An event in my life that taught me an important lesson was not to draw inappropriate things according to school policy. It was third year. The sun was so bright. The chirping of birds in the tree. I thought it was time to wake up for school. It was elementary. I do my usual thing, take a shower, brush my teeth and get dressed. While I was taking a shower, I remembered the time my third grade teacher talked about school politics. I ignored my conscience and continued to scrub my body. I got out of the shower, dried off and got dressed. I headed to the kitchen to eat the breakfast my mother had prepared for me. Then I noticed a blank sheet of paper. A blank sheet of paper, bare and colorless, lying there on the kitchen table. Damn, I loved drawing unusual things on blank pieces of scrap paper, so I thought. Luckily, there was my old pencil hanging there, sitting where I needed it, near the paper. I quickly picked up the pencil and started thinking. Once again, my brain went back in time thinking about school politics. Telling me what not to do increased my ignorance to do the inevitable. How dare school policy tell me what to do: “Do not threaten school members or staff?” » I started to draw a weapon. No, I started drawing a gun. The exact gun in the movies I watched was called "Terminator." I then fired a bullet that came out of the gun. It was called a projectile. Although I made the ball in a shape called a parabola. A parabola is a moving projectile in which it begins and ends in an arc, like a cannon and its cannonball fired from its barrel, leaving a "parabolic trajectory". At the end of where the ball was going to land, I...... middle of paper... lunging at me. Now I'm on ice. My teacher grabbed my arm and dragged me out the door. We headed to the principal's office. My heart was beating wildly. It felt like he was pumping more blood than necessary. The time it took him to reach the principal's office seemed like a million years. We were in the office and my teacher showed the principal the photo. It was there; the inevitable. This had to happen. How did I not see this coming? Why did I just ignore my noggin? The director said: “How ignorant!” Three day suspension from school. My life was running out by the second. It was like I was thrown into a dark room full of corpses. Now I realized that you should always listen to authority. My life lesson learned: take politics seriously. No matter what you say to get out of a situation, politics always comes first.