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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Childhood / Youth
- Published: 07/10/2014
I didn't move.
Born 1980, F, from Gilroy,CA, United StatesI don’t shock people very often. I’ve always been a good girl who was seen as the teachers pet or the “goody-two-shoes”. However, there was one time that I did shock someone and it did just happen to be my teacher. It wasn’t something that I said or “didn’t do.” It was something that I did and to this day, I still can’t believe that I did it.
I was in the 4th grade. My teacher, Mr. McDonald, liked playing a game with our class. I can’t remember the name of the game but the premiss was: Each student would stand in a spot of the classroom. Mr. McDonald would throw a small bean bag ball at us and we would have to catch it. If we didn’t we had to sit down where we were and the last person standing was the winner.
One day while playing this game, something came over me. I felt a little different. I was standing in the corner of the classroom watching Mr. McDonald throw the ball to various students who would either catch the ball or drop it. You could always tell when Mr. McDonald was trying to fake someone out. He’d look one way and act like he was going to throw the ball left but instead would throw it right.
I still remember the side of his mouth; how it would creep up in a sly smile and the upper molars of his teeth would gleam with the silver caps he had on them. This day his smile shined just like all the other days we played the game. However, in one small move, his smile would go from a Chelsea-grin to a full jaw drop.
That day as I stood in the left corner of the room, up against the edge of the bookshelf, I watched as Mr. McDonald threw the ball making us kids laugh and giggle as some of us caught the ball, dropped it or completely missed it all together. I stood there ready as I knew at some point he would throw the ball my way and that’s just what he did.
I could see him watching me out of the corner of his eye as he “faced” the middle of the room. He picked up his arm to throw the ball. It looked like he was going throw the ball at someone standing in front of him but instead he moved his body to the left and threw the ball low at me.
I didn’t move. I didn’t raise my arm to catch the ball. I didn’t move out of the way or make it in anyway, shape or form easier for me to catch the ball heading towards me. All I did was open me right hand and catch the ball before it hit the wall I was leaning against.
I caught the ball and I didn’t move. All I did was open and close my hand and that was it and… he couldn’t believe it. His mouth dropped to the floor. He leaned over his desk and turned his head looking at me in complete disbelief. He wasn’t the only person who was shocked. The entire classroom was silent. I caught the ball and threw the ball back to Mr. McDonald who still couldn’t believe what I had done.
Looking back at me and when I was in the 4th grade, I had a lot of gumption. I was Mr. McDonalds favorite girl. I was the girl in the front of the Dodgeball line catching dodge balls and throwing them back. I played Tetherball, dodgeball and soccer with the boys and was able to keep up with them or even beat them.
To this day, I myself can’t believe what I did. However, I did it. At 33, I don’t know if I could do it again. Then again… if I did it before…
I didn't move.(Nikole Harlan)
I don’t shock people very often. I’ve always been a good girl who was seen as the teachers pet or the “goody-two-shoes”. However, there was one time that I did shock someone and it did just happen to be my teacher. It wasn’t something that I said or “didn’t do.” It was something that I did and to this day, I still can’t believe that I did it.
I was in the 4th grade. My teacher, Mr. McDonald, liked playing a game with our class. I can’t remember the name of the game but the premiss was: Each student would stand in a spot of the classroom. Mr. McDonald would throw a small bean bag ball at us and we would have to catch it. If we didn’t we had to sit down where we were and the last person standing was the winner.
One day while playing this game, something came over me. I felt a little different. I was standing in the corner of the classroom watching Mr. McDonald throw the ball to various students who would either catch the ball or drop it. You could always tell when Mr. McDonald was trying to fake someone out. He’d look one way and act like he was going to throw the ball left but instead would throw it right.
I still remember the side of his mouth; how it would creep up in a sly smile and the upper molars of his teeth would gleam with the silver caps he had on them. This day his smile shined just like all the other days we played the game. However, in one small move, his smile would go from a Chelsea-grin to a full jaw drop.
That day as I stood in the left corner of the room, up against the edge of the bookshelf, I watched as Mr. McDonald threw the ball making us kids laugh and giggle as some of us caught the ball, dropped it or completely missed it all together. I stood there ready as I knew at some point he would throw the ball my way and that’s just what he did.
I could see him watching me out of the corner of his eye as he “faced” the middle of the room. He picked up his arm to throw the ball. It looked like he was going throw the ball at someone standing in front of him but instead he moved his body to the left and threw the ball low at me.
I didn’t move. I didn’t raise my arm to catch the ball. I didn’t move out of the way or make it in anyway, shape or form easier for me to catch the ball heading towards me. All I did was open me right hand and catch the ball before it hit the wall I was leaning against.
I caught the ball and I didn’t move. All I did was open and close my hand and that was it and… he couldn’t believe it. His mouth dropped to the floor. He leaned over his desk and turned his head looking at me in complete disbelief. He wasn’t the only person who was shocked. The entire classroom was silent. I caught the ball and threw the ball back to Mr. McDonald who still couldn’t believe what I had done.
Looking back at me and when I was in the 4th grade, I had a lot of gumption. I was Mr. McDonalds favorite girl. I was the girl in the front of the Dodgeball line catching dodge balls and throwing them back. I played Tetherball, dodgeball and soccer with the boys and was able to keep up with them or even beat them.
To this day, I myself can’t believe what I did. However, I did it. At 33, I don’t know if I could do it again. Then again… if I did it before…
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