for 25 different countries. Luckily the room I picked was in the USA section so I could understand the words, oddly I found lots of books that were like bibles but it wasn't a religion but it had history that I thought was fake, like

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