Armando the Smart Boy By:Armando Pires

It was a normal day in math and we were working with our chosen partners on the class work. Throughout the year our math teacher has become less and less tolerant of our math class. As we were working we started having fun and joking around soon we were betting each other to do silly little things and it was my turn. After much thought from my partner it was decided. I had to stick a ruler in the box fan up in the front of the classroom . As I got up to get a ruler I noticed the teacher was out of the room as soon as I got the ruler I walked over to the fan, made sure my friend was looking and stuck the ruler in. Just as the extremely loud clicking sound of the ruler jammed in the fan started the teacher walked in. As I tried and tried to get the ruler out of the fan it was no use so I unplugged the fan and pulled it out, but it was too late.

that is a ruler

As she saw me she yelled, “Stop harassing my fan”.

that is me

Those four words made the class laugh, but they did not make me laugh. She gave me a look I have never gotten from a teacher before and I knew I was in big trouble. As I watched her fill out the paperwork and to my horror, I knew my parents were going to kill me. After the rest of that school day I was nervous about what my parents would do when they saw the write up in Aspen. I was so nervous as I sat at home waiting to hear the garage door open announcing the arrival of my parents. When my parents got home they did not say anything so I thought I was clear. After many weeks passed and it was summer vacation my parents went onto Aspen to check my grades for the last trimester a month or so after the last day of school and they saw the write up. They did not say anything for a while to see if I was not telling them on purpose or if I just forgot. One night in the summer my family was watching a movie and he told me to come look at his laptop and he showed me the write up. My heart sank, I thought I was in the clear and that I was not going to get in trouble, but I was wrong. My punishment was that I had to send the teacher an apology letter and I had to do all the chores for a week. Now I have learned not to stick rulers in the math teacher’s fan.

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