Mrs. Vasquez: A Short Story

My education hasn’t been easy and also had to follow sometimes I would take the wrong path and with the help of my family and a very helpful nurse I succeed. It was a windy day, having walked to schools was a hassle and a bother for an eleven year old boy. After finally arriving to school, I walked to the cafeteria where most of my classmates were lined up in front of a woman’s name Mrs. Vasquez.
When I tried to go to the back this girl sitting in the front asked me what my last name is and I answered Chiogo, and she points to where I should sit right behind this girl with long blond hair and wearing what it seem like to be eyeglasses. So waiting what it felt like to be hours, three teachers came in to two men and one woman, the first was
After a while of amazement and excitement, she told us to put our packs in our storage area the ones who had our names on them, after doing, we all sat down at our desk but first we had to find the tables with our name written on them. After she read us a book and had to tell some kids to be quiet but since they would listen she took their names from the green chart that was on a wall in the corner the green, which meant you were a good kid, and she put their name on the red chart which meant they would have after school
Which I found very surprising, and while I was talking to the nurse, she finally asked me what I wanted to do when I grow up I answered “I don’t know”. She told me to become a doctor, that what I did to help that boy there was what a doctor does help people with injuries, she told me to think about it and tell my parents. So all afternoon I was thinking about, I thought about it so much, that wasn’t baying to the activities and almost got but on the orange chart which meant no recess. After days had passed, I finally told my parents and they were happy to know, what I had picked wasn’t something they had to tell me that you can’t that sort of job for the rest of my life.
After a couple more days, I finally decide to go see the nurse. As I was opening the door, she opened the door on her side and with both our forces, and hers being strongest the door hit my nose and caused to bleed. As she was fixing my nose, she told all these could things about medicine, and also that if I were to ever fall of the path or take a wrong turn, that she will be there to catch me. And every so often I went to see, even after I had graduate fifth grade and went to sixth and then