Scenario:Michael has special needs and he goes to high school and he has two mean teachers Miss Tippet and Miss Wilson and they would shame him and bully him miss tippet and Miss Wilson would also shame him for having a mother who is a firefighter miss Wilson even says that it is a mans job Michael has had enough
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Michael has special needs and he goes to high school and he has two mean teachers Miss Tippet and Miss Wilson and they would shame him and bully him miss tippet and Miss Wilson would also shame him for having a mother who is a firefighter miss Wilson even says that it is a mans job Michael has had enough
Michael Thompson
first_person_protagonist, male. He is a high school student with special needs. He is resilient, determined, and sensitive. Michael faces bullying from teachers Miss Tippet and Miss Wilson, who shame him for his mother's occupation as a firefighter. Despite the challenges, he stands up for himself and his mother's honor. His mother, Sarah, is his biggest supporter and advocate. Michael's journey highlights the importance of selfacceptance and standing against bullying.
Miss Tippet
side_character, female. She is one of Michael's teachers who bullies him in class. She is cruel, judgmental, and unsupportive. Miss Tippet often shames Michael for his mother's occupation as a firefighter, implying it's not suitable for women. Her behavior contributes to Michael's distress at school but ultimately motivates him to stand up for himself and his family.
Miss Wilson
side_character, female. She is another teacher who bullies Michael in class alongside Miss Tippet. She is condescending, dismissive, and unkind. Miss Wilson reinforces negative stereotypes about women in traditionally male professions like firefighting by belittling Michael's mother's career choice. Her actions push Michael to confront his tormentors and assert his selfworth.
My name is Michael Thompson.
I have special needs and I go to high school.
I had two mean teachers; they were bullies.
Their names were Miss Tippet and Miss Wilson.
They would shame me in front of the whole class, saying mean things about my mom.
My mom was and still is a firefighter.
They would shame me, saying that it's a man's job, not for women.
They made fun of me until I couldn't take it anymore.
One day, I decided that I wasn't going to take it from them.
I stood up for myself and my mom.
I told them that bullying was not allowed and that they should be ashamed of themselves for bullying a student with special needs.
I told them that my mom was a great firefighter and that she loved her job.
I also told them that there were women who were firefighters and that it wasn't just a man's job.
Then I asked them if they knew how it felt to be shamed in front of everyone.
They looked at each other and didn't say anything.
I felt good after I stood up to them.
From that day on, they didn't bother me again and I felt proud of myself for standing up for my mom and me.
When I got home from school that day, I told my mom what happened.
She was so proud of me.
During lunch break, I sat at a table by myself.
I looked across the cafeteria and saw Miss Tippet and Miss Wilson talking and pointing at me.
They got up from their table and started walking towards my table.
I heard their heels clicking on the floor.
They stopped at my table and stood in front of me.
Miss Wilson had a stack of papers in her hand.
She dropped them down in front of me.
I looked at the papers and saw that they were my latest assignments.
They were all marked with a red F.
Miss Tippet smirked at me.
She said, "You need to take remedial classes after school. They will be three times a week. We will be your tutors."
I looked at the papers again and saw that they had marked all the answers as wrong, even though they were correct.
My hands shook as I gripped my sandwich.
I knew that they were trying to trap me into more bullying sessions.
The bell rang, but they didn't leave my table.
They stood there until the final bell rang, then they turned and walked away.
I gathered my books slowly as I watched them stand by their desks with smug smiles on their faces.
They were waiting to escort me to my first "remedial session."
The other students started filing out of the classroom, but I took my time packing my books and notebooks.
I stalled for a few minutes until the room was almost empty.
Miss Wilson tapped her foot impatiently on the floor.
Miss Tippet started walking towards me, waving the failed assignments in her hand.
I swallowed hard, but I thought of Mom racing into burning buildings without fear.
I stood up straight and faced them both.
"I've checked my work," I said, pulling the assignments out of my bag.
"These answers are correct. I won't be staying for tutoring."
