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  • A Day Like No Other
    It was a regular morning; beautiful and sunny (I mean come on it’s the DR). My cousins and I were getting ready to go to school; in addition, the school is about two miles away from our house and we had to walk every morning and evening to and from school. One of the main things in school is the trouble makers. We had seen plenty of people get in trouble before, but none of us had never gotten into any. We were in the sixth grade and everyone had tried to scare us about the horror of getting in trouble, but we never paid attention none of us had ever been in trouble before or late to school until that day.
    I was the oldest of them all, so I always had to make sure they did their homework, but the night before I did not check their work. You would think after checking their homework every day since they have been in school they would know not to be lazy and get it done. We were walking to school and I knew we were getting close; they stopped to sit down on the side walk. I stood thinking “what are you guys doing, we are going to be late for school”. I told them to get up so we could go to school and that was when they told me they didn't do their homework (I’m thinking to myself are y’all idiots now were all going to get in trouble). In the Dominican Republic you can get in to some serious trouble when you come to class late or if you don’t do your homework. I sat there for a couple minutes helping them so they wouldn't get into too much trouble but that’s when I realized that we were already going to be late for school. Of course when we arrived that’s when the principle saw us. He would be the one to see us the one day we were late. He told us to go outside and sit on our knees in front of the flag and recite the national anthem. After that we had to sit outside for five minutes in the sun for our punishment and then we could go to our classroom. I don’t know about my cousins, but my teacher had a ruler (everyone knows the thick wood ones because if your teacher didn't have one your mom or grandma did) and she made me hold out my hands and slapped them three times for being late. It hurt like no other, but everyone for the rest of the day knew that you were late for school because when you walked by someone even me having dark skin you could see the line marks. Although we got in trouble it was nice because we had the other sixth graders asking us what it was like.
    Finally, I learned from that day on to not be late to school. Even though getting in trouble and being disciplined wasn't fun, but the extra attention as a younger kid was especially sixth graders who never got it that much. It was a fact from that day in sixth grade all the way until I graduated from high school I was never late for another day of school.
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