Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Forums Join
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
E
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  

Win A Publishing Package HERE            

The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge

BACK TO
CHALLENGE
MAIN

INSTRUCTIONS

how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level

ENTRIES

submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners



Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.





TRUST JESUS TODAY

TRY THE TEST



how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry
Topic: Breaking the Rules (08/16/04)

TITLE: Low Expectations
By Randy Chambers
08/22/04

 LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
 SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
 SEND ARTICLE TO A FRIEND

They said he was a troubled child. That he was just too difficult and had been since the day he set foot in school. Annie could not believe the looks on the teacher’s faces as they talked about him. Their expressions echoed their contempt. She gathered he could be quite a handful, but could not help but think there was more to him than others saw—or perhaps were willing to.

Jerome did not seem content with being just another student. His mere presence demanded attention and found ways to act out if that attention wasn’t granted. There was probably not one rule he had not discovered some way to break—or so it seemed. His third grade year, the worse of all, fueled great speculation as to what his fourth grade year would bring.

Talk of Jerome’s exploits provided for great teacher’s lounge conversation in the small, rural elementary school. The teachers showed such passion in laying out the details of their own personal experiences with him. Was it a contest? Were they trying to top one another? Annie decided it would simply be a matter of time before they would form a pool and take bets.

Annie entered the teachers’ lounge and headed across the room to find a seat.

Abby Johnson spotted Annie and swept toward her, followed closely by Betty and Norma. “Annie, you poor thing. I hear you are the lucky one who gets Jerome this year. Is that right? Should be quite a year, don’t you think? Oh that Jerome. He just gets worse every year.”

“Breathe Abby, breathe,” Annie thought to herself as Abby flittered on. Norma punctuated each of Abby’s sentences with an affirming “Uh-huh.” Betty’s continual nod of agreement looked like a bobble-head figure. That ridiculous image made Annie want to laugh. She raised her hand to cover the tiny smirk forming on her lips.

Abby’s onslaught continued. “I just can’t wait until we can be rid of him once and for all. We just don’t need that kind of difficulty. Don’t you agree? Well good luck dear.” Abby and company moved back toward their seats.

“No, I don’t agree,” Annie succinctly stated.

If only someone might have dropped the proverbial pin at that moment. Abby, Norma and Betty stopped and remained motionless, stunned by the unthinkable.

Abby turned, came and stood uncomfortably close to Annie. “Excuse me.”

“I don’t agree,” Annie replied.

Abby’s eyes narrowed. “And why is it, you do not agree?”

Annie looked around the room for a hint of support. “I feel that everyone deserves a chance.” She unfolded her arms and placed her hands on her hips, then stood up straight. “And I feel I should not make judgments until after I have had some time with a student.”

“Well, you have not actually had Jerome in your class yet, now have you?” Abby retorted. “ I expect by the end of the day, you will most certainly agree.”

Annie headed to class, more than willing to be surrounded by twenty fourth-graders. The bell rang, and Annie started taking role. “Has anyone seen Jerome?”

“He’s sometimes late,” Elizabeth offered.

A few minutes after Annie started teaching, Jerome ran into the class and to his seat. He was breathing hard, his hair was a mess, and dirt smudges spotted his face calico like. Annie noticed a fresh hole in his blue jeans, slightly covering a freshly scraped knee.

“Jerome?”

“Yeah.” Jerome was still trying to catch his breath.

Annie collected her thoughts. “What happened to your knee?”

“I had to slide into home.”

Annie paused for a moment. “Well Jerome, were you safe?”

Jerome looked back in disbelief, then smiled and sat straight up in his chair. His eyes sparkled. “Yeah!”

During lunch, most of the teachers gathered in the teacher’s lounge to talk about the year’s first day thus far. Some teachers stayed in their classrooms and ate at their desks. Annie had a lunch date. She and Jerome ate outside at a picnic table by the edge of the playground. They had the school’s special soy-burgers underneath a big oak tree; and talked about baseball, family and things.

At the end of the day, Abby’s tribunal convened and cornered Annie before she left.

“He came in late again, didn’t he?” Abby inquired. “And did you see how filthy he was and that hole in his pants? How on earth did that happen?”

Annie reflected on the day and smiled. “He had to slide into home.”


Member Comments
Member Date
Melanie Kerr 08/23/04
Ecxellent. As a teacher I can identify with this and sometimes it is a challenge to make your own mind up about certain pupils. So often they will respond to a positive approach.
darlene hight08/23/04
Randy, this is really a good story! I enjoyed it. I always love seeing the underdog win one.
Lynda Lee Schab 08/23/04
Randy,
I loved this story! A great read the whole way through...wonderul lesson too!
Blessings, Lynda
Donna Haug08/23/04
I agree. Good story and a great challenge for those of us who have the privilege of teaching youngin's.
Al Boyce08/23/04
Good read with a good lesson about judging others. Thanks!
L.M. Lee08/23/04
what a great story!
Marina Rojas08/23/04
Randy, this was outstanding. I had a boss once that said he gave everyone 100 points to begin with, and let them erase them, or add to them. I wanted to hug this teacher--and Jerome!
Kenny Paul Clarkson08/24/04
Abby’s eyes narrowed. “And why is it, you do not agree?”

One little comment on writing technique.

In humble opinion, the above reveals your ability to effectively create dialog and, at the same time, focus the reader on the scene at hand. This is the work of a gifted writer.

Thanks for your entry.

Kenny
Karen Treharne08/26/04
I really liked this story, Randy. I wish I had read it earlier so I could have voted for it. A great message for all of us about gossipping and its hazards. It also speaks highly of teachers like Anne who have a love of children...all of them. A good story for a magazaine. Thanks for sharing, Karen