An event in my life that taught me an important lesson was to not draw inappropriate things in accordance with school policy. It was third grade. The sun was so bright. The birds chirping in the tree. I thought it was time to wake up for school. Elementary it was. I do my usual thing, take a shower, brush my teeth and get dressed. While taking a shower, I remembered when my third grade teacher talked about school politics. I ignored my awareness and continued scrubbing my body. I got out of the shower, dried myself and got dressed. I went to the kitchen to get the breakfast my mother prepared for me. Then I noticed a blank sheet of paper. A bare, colorless, white sheet of paper, sitting there on the kitchen table. Hell, I liked drawing unusual things on blank pieces of paper, so I thought. Luckily there was that crooked old pencil of mine lying there, right where I needed it to be, next to the paper. I immediately took the pencil and began to think. Once again, my brain worked back in time thinking about school politics. By telling me what not to do, he increased my ignorance to do the inevitable. How dare school policy tell me what to do: “No threats to school members or staff.” I started pulling out a gun. No, I started drawing a gun. The exact gun from the movies I saw was called the "Terminator". Then I drew a bullet coming out of the gun. This was called a projectile. Although I made the projectile in a shape called a parabola. A parabola is a moving projectile where it starts and ends in an arc shape, like a cannon and its cannonball is fired from the barrel, leaving a "parabolic path". At the edge of where the bullet would land, I... at the center of the paper... came crashing down on me. Now I'm on thin ice. My teacher grabbed my arm and dragged me out the door. We headed to the principal's office. My heart was pounding. It felt like it was pumping more blood than it needed. The time it took to reach the principal's office seemed like a million years. We were in the office and my teacher showed the photo to the principal. There it was; the inevitable. This was bound to happen. How did I not see this coming? Why did I just ignore my noggin? The principal said: “How ignorant! Three days of suspension from lessons." My life was drying up by the second. I felt like I had been thrown into a dark room full of dead bodies. Now I understand that I must always listen to authority. I learned the life lesson: take policies seriously. No matter what you say to get out of situations, politics always comes first.