Reflective Essay Of Winterpock Elementary School

When I was younger I loved writing. Poems, short stories, and nonfiction, I tried to write them all. From Romans to a galactic republic, my mind was a canvas of creativity until that day. The day of my social humiliation in front of all my peers, the day I thought I had written my best paper, the day I was changed. I was so amped to go to school that day, I rushed down stair grabbed my black and red backpack and ran for the bus stop. While I was running I heard my sister scream“Wait, Rocky, your paper!”. She caught up to me and handed me the paper, huffing and puffing, she said “ How could you forget the paper you worked so hard on, and who in the world runs to a bus stop on a snowy, february morning?”. That paper, three paragraphs, nine sentences, on a page of wide ruled paper and about the differences between the roman and greek civilizations, was my greatest achievement of my eight year old life. Winterpock Elementary School, then the newest school in the chesterfield area at the time, was where I was attending during the third grade. I rode the bus that day eager for my teacher to read my masterpiece and for me to …show more content…
I was ready for Mrs. Estrada’s class and to make her pay for her regicide, I redid the paper and made better and the exact opposite of her expectations with a twist. That day went back to and turned in my paper. “Long again.”, Mrs.estrada said. The class was silent, the air felt thick, and I looked unphased by her words. “Read it.”, I said, my peers looked at me like I was a dead man. She gave me a 80, and that 's when learned the truth, I wasn 't bad at writing, or even terrible at history, she had failed me on purpose. The first time she saw it she didn 't even care to read through it. That moment I realized that I couldn 't give up at the first time some fails, embarrass, or humiliates me, I just have to get up and keep