Ignorance In Your High School Principal; My Trip To His Office

I entered his office. The expression on his face was uncomfortable. He made me feel that I was not as good as him. It is not your feelings about the principal of a high school. I will not be welcomed and even accepted. His eyes made a hole in my skin. I sat gazing at the tired eyes and asked me "What's wrong?" If I do not say "nothing", there is something. However, if I try to speak to him about something, it's like talking to the brick wall.

On Wednesday, January 5, 2011, a high school student at Miradonan entered high school with a gun. The boy was interrupted school early in the morning. He applied for the office and went to aid the principal's office. The clerical staff reported gunshots within 4 minutes. When he tried to intervene, the student shot the assistant principal and the principal. - Increase in school violence In the past few years, school violence has intensified. A disaster like shooting at Columbine High School is not an unprecedented thing, and many communities are concerned about school safety precautions. Johnson and Johnson said, "The teaching method is different from the past, 50 years ago, the main problem of disciplinary action is the hall, speaking in turn, taking chewing gum."

Fast for 50 years. I am sitting in the principal's office of a high school. Just like a very bad way, I just messed up in a bad way. This is basically a zero tolerant attack. Fortunately, the principal talked to my parents and asked me to pause and schedule a series of Saturday school plans. My private school has decided that I deserve to hit again. I want to get along with white classmates. I think that it is very cool for Italians. I have a beautiful car. I live in a big house. Foreign holidays I do not want to be a Mexican. I can not face the ridicule and hatred of the "Mexican". I am not alone. There is no accent. I do not know Spanish. Whenever my father and his friend speak Spanish, I will cry. I asked him not to listen to the music of "Mexico" in the car. In fact, as a junior high school student, I positively resisted Spanish courses. My parents were unable to believe it when I went back to the "F" house in Spanish on the progress report.