My Day In My School

Although, I did not know the answers to the questions on the test. I knew that what I obtained on this test would influence the grade I acquire the rest of that marking period. When I arrived home that day, I told my parents that I thought I did well. The next day, Mrs. Weller called me, and a few others, out into the hallway to tell us that we failed the test. My mom saw the grade in skyward, and when she came home, she lectured me for not studying. While my mom was lecturing me, I began to think how I could have improved. My mom was really scaring me. I could tell that my mom was not joking around at all.

I was really tired from school so I just needed a break by sleeping. I woke up around 8 in the morning and made sure I ate some breakfast. I didn’t have much for breakfast. I just had some eggs and a banana. I also made sure to put my casual clothes over my uniform. I felt like something was wrong because I was light headed and hungry. I didn’t have time to think of that though because I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry up. I went to the subway and texted coach McCray that I was gonna be a bit late. I ran down the central hill and saw the bus on the street. I got on the bus and sat behind

My day had been off to a rough start. In the morning, I was late to the first period. I fell twice during that period, and once during passing period. It was only second period, and I could not stop thinking about how I had to take the ACT test tomorrow morning at 8. I was shaking and sweating all day.

Finally, I waited for my moment to shine in P.E. class. The competition was on. My heart was pounding like an alarm clock as I walked toward a starting point along with my classmates. I was in a ready position like race car wating for a green light to take off, but I was waiting for a coach to blow the whistle . FWEEEEEEE! The whistle sounds goes off and my pupils are dialated. I just took off like a rattling ship that waves left and right as I passed through my classmates one by one. Then I realzied I should slow down and save energy for the last

Awakening to the bright morning light shining through my window, I lay in my bed trying to fall back asleep until I realize that it’s gameday. I jump out of bed and run into the kitchen where my mom is awake, dressed, and already cooking. She tells me to make sure I bring my long sleeve shirt because it was cool outside. I quickly pack my bag. It’s as if everything was hidden on purpose and my life depended on finding each and every little item. I go to look for the long sleeve shirt, just in case, but it wasn’t where It was supposed to be. I don’t have time to look for it, so I leave without it. I pack my bag, then realize that I don’t have my jersey. Panic rushes over me. I won’t be able to play. Coach could give us replacements for knee pads or pants or maybe even a helmet but not a jersey. I frantically search the room for the jersey, unsuccessful. Right before I begin to freak out, my mom walks through the doorway with my jersey in her hand and says, “I washed it for ya; it smelled like a pig had worn it.” I jump up with my spirits lifted and took the jersey and threw it in the bag. It was time to leave.

Zach is in his moms van driving to his new school. He had just moved to Menomonee Falls from his old home in New York. This would be his very first day of high school, he was nervous and was wishing he could be in new york going to school with his friends. The car then came to an abrupt stopped. He grabbed his backpack from the back seat. His mom than said “Have a great day at school. I love you.” Zach then replied with “Thanks, Love you too.” He hopped out of the car and walked into the huge school. Then he pulled a crumpled note out of his pocket and look at it. It was his locker number and combination. After 5 minutes of looking for his locker he found his beat up paint chipped locker. Zach grabbed the lock and put in the combination. The locker swung open with force. He quickly put his bag in it and than slammed it shut. Zach then looked at the clock and saw the time, he only had 2 minutes to get to his class. He ran to his class as fast as he could. He entered the class and saw an old balding man with blue polo and brown pants. Zach sat down it the first seat available, it was next to a boy that looked to be his age. The boy was wearing a stained yellow shirt and purple shorts. He had on a pair of glasses on and acne all over. The boy then turned to Zach and said “Hey you look new, I am Alex. What’s your name?” Zach responded by saying “I am Zach, and yeah I am new. I just moved from New York.” Alex said, “Oh that's cool” but then was cut off by the teacher. The teacher

I was in 7th grade starting to read The Outsiders in class, I absolutely loved it so I rode my bike home as fast as I could. I had stayed up late until I finished the book my eyes tired and drooping from reading for so long but itching to get this book finished. Once I had finally finished it I was so happy but ready to find another great read I could sink into. I had always loved reading and learning new things in general. I wanted to know how things worked and was naturally curious but somewhere in my school career I had lost my ambition to learn. I began to think I was too stupid for all this, I was developing a fixed mindset thinking that I couldn’t gain any more knowledge than I already had that I was stuck. When I should’ve been fostering a growth mindset, trying to learn from my mistakes and grow from them. In my school career I have had many times I have fallen into these two mindsets or lost motivation all together.

The school dismissal bell has just rung and I walk slowly towards the back of the building towards the athletic wing. As I walk towards the trophy case, I am walking by memory because i am distracted by my own thoughts floating through my head of all the things I need to do before the day ends. My ends go back to focus and I find myself with the rest of my cross country team.

I bent down in front of my locker, putting my math quiz into its proper binder. A pair of burgundy colored Bearpaws appeared in my peripheral view, “Jules, there’s something I need to tell you.” I looked up to meet my best friend of three years eyes, and they were full of tears.

Buzz-buzz. My phone sounded promptly at 7:40 a.m. signaling the start of a new day. I groaned, still drowsy from the 3 hours of sleep I got. My previous night was just an express train of college applications and studying. A question manifested in my mind: "Should I go to school or just stay home and finish my app?" I shrugged off my drowsiness and decided the first option. Today, after all, is Halloween and I wanted to see the plethora of costumes decorating the school halls. I was heading towards the shower, preparing for another day of school. However, what happens latter this day will prove that it is no ordinary day, rather, one that will go down in history in infamy.

Bong! Bong! Bong! Sounded the cheesey end of the day bell. I was so excited to get out of school. Why? Today was the last day of second grade! . I could go home and take a much needed summer break. I thought to myself as a trotted out to the front of the building. It wasn't that easy though because of all the screaming and rambunctious kids trying to escape the prison also. I finally made it out of the chaos and into the pick/drop off lane. Frantically looking for my mom’s van so I can get away from the school. As I was looking for the jet black van when my pesky sister crept up behind me and started rambling about her day. The van finally pulled over, I lept in the back seat. I was greeted by a hello from both my parents?! That was surprising, usually only my mom comes to pick us up so that was strange. I didn’t think to much of it though because it was the last day which is kind of special. It would make sense if they both came, along with my little sister Natalie who was not in school yet. Anyway as we were pulling out of the parking lot. I looked back at Oakdale for the last time. We just recently moved so I was finishing off the school year. It was kind of sad not being able to see most of my friends that often. Pushing those confusing emotions aside, we started heading back home. Or so I thought.

I woke up to the sun poking up from the horizon. My eyes adjusting to morning they are still tired and so am I. I looked around, my two brothers and sister are still in all in a deep sleep. So I yelled at them to wake up.

“Beep, beep, beep…….” The alarm screamed! My chest began to pound and my hands started to sweat. I look over at the alarm clock, 7:05 a.m. and I knew today would be horrible. Waking up late is not what I wanted to do today. I ran to the shower, threw off my pajamas, and hopped in. “Burr!” I yelled, as the freezing water ran down my back. A million things began to run through my mind; will I make it to school on time, will I know anyone, what should I wear, is it going to be scary, what if the teachers are mean? Today was the big day, the day I started Miami Middle School as a sixth grader.

I am walking on the sidewalk, as far away as I can from the gas station for now. I run into a library. At least I get to rest a bit, while enjoying the cool air inside the building. I find a place to myself, a nice arm chair on the second floor of the building. It’s kind of weird that this library is so lovely, for such a run-down town. But I’m not complaining, I love libraries and I love to read. That’s another thing I appreciated most in my times in the place I call Hell. I was never allowed to own my own books; Ms. Annette didn’t like the fact that girls can be smart or like to learn like boys. Come on! It’s the 21st century, everything is different from the time that ancient hag was my age.

I woke to the sound of my mother yelling at younger brother to wake up. I knew I would be the next one she would wake up so I sat myself up in my bed and waited for her to come in and tell me to get ready for my day; she did this every morning.