Yes! The teacher loudly called my name, and finally it was my turn to draw a Thanksgiving turkey on the whiteboard. An awkward silence swept across the room when everyone realized I wasn't getting out of my seat.... The words echoed loudly in my head, "Brett it's your turn! Your turn! Your turn!" But it made no difference, I couldn't move! I wondered what I was going to do. Mrs. Ashcraft called my name again with a confused expression, asking me why I wasn't getting up. It was a crisp fall afternoon in 2008; the day before Thanksgiving break to be exact, orange, red, and yellow were everywhere in sight.. Every kid in room 103 was smiling;all the while Mrs. Ashcraft led a turkey themed game for our first grade class. Even though we were having
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Each thing about it was great; the leaves were falling, the sun was shining, and it was warm enough to make me think summer was trying to make a comeback. Seven years later I can still vividly remember the look on their faces when it happened. It was my turn, the person before me had drawn a good turkey, and there was pressure on myself to do good. My name had been called, and my palms were sweating. I stood up--and fell back down into my seat. I tried to stand up again, fell down, and kids in my class started to laugh at me. What was happening? I tried one final time, looked down and saw that my pants were stuck in between two cold steel bars in the chair. How embarrassing! My face turned a bright shade of red, and I hid myself underneath the table. All of my friends were laughing at me, and my teacher was staring at me with a puzzled expression; just as I told them I was stuck to my chair. I tried to get up a few more times with no avail, and ended up having to do an awkward bunny hop in my chair all the way to the door, having my chair bounce off the ground behind …show more content…
CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, the sound of metal on tile floor sent chills down my back as I inched myself slowly towards the door, with a chair nearly as heavy as I was, strapped to my back. hours passed in my mind, when I finally reached the door, and I was utterly exhausted. If I could have stood up, I'm sure I would have collapsed back into the chair. After I reached the door, my teacher Mrs. Ashcraft rushed around the first and second grade hallway asking other teachers for their help. Finally returning to me Mrs. Ashcraft and several other teachers huddled around me suggesting ideas on how we could fix my problem. I heard many suggestions thrown around ranging from me scooting all the way down the hall to the bathroom, and ditching my pants for a new pair, while the first pair was still stuck, to simply pulling until something broke. We tried a few, though thankfully not either of those, when Mrs. Jackson, a second grade teacher suggested using a popsicle stick to push my pants out through the opposite end. I was willing to try anything, to get myself out of this chair, because almost every single kid in the classroom was staring at me laughing. My face was red, my head down, but try as I might I could not remove myself from the situation. I was lost in the commotion and
Each thing about it was great; the leaves were falling, the sun was shining, and it was warm enough to make me think summer was trying to make a comeback. Seven years later I can still vividly remember the look on their faces when it happened. It was my turn, the person before me had drawn a good turkey, and there was pressure on myself to do good. My name had been called, and my palms were sweating. I stood up--and fell back down into my seat. I tried to stand up again, fell down, and kids in my class started to laugh at me. What was happening? I tried one final time, looked down and saw that my pants were stuck in between two cold steel bars in the chair. How embarrassing! My face turned a bright shade of red, and I hid myself underneath the table. All of my friends were laughing at me, and my teacher was staring at me with a puzzled expression; just as I told them I was stuck to my chair. I tried to get up a few more times with no avail, and ended up having to do an awkward bunny hop in my chair all the way to the door, having my chair bounce off the ground behind …show more content…
CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, the sound of metal on tile floor sent chills down my back as I inched myself slowly towards the door, with a chair nearly as heavy as I was, strapped to my back. hours passed in my mind, when I finally reached the door, and I was utterly exhausted. If I could have stood up, I'm sure I would have collapsed back into the chair. After I reached the door, my teacher Mrs. Ashcraft rushed around the first and second grade hallway asking other teachers for their help. Finally returning to me Mrs. Ashcraft and several other teachers huddled around me suggesting ideas on how we could fix my problem. I heard many suggestions thrown around ranging from me scooting all the way down the hall to the bathroom, and ditching my pants for a new pair, while the first pair was still stuck, to simply pulling until something broke. We tried a few, though thankfully not either of those, when Mrs. Jackson, a second grade teacher suggested using a popsicle stick to push my pants out through the opposite end. I was willing to try anything, to get myself out of this chair, because almost every single kid in the classroom was staring at me laughing. My face was red, my head down, but try as I might I could not remove myself from the situation. I was lost in the commotion and