波提XD

其實這是作業，然後以老包的故事為底，稍微改了一下，還把我自己也放進去。
哦因為在mrdonuts打作業，想說幫老包取個洋名，就叫波提了XD
文法單字貧弱，請大力鞭。

It was a sunny day with breeze in the late September. Sunlight came through leaves and branches, projecting their shadows on the blackboard, the stand, and on students' faces. Students sat up-straight with silence, waiting solemnly for their teacher to come. I sat nearby the window, looking through the trees to the distant from the third floor of the most famous public junior high school in Taipei. On the other side of the campus wall was the elementary school, where children play sports energetically. In contrast with these happy kids, students in my class as if zombies rising from their tomb, submitting themselves to whoever gives the command. I hated this school. I hated to obey teachers’ unreasonable rules and being punished due to some unimportant event. Most important of all, I hated this prison deprived me of my childhood, which was supposed to be happy and cheerful. Though I disliked all these things, I was just a twelve-year-old girl, not knowing what is suppression, not to mention opposition.

Suddenly, the door opened. Our teacher Ms. Lin rushed into the classroom with a handful homeworks to give back. Ms. Lin was a tall, heavy, old woman and was infamous for being strict and demanding. Though it seemed that students respected her a lot, behind her back, students nicknamed her as “Scary Bear Lin.” Slowly after Ms. Lin is a new-comer, who was short and thin that the school uniform on her looked funny. She was the transfer student from class C where the so-called “inferior students” stayed. It was said that the reason she could transfer to class A was because she did excellent on mid-term and final. Hence the chair made an exception and transferred her to our class, the better class, class A.

“This is Potty, the transfer student from class C.”

Accompany with feeble applauses, Potty went to the unoccupied seat which is not far from me. She sat down, opened her book bag, and took out all the books she had. However, all her books seemed exotic to me: there were textbooks of English, Math and Science. All of them were the subjects we were studying, but none of them was the version we were using. That’s terrible. I could still remember what had happened last time when I forgot to bring my textbook.

“Let's get start with our class. Take out the textbook and hand in your homework to me.”

Within second, the right textbook sat right in the middle of each desk, and all the homework were gathered together in front of the teacher, except the one who was new to the class. Out of innocent, Potty raised her hand, not knowing what kind of disaster would happen next.

“I didn't know I have to hand in homework today and I didn’t have the textbook for class A. I had just transferred from class C.”

Within a second, the classroom was filled with tense. Ms. Lin raised her nose from the pile of homework and glared at the poor little face.

“This is NOT a proper excuse. You should have know the homework beforehand.”

“But HOW can I know that...”

“No excuse! You are now in class A, not class C.”

“Then I’m not able to hand in the homework today and I don’t have the right book.”

“Does student from class C all like you? Lazy and disobedient?” Ms. Lin said in a sarcastic way.“Since you’ve got NO textbook and NOT able to hand in your homework, you’re not compatible for the class today. Go to the back of the classroom and do a thousand frog jump!”

Potty stood up with astonishment and embarrassment, glancing around the classroom but found no one supporting her. She went to the back of the classroom at a snail’s pace and started the assigned work with her bony feet. Thirty-six pair of eyes looked at her with sympathy, but no one said anything. Ms. Lin then made us refocus on her teaching and never took a look at the “lazy and disobedient student” again. Not until the class ended did I heard the whining sound at the back of the classroom stopped.