Watermark
A Watermark is when you tell a story that changed your life in a big way, it could be a positive and happy story or it can be a sad story that has effected you in your life.
Jarrett Freeman
Instructor: Regina Flores
English 9 period 1
18 September 2015
My Watermark
I gotta go I gotta go I gotta go, if I don’t go piss in the John soon I’ll pass out or even die. I was in my first period class room as I glanced at my phone to see the time, legs shaking with my body filled from head to toe with pee, I raise my hand to use the restroom. My teacher, “the witch” shakes her head no, at the moment I feel like I’m about to explode. Finally I hear the bell ringing, I run as if I was Usain Bolt in the Olympics straight to the bathroom and I hear the teacher scream “the bell doesn’t dismiss you I do!”
As she said that I had asked myself, “what is the bell here for?” I felt like a water hose when you leave the water running while it’s plugged. Finally, I’m in the restroom, pants down ready to launch the rocket from NASA into outer space! Briefly after that epidemic I felt all better.
There were many reasons why I just hated that school, not letting me go pop a squat was just one of those reasons. Considering in class I had allergies and my nose would just blow up with mucus. Whenever that happened I would walk up to the front of the classroom grab a butt load of tissues and walk back to my seat. I like to call that the chipmunk technique. The teacher didn’t like the chipmunk technique so much. I tried to tell her that I couldn’t control it. My nose was like a nickelodeon slime cannon that had a timer set every ten seconds that would shoot out and soak the crowd a.k.a the students in front of me. Lets just say anyone within 3 feet of being in front of me were in the soak zone.
Another part about going to the jail, cough cough, I mean school was that we could never chew gum. When I tell you that everyone had bad breath I mean everyone had bad breath. Like this one time my friend came to school with drool crust on the side of his face and eye boogers in his eyes and his breath had the uptown funk in it. Remember the movie Shrek? Well he smelt like a real ogre’s oder. No lie his breath smelt like he been having feet and onions for breakfast. I mean his breath smelt so bad I could see his breath floatin in the air it was so on fire.
I mean the school wasn’t all that bad they're actually there were some good parts about my old school. I had this one teacher that was my favorite teacher out of all of them. I called her Mrs.G. My Spanish teacher would help me out with homework problems until I understood it no matter how long it took. I also liked her because she gave me fruit roll ups and would talk about how annoying some of the other teachers are. One time she even offered to give me a ride home because I didn’t plan a way to get home. Did I mention that it was a tiny school? There were only like eighty people there and I knew like forty of them all ready. The rest of the people were just weird and annoying and they acted like third graders. I still do miss a lot of my friends from that school because I don’t see them very often, but I see a few of them at parties and at the beach every now and then.
A Watermark is when you tell a story that changed your life in a big way, it could be a positive and happy story or it can be a sad story that has effected you in your life.
Jarrett Freeman
Instructor: Regina Flores
English 9 period 1
18 September 2015
My Watermark
I gotta go I gotta go I gotta go, if I don’t go piss in the John soon I’ll pass out or even die. I was in my first period class room as I glanced at my phone to see the time, legs shaking with my body filled from head to toe with pee, I raise my hand to use the restroom. My teacher, “the witch” shakes her head no, at the moment I feel like I’m about to explode. Finally I hear the bell ringing, I run as if I was Usain Bolt in the Olympics straight to the bathroom and I hear the teacher scream “the bell doesn’t dismiss you I do!”
As she said that I had asked myself, “what is the bell here for?” I felt like a water hose when you leave the water running while it’s plugged. Finally, I’m in the restroom, pants down ready to launch the rocket from NASA into outer space! Briefly after that epidemic I felt all better.
There were many reasons why I just hated that school, not letting me go pop a squat was just one of those reasons. Considering in class I had allergies and my nose would just blow up with mucus. Whenever that happened I would walk up to the front of the classroom grab a butt load of tissues and walk back to my seat. I like to call that the chipmunk technique. The teacher didn’t like the chipmunk technique so much. I tried to tell her that I couldn’t control it. My nose was like a nickelodeon slime cannon that had a timer set every ten seconds that would shoot out and soak the crowd a.k.a the students in front of me. Lets just say anyone within 3 feet of being in front of me were in the soak zone.
Another part about going to the jail, cough cough, I mean school was that we could never chew gum. When I tell you that everyone had bad breath I mean everyone had bad breath. Like this one time my friend came to school with drool crust on the side of his face and eye boogers in his eyes and his breath had the uptown funk in it. Remember the movie Shrek? Well he smelt like a real ogre’s oder. No lie his breath smelt like he been having feet and onions for breakfast. I mean his breath smelt so bad I could see his breath floatin in the air it was so on fire.
I mean the school wasn’t all that bad they're actually there were some good parts about my old school. I had this one teacher that was my favorite teacher out of all of them. I called her Mrs.G. My Spanish teacher would help me out with homework problems until I understood it no matter how long it took. I also liked her because she gave me fruit roll ups and would talk about how annoying some of the other teachers are. One time she even offered to give me a ride home because I didn’t plan a way to get home. Did I mention that it was a tiny school? There were only like eighty people there and I knew like forty of them all ready. The rest of the people were just weird and annoying and they acted like third graders. I still do miss a lot of my friends from that school because I don’t see them very often, but I see a few of them at parties and at the beach every now and then.