Patience and Respect; Hard to Learn?

Here is the story I wrote for my english take-home final, its mildly humerous.

I walked into class with my new power ranger light up shoes, and challenged my friends to a race. Last one outside at recess has to stand by the fence while the other two play on the seesaw. I decided to go potty before recess began so I asked my teacher, and went to the potty with the wooden "Restroom" pass in my hand. I was washing my hands when I learned a life secret, time flies. The bell rang, so drying my hands wasn't an option. I sprinted back to my teachers' class to return the wooden pass with the word "Restroom" neatly printed on the side in un-washable black marker, then turned and scurred down the hallway in hopes of still beating my friends. When I got out to the playground they were already on the seesaw, so I took my spot on the fence as promised. I wanted them to see my new shoes, well the back of them, but instead I had to watch them while talking to another friend about different crayon colors. We were deep in conversation when I noticed Thomas talking to Alex, one of my friends who had beaten me to the seesaw. Thomas was the new kid, and he was yelling at Alex to get off the seesaw because it was his turn. Alex didn't want to get off; after all he had all the right to be there. Alex just kept going up and down and up again, ignoring Thomas. Then Thomas grabbed onto Alex's shirt and pulled him to the ground, just as the seesaw was on its way to the top. Alex landed headfirst on the cement and the rhythmic squeak of the seesaw and all laughter came to a short, sudden stop. Chris, the one on the other side of the seesaw, jumped off to help Alex just as the seesaw was on its trip back down. Before Chris realized what he had done, the seesaw landed, on Alex's face. He didn't die, or anything tragic like that but he had a bloody nose, and had to get seven stitches. That day taught me a several things. It taught me that being in a rush isn't always a good thing, I don't want to imagine what would of happened if I beat Alex out there. It also taught me to respect and be nice to others because all actions have reactions and even if you don't mean it "Sorry" doesn't make a bloody nose and a wound worthy of seven stitches hurt any less. This never would of happened if Thomas was patient and respectful. He could of just stood with us by the fence and talked about the forty-eight pack of Crayola wonder color crayons I had in my Jar Jar Binks book bag back in my cubbyhole. That's the day I learned patience and respect, which are lessons I still practice today.