Reflection Of A Teacher: My Right To Free Speech

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Throughout my 8th grade year I had a teacher who constantly suppressed my right to free speech, forcing me to completely change the topics or rewrite of various essays, projects, and other writing assignment despite following the proper criteria set out. Despite the effort I put my forth in each and every assignment given to me by my oppressive teacher. In Tinker v. Des Moines school District the supreme court declared “the Court held that school officials cannot censor student speech unless school officials reasonably forecast that the speech will cause a material and substantial disruption of school activities or collide with the rights of others. Mere apprehension of disturbance or an offense given is not enough.” Whether it was ignorance …show more content…
Gagging as countless of my peers, read slam poems about slam poetry as a whole. Biting my lip as each person monotonly recited each of their poem A single thought ran through my mind. “Why was it fair for everyone else to recite their bland poems, but I couldn’t recite the one I poured my heart into?” Eventually it was my turn to present my joke of a poem to satisfy my teacher. I stumbled to the front of the classroom with my “approved” poem in my hand and gazed into the classroom. Anyone could tell that practically the entire class wasn’t paying attention, everyone either had their head down, distracted with some frivolous activity, or simply staring into space. My throat dried as I prepared to read my ¨appropriate¨ poem. A cold sweat slid across my forehead to the ground as I looked around to the class. Then I looked over at my teacher who was smiling at me, as if she was happy to see me given up on my beliefs. My chest was rapidly thumping, I opened my mouth but no words came out. I stood in the front of the room frozen, unable to recite my poem, I had to true to myself. My eyebrows furrowed as I began clenching my fist, In that moment I decided I didn’t care about my grade in the class anymore. I would no longer forsake my beliefs for a grade.. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I uttered a few simple words. “You think you’re cool, but your a tool.” Then I ripped my “approved” poem in front of the entire class and began reciting the rest of my original poem from

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