June 2013 Issue - Cape Cod Academy

A lot of teachers seemed to approve,when I heard another familiar voicespeak up. “What about the top of theclass?” Mrs. Johnson asked. I alwaysknew she had my back. “They haveworked so hard since middle schoolhere at CCA. They all have applied toIvy Leagues.”Mrs. Agostinelli responded,“The top girl has an A- in Statistics.Without a solid A, she will not succeedin pre-med like she’s planning to.”“That doesn’t even make sense,”Mrs. Johnson said.“It makes perfect sense,” Ms.Cetta said. “Class of 2013 will bestaying back this year. We will breakthe news to them on Monday.”Just then, I couldn’t stop myselffrom jumping into the Science Lecturehall and screaming, “BUT THAT’SNOT FAIR!”Every single faculty memberturned their head around and stared atme. I stood there frozen with nothingto say while they all looked at meangrily, except for Mrs. Johnson, whohad a big smile across her face.“Get her,” Mr. Larry Brown saidcalmly, and at the same time, foreignlanguage teacher Mr. Murphy yelled,“Holen Sie sich ihr!” in German.I panicked. Thirty-three teachers werecharging after me, with the athleticteachers: Mr. Crowell, Mr. Kenney, Mr.Lewison, and Ms. Santos leading thegroup. I should have worn betterrunning shoes. But how would I haveknown this was going to happen?! Ihad nowhere to go. I raced up thescience center stairs two floors and outthe door connecting to the mainbuilding. I took a quick left and thethree leaders kept running into themain building, confused. I ran downthe outside stairs beside the pendulumand found Mrs. Wiley, Mr. Sears, Mrs.Vogt and the rest of the mathdepartment at the bottom. Mrs. Vogtscreamed, “Okie dokie smokies!” asthey saw me, and I screamed and rantowards the Upper School gym. Iraced up the stairs to the right of theentrance. I heard footsteps racing upthe stairs after me as I ran to thehallway above the gym. I took thethird right into Mr. Bellamy’s room,shut the door behind me, and locked it.