Monique+Boisvert



Monique Boisvert Dr. Nancy Noonan English 1005 20 July 2013 Shame My senior year of high school was one of the most memorable years of my teenage life. I don’t say this because great things happened, it was actually quite the opposite. To understand the story I am about to tell I will give a brief history. I was not living at home, I lived with a friend from school and had an abusive boyfriend. In the summer before my senior year, right before school started in September, I found out I was pregnant. I remember walking into school the morning of January 26, 1989. That was my last day of high school. Being pregnant and due for a baby in April was a good enough reason a student could get an early graduation approved. The only person who knew I was pregnant and getting early grad was me and my guidance counselor. This particular morning I was told by Guidance to go to each of my classes and hand them a paper to fill out. This paper would be my final grade for each class. Each teacher I handed this paper to filled it out by the end of class, handed it to me and never spoke another word. That was until I went to my 6th period English class. I gave my teacher the paper and told him I needed it filled out by the end of class. Everything was going smoothly during class until the last ten or so minutes. My teacher was sitting at his desk looking at the paper, he then looked up at me and asked, across the room, why I needed this filled out. I spoke softly and announced I was graduating early and this would be my last day. I could feel my face getting flushed as I spoke because I was fearful what he would say next. Then it happened, in front of the entire class he asked me why. I tried to be simple with my answer, saying it was for personal reasons, but it didn’t end there. He continued. Mentioning my bruises, choice in baggy clothing, and how withdrawn I had become. The memory of his exact wording escapes me today, however the embarrassment I felt that day will stay with me forever. By the time the bell rang to signal the end of class, my heart was in my throat, my ability to hold back my tears had failed and my classmates all left with more information than they needed. How could my teacher not know to pull me aside privately? Why did he continue to push the issue after it was clear I was uncomfortable?

That's messed up your teacher did that! (shaking my head) But great looking family pics! ~Zahava

The story is great very personal, I followed it with no problem. The only sentence" my teacher was sitting at his desk looking at the paper, he then looked up at me and asked ,across the room, why i needed this filled out. The wording of the last section "why i needed this filled out" is hard for me to follow i am not sure but maybe it should be in quotations because he said it. TMT