Reflection Paper On Spring Break

It was the beginning of my spring break and I was in my senior year of high school, when my mom received an alarming call, which in that moment seemed to be more alarming to her than to me. I never would have expected a call like this and here is what happened. Before spring break, my english class was prepping for graduation and letting people know who met the requirements and who did not. One of those requirements was to write an 1000 word biography essay on a poet during the Renaissance. My teacher ended up getting sick and we had a substitute the day the paper was due. A few other students and I decided to go ahead and turn our papers in to him instead of waiting on her to comeback because we were not sure if she would take off a whole …show more content…
I was all the way in the back of the truck sleep, when my mom yelled, “Jameya! Do you know that you are not graduating!?” The graduation specialist said that I did not meet one of the requirements as a senior to graduate which was the Renaissance paper for english. I was completely confused because I know that I had stayed up all night to write that paper. Apparently, my teacher never received it from the substitute that we had while she was sick. The graduation specialist was trying to give me numerous options, such as rewriting the paper. I could not give her my original essay because I did not have a way to get it off of my computer because the computer had crashed the night before we left for Myrtle Beach. Another option was coming into the school to work on it during spring break, which I was not going to do for a paper that I had already wrote. I was beyond upset, I emailed my teacher so many times and she was not responding at all. This had quickly became the worse vacation ever and what was even worse was that it had not even started …show more content…
I emailed my teacher again, and then realized that she is on her spring break as well so it would not be fair to keep interrupting her. I did not want to be in South Carolina anymore especially with my little sister. She would make side comments like, “Well, we all know who will not be crossing the stage in June with the rest of her friends, and they are going to look at her like she is stupid because she is going to graduate next year and they will be in college!” Or she would say, “I’m going to make sure that my stuff is taken care of when I get ready to graduate so my spring break will be amazing and I will not feel like you.” And then she would laugh about it. But, I was too upset to even respond to her. We participated in various activities as a family in Myrtle Beach, but I just could not stop thinking about that paper and not being able to graduate so I decided to go ahead and do some research and rewrite the paper on the last night that we were in Myrtle Beach. I was three paragraphs into the essay when an email arrived to my cell phone from my teacher.  My teacher had emailed me and said the she understood that a few other students and I had given our essays to the substitute and she could not find any of them. She said that all I had to do when I returned to school was give her an oral presentation on what I learned about my poet and how she impacts poetry