Abnormality to Insanity
It was a classroom of pure quietness, or quietness that would have been pure if room R-9 had the same amount of people in it each day; although sometimes it was a classroom of chaotic noise filled with rambunctious and boisterous kids. Not all places are the same each day: like a storm, the results of each place are unpredictable. I chose this place because it is unpredictable, has great meaning to me, and helps release the stress I have; the place I have chosen is the Advanced Placement (AP) World History and Health Careers Pathway (HCP) Government and Economics classroom, and the teacher, Ms. B., teachers her classes with pride, with hope, with determination, with confidence. Nothing is predictable, especially a classroom at Casa Grande High School between 10:05 and 10:40 in the morning. Like the weather, every day is different: on certain days, more specifically, the school’s “A-days,” the classroom is as empty as an abandoned house. The classroom of room R-9 was ghostly quiet; the only sound was the teacher typing away at the computer, entering grades of students that would be begging the next day to know what they have received so far. Empty row upon empty row upon empty row of desks filled most of the classroom; bits of pieces of paper could be seen here and there scattered around the classroom floor, as well as a pencil or two. It was surprising not seeing any students in the class since this was the school break, called tutorial, where students usually came in to ask questions about homework assignments and projects; Ms. B. teaches her senior classes on “A-days,” so I found it shocking when there were no twelfth graders asking questions about the infamous and villainous “Senior Project.” Ms. B. is an awesome teacher, and maybe she enjoys the silent and quiet classroom, but in my opinion she seemed like she wanted some to talk with and break the everlasting silence. One step into the classroom and you can smell the procrastination in the air; obviously many students were trying to finish up the homework that was due when the bell rang. Working, chit-chatting, eating- Lacey was frantically trying to finish the homework that was due next class; Maya was chatting in one corner with her friends; Noah was asking Ms. B. for his grade once again; Maggie was sitting in a desk, leisurely eating sliced oranges- each student sat chilling or hurriedly doing their own thing, savoring each minute of freedom they had left before the bell rang and they had to sit in a class for the next one hundred minutes. Every “B-day” the same group of three or four freshmen would come to ask us sophomores questions about the college level class; the freshmen were nervous and eager to take the class next year. One of the freshmen, Yvonne, is extremely excited about taking the class next year- I can feel her excitement radiating off her; this young and enthusiastic student has asked many questions about this “really hard” class, and personally, I do not find it challenging at all, just consistent with the tedious homework load. In the class I take notes, I talk with friends, I do homework, I read from the textbook. The classroom of R-9 is completely different on “B-days” and “A-days;” everything is different- the atmosphere, the smells, the sounds, the feelings of friendship. The classroom changes- quiet to loud, empty to full, organized to disorganized, unnatural to normal- every day. On “A-days” the classroom was as empty as a vacant parking lot; on “B-days” it was as full as a can of sardines. During tutorial on “A-days” the students which usually filled Ms. B.’s classroom over the maximum capacity on “B-days” can be seen scattered across the school in small groups. All of the students in Ms. B.’s classroom are intelligent, creative, hard-working, and kind, but almost always the procrastination monster takes over them and controls their level of work done each day. We students are a lively and energetic bunch during tutorial, but in the classroom we become robotic and zombie-like creatures of work, kind of how the majority of people are on Monday mornings. The classroom is a cold and dark cave one day, and the next day it is a luminescent and glorious mansion. Classroom R-9 truly does switch from abnormality or insanity every other day; Casa Grande High School is truly a wonderful and unpredictable place.
-Jason K.
It was a classroom of pure quietness, or quietness that would have been pure if room R-9 had the same amount of people in it each day; although sometimes it was a classroom of chaotic noise filled with rambunctious and boisterous kids. Not all places are the same each day: like a storm, the results of each place are unpredictable. I chose this place because it is unpredictable, has great meaning to me, and helps release the stress I have; the place I have chosen is the Advanced Placement (AP) World History and Health Careers Pathway (HCP) Government and Economics classroom, and the teacher, Ms. B., teachers her classes with pride, with hope, with determination, with confidence. Nothing is predictable, especially a classroom at Casa Grande High School between 10:05 and 10:40 in the morning. Like the weather, every day is different: on certain days, more specifically, the school’s “A-days,” the classroom is as empty as an abandoned house. The classroom of room R-9 was ghostly quiet; the only sound was the teacher typing away at the computer, entering grades of students that would be begging the next day to know what they have received so far. Empty row upon empty row upon empty row of desks filled most of the classroom; bits of pieces of paper could be seen here and there scattered around the classroom floor, as well as a pencil or two. It was surprising not seeing any students in the class since this was the school break, called tutorial, where students usually came in to ask questions about homework assignments and projects; Ms. B. teaches her senior classes on “A-days,” so I found it shocking when there were no twelfth graders asking questions about the infamous and villainous “Senior Project.” Ms. B. is an awesome teacher, and maybe she enjoys the silent and quiet classroom, but in my opinion she seemed like she wanted some to talk with and break the everlasting silence. One step into the classroom and you can smell the procrastination in the air; obviously many students were trying to finish up the homework that was due when the bell rang. Working, chit-chatting, eating- Lacey was frantically trying to finish the homework that was due next class; Maya was chatting in one corner with her friends; Noah was asking Ms. B. for his grade once again; Maggie was sitting in a desk, leisurely eating sliced oranges- each student sat chilling or hurriedly doing their own thing, savoring each minute of freedom they had left before the bell rang and they had to sit in a class for the next one hundred minutes. Every “B-day” the same group of three or four freshmen would come to ask us sophomores questions about the college level class; the freshmen were nervous and eager to take the class next year. One of the freshmen, Yvonne, is extremely excited about taking the class next year- I can feel her excitement radiating off her; this young and enthusiastic student has asked many questions about this “really hard” class, and personally, I do not find it challenging at all, just consistent with the tedious homework load. In the class I take notes, I talk with friends, I do homework, I read from the textbook. The classroom of R-9 is completely different on “B-days” and “A-days;” everything is different- the atmosphere, the smells, the sounds, the feelings of friendship. The classroom changes- quiet to loud, empty to full, organized to disorganized, unnatural to normal- every day. On “A-days” the classroom was as empty as a vacant parking lot; on “B-days” it was as full as a can of sardines. During tutorial on “A-days” the students which usually filled Ms. B.’s classroom over the maximum capacity on “B-days” can be seen scattered across the school in small groups. All of the students in Ms. B.’s classroom are intelligent, creative, hard-working, and kind, but almost always the procrastination monster takes over them and controls their level of work done each day. We students are a lively and energetic bunch during tutorial, but in the classroom we become robotic and zombie-like creatures of work, kind of how the majority of people are on Monday mornings. The classroom is a cold and dark cave one day, and the next day it is a luminescent and glorious mansion. Classroom R-9 truly does switch from abnormality or insanity every other day; Casa Grande High School is truly a wonderful and unpredictable place.
-Jason K.
Nicely done, the title fits perfectly.
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