Yash Patel

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Yash Patel


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The Little Details Matter

   All I remember is seeing the broken glass and blood running down my back and realizing that I am going to be in a lot of trouble. It was the Friday of Homecoming week, and we have a tradition to circle the school three to four times in our cars and then come inside the building to bang on the frames of the doors throughout the upper school and the middle school. The key word is the frame of the door in this speech.

   I guess I didn’t pay attention at all before the week of homecoming when Mr. Connell said every single day during assembly that when we go bang on the doors to only hit the side of the door frame and the bottom of it. He said this many times before the big day, but I didn’t hear it, and that was my fault. When the class got all the cars on the track, we started to honk our horns while doing laps around the school. I was able to grab a megaphone from the cafeteria and kept it in my car. Mrs. Burrage was definitely mad that I borrowed her megaphone.

   When we were finished doing laps around the school, we all gathered around the upper school door that was at the end of the hallway. Mr. Ford started talking, but I couldn’t hear him because I was yelling through the megaphone. I was later told that he was telling us not to hit the glass part of the door. Again I didn’t hear this, and I know it was my fault. When Mr. Ford opened the back door, we started to run to the door and began to beat on them. I had the megaphone in my hand, so I was behind everyone so I could yell last. I saw Blake jump into Señora Whyte’s room and then I saw Harrison hit the window. After seeing them hit the window, I thought it would be a good idea to copy them. I closed my eyes and next thing I knew I was through the glass.

  The glass breaking was the scariest part to me because the ninth graders who were in her class were standing close to the door, and I was just glad the glass didn’t hit anyone. The parents were filming us at the entrance near the office, and some of them saw me go straight through the window.  I acted like it didn’t happen and joined the rest of the class. I told the parents that they didn’t see anything, and when I was running down to the middle school with Blake, he told me that my back was bleeding a lot. I had to roll my football jersey up so he could take a picture of it and show me. Then, I went to the parents and told them that I may need some help. Mr. Connell wasn’t happy with me at all. He told me to get the rest of the class and tell them it’s over, but I couldn’t cause my back was bleeding. Jenna’s dad and Sallie-Grace’s mom had to spray alcohol on the wound and patch it up. I tried my hardest not to say anything bad when they had to pour alcohol on my back, and I did a great job of keeping my mouth shut.

   Mrs. Joy had to call my mom to tell her that I was going to need stitches in my back. I wasn’t too happy about that because that meant I couldn’t play in the homecoming game that day. When we got to Cares Medical Center, the wrapping on my back opened up, and so mom started to freak out. I walked away with fourteen stitches in my back and a bloody shirt. When I got back to school, Mom had to come to sign me back in, and when she saw my back, she told me to change shirts. Grayson was trying to take a picture of my back, and Mr. Noone came to the hallway yelling at me to change my shirt and then saw that my mom right there. She wasn’t happy with that, but Mr. Noone didn’t know that she was right there.

   I had to go and apologize to Mr. Connell and Mr. Noone for my stupidity, and they received it better than I thought, even though they did specify not to touch the glass. I guess they felt bad because I had to get fourteen stitches. The moral of this story is to always listen to the smallest details and to not jump at a glass window on a door, even when two of your friends do the same thing.

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