Ring! It was time for the most dreaded part of everyday, class. Randall was run more like a prison than a school, kids had to walk on specific sides of the hallway, there no talking in the halls, and basically anything fun was bad according to the administration. Randall was by far, the toughest school I've gone to, the classes were hard, the activities were equally as difficult, and the teachers were extremely strict.
The classes were hard because the administrators expected us to know almost everything they tought us. The homework they gave us was extremely long and hard. Some of the teachers didn't explain anything, and just expected us to do it. We had two minutes to get to class, so sometimes we were running to get to our lockers, and then back to class. If we were late one time we got an after school detention. The dictator of them all was Mrs. Lemanhurt. She was mean to all the kids, only a few, like one or two, kids were on her good side, I was not. .
The activities were especially tough. The homework, in-school work, and tests/quizzes were very hard. The tests/quizzes for language would have a 5-paragraph essay on them. The questions that were on the test were never multiple choices, they were always long answer, short answer, and fix the sentence work. The homework had so many problems it made ones head spin. Math homework usually involved a lot of problems, almost 40 problems per worksheet plus one page from the book.
Teachers what can I say about teachers, well two of them were nice, and the rest were as strict as all get up. I disliked Miss Stelse with a passion. She made fun of her students, and was not a good teacher at all. Another teacher I disliked was Mrs. Leasure. My mom e-mailed her all the time about me. Because of that, Mrs. Leasure would make me miss half of my lunch and stay after with her. She could give me more practice worksheets even when I didn't do anything wrong.
