My First Yellow Card

It was a Tuesday morning and my entire class was excited. Tuesdays meant gym class and gym class meant fun. We all gathered in line and I remember my best friend Cassidy asking a question to the boy in front of us. She asked, "What do scissors do?" The little boy replied back to her, "Cut." At this moment Cassidy thanked the boy and we both cut in line. The walk to the gym was supposed to be quiet, but we all were guessing what we would be playing in gym that day. My guess was dodge ball, while another guess was basketball. When we got to the gym we were greeted by our gym teacher Mr. Harris. We all thought Mr. Harris was the coolest gym teacher around. He was very strong and the muscles on his arm were bigger than my head! He would occasionally let kids in my class hang on his arms, while he flexed. We started gym class by stretching all of our muscles. The grasshopper was my favorite stretch. After stretching we each got to go get a scooter. The scooters were always a favorite among my friends. By the time we were done on the scooters, gym class was over. We all got in line and made our way back to the classroom. In elementary school we always had to change our gym shoes after gym class. After getting a drink from the fountain, I sat down and tried to get my gym shoes off. The first shoe came off very easily, but the second shoe I could not slip off. I pulled and pulled at my shoe, but it would not budge. By this time everyone else was in the classroom except my friend Jessica and I. She was always the last one to get back into the classroom. Finally I thought of an idea. I was going to kick my shoe off. I swung my foot back and forth and before I knew it my shoe was flying in the air right at Jessica's face. The shoe smoked her right on top of the head and she began to cry. It was not my intention at all to hurt Jessica, I just wanted to get my shoe off. Before I knew it my teacher was out in the hall questioning me what happened. She asked if I hit Jessica with my shoe, but I had to lie because I did not want to pull my card. I was a pretty good kid in elementary school and I did not get yelled at often. I was very embarrassed and did not want to tell the truth. I ended up feeling so bad that I told my teacher everything that happened. She made me pull my card to yellow, but explained to me that I was not in trouble. She also told me to tell the truth from the beginning and I would not have to pull my card at all. This was a great lesson for me and I was honest the rest of my years.