Class Meeting

One day my teacher Mrs. Best called the class together on the blue carpet for a class meeting. It had been about half a year ago since the meeting before this one had been held.
Mrs. Best had noticed that despite the school motto, Respect and Responsibility, people were not following them at all. So she held this meeting after months of disrespect.
"I don't know what's wrong with Room 3," said Mrs. Best as she took off her glasses and rubbed her red nose. "This class has been disrespectful to their teacher, their classmates, and everyone around them."
"Not me," I thought. "I rarely act rude at school, maybe never before."
"We don't call each other names, make fun of them, or anything of that sort," Mrs. Best continued. "We don't do these thing AT ALL."
"Right," I thought. "Who was mischievous during school?"
"For instance, bad words were used." I raised my hand. "Hannah."
"I've heard the "I" word and the "S" word several times at recess," I declared. "Spell them." someone said. "I-D-I-O-T and S-T-U-P-I-D." Someone else gasped. "Yes," Mrs. Best agreed. "Stupid and idiot have been said. I also heard the word "cyclone" being used." My first grade friend's hand shot up. "Addie."
"My mom trains CCI dogs, sometimes known as "puppy patrol," said Addie. "But some people have called it "poopy patrol" and it makes me feel bad." A few boys giggled. "Poopy patrol!" one of them mimicked rudely.
"Boys," Mrs. Best said sternly. "This is not funny. You shouldn't make fun of what other people do." She turned to Addie. "Addie, were they students in our class?" "Yes." the girl replied.
The meeting went on about how to behave. Everyone had at least one thing they noticed that they don't like, even Mrs. Best. Sandra told about how some people point their middle at her and how people make a slashing motion across their throat and then point at her. That was a threat. It definitely showed disrespect.
Diego told about how he was being made fun of his language and my best friend Kendall shared a time when she was playing at a toy called "the bar" when it filled up. Then a bully marched up to her and said: "Get off the bar or else I'll push you down." "You have to count for her," Kendall's friend Allison said, standing up for her. The bully, being infuriated, spat at Allison in her pretty face, leaving her drenched at the cheek.
I was hooked at this story. Allison must have been brave, for no one had ever stood up to the bully like that, declaring their own rights.
The meeting ended when time ran out. I liked it more than any other meeting before. This was a meeting of respect and responsibility.

-by Hannah