FoxFire Project

The Foxfire Project, begun by Eliot Wigginton and his students in the 1960s, was designed to save from oblivion the local color of a particular Southern region: the dialect, customs, recipes, antiques, manners, clothes, games and rituals of a particular area.

As a class, the students enrolled in Ms. Rojo's AP English Language and Composition class have compiled their own stories for their own version of a “Foxfire E-Magazine” renamed "Leafing".

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Suspended



When I was in sixth grade, I had a friend who was kind of a bully. He would fight anyone in his way. If any kid would want to fight him, my friend would and easily win. He did not have the appearance of a big bully, he was as short as me, skinny and did not have the face of a bully. My friend just liked to be respected but abused of his fighting skills when it was not necessary.


One day, we were in P.E. class and there as a kid who had already fought with my friend and had lost. That kid wanted the revenge with my friend, so they got into a fight. At that moment I did not know where the teacher was, but there was nobody who would stop them. As they kicked each other´s butt, I wanted to help my friend, not because he was losing but to finish the fight soon before the teacher came back. I got myself into the fight, getting right behind the kid my friend was fighting with and hold his arms so he would not be able to keep throwing punches at my friend. My friend did not hesitate a second to keep punching that kid, so at this point of the fight it was two against one and the good thing was that we were winning. Everything was going great until the teacher jumped from nowhere into the fight to stop us. At this moment I realized that we got in trouble, so I just stopped holding that kid. The kid we fought with was sent to his classroom since he did not even belonged to our class. We were sent to our classroom as well with our teacher. When we got back to our classroom, our teacher started asking us what happened. My friend broke down in tears and tried to explain about the situation. When I had to explain the situation, I clearly and very calmed restated what my friend had just said. Our teacher did not even really care about the incident, so she sent us to the principal´s office.


Once we arrived to the principal´s office, he already knew about the incident and decided to suspend us for three days. The school had to call my mom to sign a suspension form and I thought she would get mad at me, but instead she laughed and was happy because she did not have to take me to school foe three days.

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