Musezine 16

in Detention that day, I felt like a disrespectful
student. I felt like this was a place
where I knew I didn’t belong. The worst part
was our “punishment”: We had to copy every
word of a newspaper article in SCRIPT and if
we messed up we had to start over. After that
I promised myself that I would never be in
that terrible place again. I guess that didn’t
work.
As freshman year passed, I had multiple encounters
with detention. Sophomore year passed
and I was still in that terrible place. Now
in my junior year, I still have a reserved
spot. Why? As hard as I try to not end up in
that place at the end of my day, somehow my
name still ends up on the roster. My latest
offense: not having my school I.D. I mean it
was my fault that I lost it, but why should
I be punished with having to sit in that room
everyday until I pay for a new one. Everyday
until I purchased a new I.D., my homeroom
teacher repeatedly wrote me a detention slip.
I was forced once again to sit there in that
room to spend countless minutes of my time in
Detention.
Detention, to me, should be a place where
the actual “bad students” go to be punished,
and for the good students like me, we truly
don’t deserve detention. For those students
who actually get good grades and actually do
their work, we should be respected as such.
We shouldn’t be placed upon the same group
of students who essentially disrespect their
teacher, or skip class because it’s those students
that fit the actual stereotype of detention.
But for me, I am my own stereotype.