Personal Narrative: My Gym Class

Have you ever been blamed for something you didn’t do? I was in grade one. Doodling around like the kid I was in PE glass. The sky was clouded and only partial light passed through. There was a classmate, dare I not say friend, that was picking on me. The teacher turns around and slaps me on the wrist. The slap was unjustified, for no pure reason. Only to show off their power. Knowing both sides of a story is just another speed bump on the highway.

Gym class had just began. My teacher walked into the cafeteria where we usually met up. Warmups were done. I felt hot and tense, ready to kick a soccer ball. I was extremely excited at the time. Our teacher separated us into teams and put us in lines. The volume was median, kids chattering amongst themselves. A troublemaker, classmate of mine, starts touching me and pushing to me. The teacher looks over and glares at me with hate. I had never experienced this degree of distaste and hate from a “complete stranger”.

He tells us to stop with a strong and loud voice. I stop moving dead in my tracks. My eyeballs are drawn to him. The other kid does not seem to notice his deadly glares. The kid continues to poke and abuse me. The teacher gets angry and tells us both to sit …show more content…
I felt angry and not sorry at all. He did not understand my situation and treated me without sympathy. I knew that the apology letter was nothing to him. It was only a piece of paper than required my precious time and energy to write. It also included the intention to make me not do an action again. That action to me was to stay away even further from troublemakers. Even to this day I stick to my rule. I felt betrayed and sad. When I read a story where an African-American was wrongly locked up I felt sympathy towards him. It reminded me of my past. However, I do not dwell in the past. We should never forget it but I believe we should look on and still believe that the world is a beautiful