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3. Detention

I was traumatized after receiving my very first detention in grade 4 when I threw a snowball at my friend. It turned out to be ice and he was badly injured for a week or so. Oh, good times.

"Detention"
Olga Taratuta
2004

Getting detention is the worst thing yet,
My first detention I’ll never forget

You go to the principal’s office and sit on a chair,
The scary feeling, I cannot bare

There are other kids involved in the situation,
And they each have an explanation

“ Maggie kicked Susan!” shouted Luce
“ Carrie bit Nick!” barked Bruce

But there was one person they blamed,
That was ME, what a shame!

Well, I was the one that kicked Susan,
She was acting so weird

She didn’t cry or anything,
She pinched me back, I got a sting

Principal, he just didn’t believe me,
All because there was a scrape on her knee

For a week, no recess, for a week, no fun,
Instead of staying in I would play in the sun

Have to write lines, over again,
I really don’t know if I can

Finally, when the week is done,
I WILL HAVE FUN IN THE SUN!

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