My School Day

It was mid-morning when I pulled up to school, still wondering if I made the right decision by enrolling. Instead of feeling calm, cool, and collected the only thing arriving early did was increase the feeling of impending doom. My mind was racing a mile a minute. Am I going to be able keep up to the bright minds fresh out of high school? It was time to find out.

1.Contact with members of the lower castes always reminded him painfully of this physical inadequacy

Today is the perfect day to just relax and write or read. Or at least that’s what my inner nerdy girl enjoys. There is just something about rainy days that suddenly causes me to want to be an intellectual and suddenly have a craving for tea. But, let’s be honest, I drink coffee instead. I presume I just want some down time after a crazy semester. Just over a week ago, I took my last final that was holding me between undergrad classes and true, real OT classes. It is one of the most relieving, yet terrifying feelings ever. It feels like just yesterday I received my acceptance letter into my top choice OT program, unknowing of the hectic two years that lied before me. These past two years have left me with so many life

My day began with Fergalicious blaring from my cell phone to wake me up at 5:45 a.m. It took me several minutes to muster the strength to roll out of bed. It was time to visit Luther College in Decorah, Iowa. After a warm shower, an hour of primping, and a quick breakfast my mom, dad and I were on our way to Decorah. The hour drive seemed to last an eternity. Several things were running through my head during this long drive. I was reminiscing on my visit to the University of Iowa that I went to the day before, and how at home I felt in Iowa City. I was also thinking about all the things I could be doing besides this college visit. Eventually we pulled up to the Luther campus my mom turned to me in the back seat and pleaded:

A red sun rises, blood has been spilled, as more kids from high school go to suffer through college. Unfortunately, I'm among them. Every year on this day the August the 15th, millions of kids go to their last stage in school that is most commonly known as college. I have not heard very great things about college the only reason I'm going is that my guidance counselor said I’d be a good lawyer.I already regret listening to her.

The air is brisk and thin when I step out the door, my knees shivering as the bone-chilling wind hits my wobbly legs. I look up to see the gray sky hiding the sun from the world. What a lovely day I mutter sarcastically to no one in particular. I look down at the cracked sidewalk and adjust my backpack straps and continue to walk to school. When I reach the school entrance, there are so many students that I HAVE to lift my head to avoid getting run into by the hundred of teenagers. After the 4th period is over I head to my locker for lunch. Now everyone has made mistakes in their life, but this mistake will haunt me until

Oh, no! That just isn’t right. I’m Laurie and I am going to tell you what really happened the year I went to kindergarten. As I was headed out the door with my new blue jeans with a belt my aunt got me as a present for my birthday this was unusual because I usually wear corduroy overalls with bibs. Anyways as the older girl next door she was distracting me from my mom because she wanted to know what day it was. As i passed the corner I realized I forgot to stop and wave good-bye to me. As we were few steps from the crossing guard to go onto campus, I see the clouds darkening and air . I left the girl walk with her friends I quickly try to run as fast as I can too not be late for my first day of school, but I heard a noise in the corner where I was suppose to turn and then I found myself in an alleyway between a Home Depot and Stater Bros. I looked at the sewer lid then boom! Lighting hit the the stop sign nearby seeing it burn up. As I looked back at the lid It was open with the lid on the side of the road. Then I felt a slight touch on my shoulder. I turn back and see me. He said “ You are my ticket to the good life”

The last day of school was a good day. Instead of having to take an ELAR exam, we did PSP. On the last day I had ELAR for 4th and 5th period. I didn’t have to do anything. Since we didn’t have to take a test we got to play games and mess around. The day went by really slow, but I was fine with that. I was having fun messing around and playing board games with my friends. At last, I heard the bell ring.

Every day after school I watched Amelia run towards the High School, her backpack bounced with every step. Even now in High School she runs behind the school. She’s looking for something, or going towards something. I have never talked to Amelia. I have never seen her speak to anyone unless necessary. I also have only seen her at school. She seems to never leave here, as if something ties her down.

It was December 23rd, and it was a cold snowy and windy day that morning when I woke up. It started with a warm hot chocolate with pancakes for breakfast. Then I hop in the car with my mom to ride to school at 7:15 because she works their, and I go to school their, so I ride with her. When my friends start showing up to school I know this will be my last day of school with my best friends since kindergarten, so I knew I have to make the most out of today. It started by playing football in the 3 feet of snow with them, and then the bell rang.

Fifth grade 2015-2017. So, this summer a lot has happened. First, I moved three miles away from my old house, which was not that different except for the fact that there are only five other houses on this one street neighborhood. Unlike my old house where there were tons of houses in the enormous neighborhood. Then after all that I switched schools because I had more friends that went to the other school but you never know maybe I won’t have any classes with them. So, you can see why I have every right to be nervous, but I am more excited than nervous for some reason.

I heard footsteps behind me, as I wandered towards the tissue box at the front of the classroom. I whipped around to find my classmate, Ellie, tiptoeing behind me. I really wasn't in the mood to talk to her right then, so I glowered at her, hoping she`d take the hint and go back to her seat. Long story, short...she didn`t. So, every time she opened her mouth to talk to me, I reeled my head in the opposite direction. What she had put me through the day before was wrong. Didn't she realize?

Kids running, bells (and phones) ringing, teachers yelling names off their attendance lists. The only thing I felt was tension as I was in the middle of a hurricane of rushing students. It was absolute chaos as the first bell rang on the first day of middle school, signaling that classes were about to start.

“Lub dub lub dub lub dub” That was the sound of my heart pounding out of my chest at 8 O’clock in the morning of September 6th. This was not just another Orthodox day. This unholy day signified the end of summer and the beginning of students despondency: School. I laid my right hand firmly on my chest, in efforts of stopping my alarming heart beat from waking up my cousin that was gracefully sleeping just 7 foot away. I tried in vain to imagine jubilant experiences at American Public schools, which I had obtained from books to make me feel less nervous. I held on to books by Maya Angelou, Harper Lee, and other great authors to familiarize myself with the complex American culture.

My heart was pounding and I couldn't sit still. It was the first day of school. While summer had just reached its peak, here I was at summer school. Thankfully, I had never failed a class. I just wanted to get a bit ahead in high school. It was a decision that I was beginning to regret. I could still be sleeping in my cozy bed at home, but yet I chose to take summer school, and here I was. I was in my dad's car, it was precisely 8:24 and class started at 8:30. We were parked in front of the school and I had no idea where to enter from or where to go. My stomach was full of butterflies and I was already filled with fear. After my dad called the school and found the door they had specified, it was time to go. As I was getting out of the car, my dad yelled "Have a nice day!", "Easy for him to say," I thought. Not only did I not know anybody in the school, I was sure that 95% of the kids in summer school would have failed the class previously, leading me to question their friendliness and behavior. In addition, I was also sure that everyone there already had freshman year under their belt, meaning they would be familiar with the school. I was the odd one out, fresh out of 8th grade and not even a freshman. "At least I will know the building when high school actually starts," I thought as I walked to the door.