Late April, Early May :: Personal Narrative Writing

Late April, Early MayEileen was special. At least, thats how only of the teachers described her. But every of the kids knew that saying she was special was really precisely a nice way of saying that she was handicapped, or retarded as most of the kids said. The problem with Eileen was that she wasnt completely retarded so she knew when she was being do fun of, which was often. Whenever Id see her in the halls there would ceaselessly be a string of kids behind her making jokes and doing impressions of her. She acted as if she didnt notice, but I could always see to it from the look on her face that she heard them perfectly, and I could tell that it hurt. I had seventh period gym with Eileen. This is where, for the first time, I was adequate to(p) to see firsthand the torment and ridicule that Eileen had to go through. We were doing pull-ups on a large metal bar one day. When it was Eileens turn to go, she got up on the bar, went down, and then began with all of her might to pul l herself back up. All of the kids began to express joy as she struggled terribly, all red in the face. It was at this point that we all saw something fall from Eileens shorts and plop down on the basis beneath her. Shes shit herself, someone exclaimed. It was true. Eileen was pushing so hard arduous to pull herself up that it came out right there in reckon of the entire class. After she had gotten down the class was still laughing hysterically. She looked to a greater extent confused than embarrassed really. To be honest, I couldnt tell if she was indifferent closely what had just happened or if she was horribly embarrassed but just didnt sort of know how to react to the situation yet. She bolted out the door in rupture just moments later. In the weeks following that incident I didnt see Eileen much. mayhap she couldnt handle coming back to school so soon aft(prenominal) what had happened, or maybe I was just lucky enough to agree a break from seeing her being constantly b elittled and mocked. not that anyone would ever admit that they really cared, but during those weeks I heard a few kids inquire as to where she was. I think that people like having her around because she was almost like a safety net for them.