I will be trying to imitate the characteristic of new journalism that involves shifting point of view:
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At the end of the day, Mr. Wolfe approached Wally in the hallway as he was nearing the exit of the school. Wally had just endured a long and arduous day: he had a pop quiz in physics, he butchered his oral presentation in Spanish, he got a demerit for whispering too loud in the library, and lunch was meatloaf, his least favorite food. The last thing Wally wanted was to talk to Mr. Wolfe, his history teacher. Honors Ancient Asian History was his least favorite class, and Mr. Wolfe was by far his least favorite teacher. Mr. Wolfe said, “Mr. Schirra, we need to have a talk in my office right now.””But Mr. Wolfe, I was just about to leave- I have driver’s Ed today.” “I’m sorry Wallace,” Mr. Wolfe said, “but this is extremely important.” That was Wally’s least favorite thing about Mr. Wolfe- he always either called him Wallace, his full first name which he hated, or Mr. Schirra. Not looking for a fight, Wally obliged and walked alongside Mr. Wolfe toward the history department office.
Wally’s mom, Rebecca, waited in the car. She was starting to get annoyed, for she had arrived to school fifteen minutes early and her son was now already ten minutes late. She could not wait until Wally had his driver’s license and she no longer had to drop him off and pick him up everyday. Problem was, she thought, Wally never made it to Driver’s Ed Class- he was always preoccupied with flight test club or baseball practice, or simply was not in the mood to go that day. She decided that that day, he was going to Driver’s Ed no matter what.
“Mr. Schirra,” proclaimed Mr. Wolfe after Wally and he sat down at the kidney-shaped table in his office, “I know that the paper you turned in comparing and contrasting Chinese Confucianism and Japanese Shintoism was not your original work.” “What are you talking about Mr. Wolfe,” Wally exclaimed, “I spent five hours on that.”
Gordon had just hopped out of his father’s Volkswagen GTI and gone upstairs to his room one day earlier when the remorse hit him. “What was he thinking?” Gordon wondered. “I was so stupid to write Wally’s paper for him, if I get caught that will destroy my transcript and I will never get into University of Hawaii,” he thought. Gordon was a great student, but he had a hard time saying no, and when his best friend Wally asked him to write his paper for Honors Ancient Asian History, a course he aced the year before, he could not help but to put his dreams of graduating early and studying at Hawaii aside. However, Gordon then realized that he would probably get caught: if he got caught, the punishment would be more severe than if he turned himself in. He decided that the next morning he would turn himself into Mr. Yeager, the Dean of Academics, and suffer the fate he deserved.
“Wallace, do not lie to me. Your friend Mr. Cooper has already admitted to writing your paper for you, so there is no reason to cover up the details.” At that point Wally realized that he was trapped, so he would not try to lie about what happened and instead would work to receive as minor as punishment as he could- kind of like pleading guilty in court; you are admitting to what you have done but asking to be forgiven. “You will be sent before the disciplinary board tomorrow morning at 7:15 AM in Mrs. Slayton’s room. You and your parents must prepare your case tonight. That is all Mr. Schirra, you are dismissed.”
Wally walked out to his mom’s car, looking down at his feet the whole time. After putting his backpack in the trunk and getting in the car he said, “Mom, I can’t go to Driver’s Ed today.”
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