It’s the end of a school day. Kids rushing out of class from every direction but me, no ,  I’m walking. For I had been thinking of what will occur that afternoon, when my parents enter parent conferences. I’m not considered a bad kid in my school, but the thought of Mr. Barron telling my parents that I talked all the time and then my parents yelling at me keeps repeating in my tiny head. So there I go walking onto the frozen streets, due to the side walks being covered in about 10 inches of snow, trying to find my parents. And so I do. Once I find them I smile and get in the car.
Two hours later we come back to the school. My heart is pounding! We enter the small gym even though it doesn’t look like one. The ceiling is a brownish color, one caused by the rotting and mold it contains. The ground is dirty and covered with food stains that somehow managed to become permanent. There, there’s Mr. Barron. I walk up to him and he looks at me. He tells my parents that I am a good kid and listen very well, when I’m not talking. He then blabbers on about my grades and my parents don’t seem too happy, but not incredibly mad, which really surprises me.
I walk up to my next teacher. His name, Mr. Martinez. He looks at me and smiles. This man standing in front of me is the one that I will never forget. He tells my parents how much of a great kid I was. In his own words he said, “Christian can do big things in life! He can become a doctor, have great success, do anything he wants. I have never felt this way about a student before. But Christian, you are something else. Such great personalities and a great mind you have.” Then he starts to bawl his eyes out. A teacher crying about how great I am. Now I feel like crying but I hold it in. We keep on talking after this, but I will always carry this memory in my tiny head because it really hit me when I found out he believed in me like no other. It also makes me want to do great things in life.