Filed under: Home | Tags: emergency, fire alarm, library, proctor, quiz, Spanish, teacher
I missed a quiz four weeks ago in Spanish class because of a game. I went through two weeks’ time of trouble just to take it.
On Wednesday after school, I go to the library to find out that they don’t give quizzes anymore. I guess I didn’t hear about the new system this year because quizzes are now proctored by the teachers themselves. That Friday, I asked the teacher about the quiz, but she didn’t have it. We decided that I would take it on the coming Tuesday, since there was no school on Monday.
Tuesday after school. I walk into her classroom.
Teacher: Oh, QUIZ!
Me: Yes, I can make it up now.
Teacher: I don’t have it.
Me: Well, then, I can take it tomorrow.
Teacher: Okay, tomorrow.
Wednesday after school. I walk into her office.
Teacher: Did you want to take the quiz?
Me: Yes, I’ll take it right now.
Teacher: Well, I don’t have it with me.
Me: How about tomorrow?
Teacher: Tomorrow’s good.
Thursday after school. I walk into her classroom.
Me: Can I take the pruebita?
Teacher: You know what, Katherine? I’m so sorry that I haven’t gotten back to you. I have a faculty meeting in ten minutes. Do you know what I have tomorrow after school?
Me: Another meeting?
Teacher: Yes, I have another meeting. I haven’t been able to get things done today, I haven’t been to the bathroom at all, I haven’t peed all week, I haven’t been home lately – can we just postpone the quiz to next week?
So yesterday, I go to her office during my free block cause I figured that I might have a chance of taking it during the day. I don’t even have to say anything anymore when I stop by cause the word QUIZ is already written on me.
Teacher: Great! I have it printed out already. Here you go.
I sit down to take the quiz. One minute later, the fire alarm rings. The second school emergency, and it’s only October. You’d think that six school emergencies last year were enough.
Who knew it was going to be this hard to find time for something so menial?
Filed under: Home | Tags: ASB, car, code blue, icebreaker, library, lockdown, meeting, PA, police, SJSU
So here’s my version.
We were just about to begin our icebreaker for the ASB meeting. Then the VP comes running in and tells everyone to get down and stay away from the windows. Then we see a large group of students that were previously outside get shuffled into the building foyer. Students that were on the floors in the other building were shuffled into the teacher rooms, and others were dragged into the gym. Then the PA announcement comes on: “Sister Julie, please come to the office.” Funny how some people thought it was the real saint coming to school and everything. I knew it was the codename somehow. Learned it back in freshman year from somewhere. Then I hear staff members yelling CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE! outside. So started a ten-minute interruption…
Apparently, some guy was drunk and stole a car from San Jose State University, and crashed into two cars. My friend got called out of seventh period to find out that her car was smashed up permanently. Poor Maddie! It was a hit-and-run, except the guy ran away and left the car there. Somehow, the same guy ended up getting into a fight with someone else and they had guns drawn on each other. The police got there pretty quick, and so there were about eight police officers drawing their guns on those two. They arrested the first one, who somehow had gotten another car, and then the authorities realized that the second person was in the backseat (of that same car) pointing his gun on the officers. I guess those two guys were fighting in a car? Pretty awkward.
So we’re under the tables in the library, and I see some students attempting to get back ON campus. It sucks when you leave campus to get something to eat, and then you come back finding that you can’t get in. I called Sam and told the people standing outside that they couldn’t come in for a while because of the lockdown, and more panic ensues. It was pretty frustrating for a while because we were about ten feet away (inside a building) from where they were standing and we couldn’t do anything about it. It was all good though. The AD saw them outside and let them in.
Then we hear the final check.
“Sister Julie, thank you for your coming and we’ll see you next time.”
