Mr. Emmert sent me to detention—my first time ever.
The thought of that stain on my permanent record follows me all the way there.
I don’t know what to expect. Spitballs and chaos. The rioting “bad kids.”
The 2:15 bell rings and I walk into 501, right on time.
One kid sits quietly with his head down. He surfaces sometimes to look out the window.
5 minutes later, another kid comes in. Read more