There is a single word that makes every student shiver. It’s known as the day ruiner, the parent relationship ruiner, and the teacher respect ruiner. This word is detention. I always thought I was (and was known to be) a good student who would never have to suffer the intense lockdown at the mercy of the communistic teachers. Sadly, this was wrong. This is the worst time in my life: when I got sentenced a detention. It ruined my reputation as a good student and it lost me my mutual respect for my parents.

It was just like any monotonous school day. In homeroom, my fellow pupils bustled about random things while the school’s PA system heralded the regular morning jargon with squeaky, annoying voices. I sat with my head down, trying to get some lost shut-eye. I had stayed up until midnight the night before doing homework. I could have done it during school and cheated off other people like everybody else, but I thought I could be a good, studious student by actually doing my work at home (hence the name, homework.) Little did I know, actually doing my homework would take a long time. This precious time drove me over an hour past my bedtime. I sat in my desk with my eyes closed and my ears ringing from the noise. I started to regret my decision to stay up.

In the events to follow, I realized that my regret would maximize. My lethargic mood was not in the condition to be shocked in the way it was. The homeroom commander was Mr. Randomski, an English class teacher who scolded people for ever using the slightest incorrect grammar. He was a short, younger man who seemed like he wanted to comb his hair more than he wanted to teach his students. Likewise, this arrogance made it evident that he liked to yell at his students instead of teaching them. He was, however, one of the most made fun of teachers because of his effeminate nature. He probably acted the way he did to make up for his shortcomings. Now, I’m sure Mr. Randomski’s communistic ways sound random, but he holds his own part in the story of my downfall.

In Mr. “Ski”s room, the noise kept picking up from the students and announcements alike. Mr. “Ski must have started to feel intimidated with his dominated desire, so he left out a loud “Shhhh!”

“Oh, my God!” I said in a flat voice. The “shhhh” entering my tired ears made it feel like my cerebellum was being drilled. The room got oddly quiet; nothing but the announcements were heard. But this was a bustling high school, and no talking was out of the norm. In this awkward silence, the students” ramblings restarted quickly.

“Be quiet!” screamed Mr. “Ski. It was incredibly loud; for a second I thought I was deaf. His squeaky, girly voice made me want to kill myself. It made my heart and body jump alike; I smashed my knees off of my desk with my serious air. I was tired taking this.

“How about you shut up!” I told my evil homeroom teacher.

“What did you say?” screamed Mr. Randomski.

“I just told you to shut up!” I said, telling truth.

“You can get out of my room and go right to the office.” he commanded me.

“I will gladly leave this room! Screw these kids, screw this school, and screw you!” I screamed as I stomped out of the room. With my combined drowsiness and the anger that infused my body, I blacked out in the halls. I woke up in the nurse”s office