Creative Writing, Room 203, Fall 1990 by: Bridgette

Bridgette was going to be late for another class. She had to do better with her time. The tardy bell rung and Bridgette ran the last few steps to the classroom. When she got to the door, she heard a squeaky adult voice say, “I do not tolerate tardiness. If I can get here on time, so can you.” The lady stopped talking when Bridgette entered the room.

Bridgette flashed the teacher a smile. The teacher did not seem phased by it. the teacher said, “There is an empty seat next to those young ladies back there,” she pointed to a group of girls, “Go sit with them. Hurry up please.” Bridgette scurried to the group of girls. She got to the group of girls and flashed a smile. The girls all gave her a crazy look. Bridgette sat down.

The teacher said, “As you can see, tardy people are a distraction.” The teacher glared at Bridgette. Bridgette smiled at the teacher. The teacher continued, “I am Mrs. Daisy Boone. This is Creative Writing. You will be expected to write. I will expect you to write a lot. You should not be in my class if you don’t like writing.” Mrs. Boone paused and looked around the entire room. She said, “Take a few minutes and introduce yourself to the people sitting at the table with you.”

“I’m Anita.”
“I’m Kelly.”
“Brandy.”
“I am Mitzy Taylor.”
“I’m Bridgette.”

Mrs. Boone started back to talking, “I expect you all to do some collaborative writings. That means writing with other people. The people that you are sitting with will be your team members.”

Gasps came from all over the room. A guy raised his hand. Mrs. Boone acknowledged him. He asked, “What if we don’t want to be in the group that we are in now?” she said, “It doesn’t matter. The groups have been set and I am not going to change them. There will be times you will have to work with people that you don’t want to work with.”

Bridgette looked at the members of her team. She hoped that they weren’t goof-offs. She hated when people didn’t do their share of the work.

posted by Bridgette @ 8:47 AM