Descriptive essay

In 6th grade, I was a pretty good student, first entering the stages of becoming a big boy. Like every other 6th grader, I had a few big fears: acquiring a detention, getting anything lower than a B- (ever since physics 1 happened, i am no longer afraid of that), and getting rejected by people. 

On one fateful day, I sat in the middle of Chinese class, bored to bits. My mother was teaching us some new Chinese vocab, and content. But I was a 6th grader, who had more energy than the world’s most powerful battery. I sat next to my friend Samuel Leung, and we started to joke around, ignoring my mother. We were all using an online textbook on a pretty dodgy site called hwjyw.com, which actually had a lot of good resources. On that website, there were little orange kites that would lead you to different places on the site, whether it be the vocabulary, or the text, or some other exercises. But the big mistake that the developers made, was that they programmed a popping sound every time you put your mouse over a kite. This little gimmick was all it took for me to distract myself and everybody in my class. So then I started to roll my mouse over all the kites, up and down the side of the website. The result was an explosion of sound, like a firecracker going off. The thing is, I thought that I had my earphones in, but that was not the case, because I saw my mom’s eyes, two2 lasers that were beaming onto me, slowly melting my body into unrecognisable liquid. The world started moving in slow motion, all I could see was my mother’s lips, mouthing, “Ethan Dove! Lunch Detention!”. I began to feel dizzy, the classroom started spinning in the circle, my vision became blurred as the lights in the ceiling pierced my eyes. My worst fear was actually happening, and the person who sealed the deal: My very own Mother!

And just like that, I was handed a white slip of paper, stating the reason for this detention, and also a demand for a parent signature. The angry ink on the white paper looked like a bunch of jumbled scribbles. I could not believe that I have been given a detention from my own mother. After school, I asked my mother to help me sign my detention slip, but as an insult to injury, she forced me to get my own dad to sign it. Talk about overkill. Later that night, with tears in my eyes I explained the situation to my dad. He was a bit sympathetic, but still stern, saying that I should not be fooling around in class. 

The next day, I trudged up the stairs to my mother’s classroom, ready to serve my lunch detention. The task given to me was to write a reflection-apology-letter to give to my mom. The worst thing about this was reading it out to her in front of her tribe. 

This taught me a very valuable lesson: should you ever decide to fool around, make sure your headphones are plugged in first.

Link to writing process: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ePH5gDo3wuHN2Z1LzEt9p8ZxWFpIiOdw0gYmz2HLJew/edit

*To this day, that is the only detention I have ever received.