School Day

Just leaving the library at Fountain Lake High school, the shy new kid Sam is walking down the long busy hallway to his locker amidst the crowd of loud kids. As Sam is going to his locker he is worried that he will be noticed today because he wore brighter clothes than usual. Suddenly he is dragged from his thoughts when someone trips him, and he stumbles into another student before falling face first on the hard white tiled floor. His black-framed glasses fall off, and all of his books and papers scatter across the hallway floor. Sam looks around to find his glasses, but everything is blurry. Unexpectedly, a boy he has never seen before finds his glasses and hands them to Sam. As Sam puts his glasses back on he gets a clear look at

On what I thought was a normal school day in November 2014, a strange silence seemed to overcome the hallways of Franklin High School in Reisterstown, Maryland, broken only by the occasional whispers of my classmates. That day at lunch, I finally discovered what the eeriness was about. Our classmate, Brandon Rivera, had committed suicide overnight. I didn’t know Brandon well, but I overheard from my peers that he had shown some signs of depression. Unfortunately, no one – neither his family, friends, nor teachers – had caught on, and therefore, no one was able to provide Brandon with the help that could have saved his life. Would Brandon still be here today if someone had noticed he was suffering from depression? Would he still be

Have you heard about many schools going to a four day school week and why they would, so by changing the school week to four days it can save money, help teachers, and give students and teachers better morale. When the teachers are at school planning they get that extra day to do so, therefore they are more confident in the way they are teaching their classes. Colby Public Schools should adopt the four day school system because the cost for transportation and meals will be cheaper, the shorter week will give both the students and teachers more time to do studies or do other things in their social life, and while the students are off doing other things the teachers can plan for the week.

It was a cold, rainy Thursday, with the rain pelting the window. It was freezing, even though it was the end of summer’s blazing days. My tiny, uneducated brain was ready for my first day of elementary. Little did I know, this would be a very disgusting day. I joyfully woke up to my mom’s calming voice and hopped out of bed without any hesitation. My crazy hair needed to be controlled so my mom willingly sprayed her rat poison in my hair in the small bathroom. I remember seeing her and my sisters face peering through the wide mirror. My mom had surprisingly a look of worry on her face while my sister looked excited. After escaping the tiny bathroom, my little self set off like a rocket to my room to throw on my clothes made at Kohls. I dug into my drawers and found all the clothes my mom ordered me to find. I fit into brown cargo shorts, a white collared shirt, and really high socks. I looked proudly at myself in my closet mirror that definitely needed to be washed. As I grabbed my heavy bag that felt like it was full of weights and swung the door, I laid my eyes upon my dog. She was curious why I was leaving today. I remembered that I wouldn’t see her until the day was over. The fear now hit me. Worry started to flow through my veins as I hopped in my mom’s black Ford SUV.

The school bell rings at 2:50 indicating the end of the school day. I race out of my AP Chemistry class and head straight for my car parked across the street from the high school. Within four minutes, I’m pulling out of the parking lot and heading north on McHenry Avenue. As I drive as “efficiently” as possible, I scan the street for any dangers. I approach the only stoplight on this relatively short journey and I pray that it’s green. Luckily, it almost always is. I continue up the street for a few more blocks and pull into the parking lot of the public library at 2:58. I put the car in park, turn it off, open the glove department and grab my earbuds, and take the water bottle from my backpack. I sprint up the stairs, into the Youth Department, and straight to the carts of books to be put away. Within seconds, my earbuds are in, the podcast app is open, and I’m pulling a cart of books over to the Junior Non-Fiction section.

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.

The school day had just started just when, things had already taken a turn for the worst for Jack. He had decided to not do his math work and decided to talk to his sister who was born at the same time as him, Jess. He had asked her, “ Jess, do you have the answer to number 10?” Jack looked at her face. Jess had looked at to him in a charming way, which made him nervous, since if she did that, it would mean she wouldn’t have it or she would not give her answer to that. “ Well, I do! Though, I won’t give it to you!” she winks, after laughing for a few seconds. “ Aw come on Jess! You’re my sister! You have to help!!! Please Jess?” Jack asks, desperate for mercy from Mr. Wilson. Speaking of Mr. Wilson, here he comes, back from his bathroom break! “ Okay everyone. You have to hand in your work now.” He says in a nice voice. Jess, Max, Mike, Rachel, and Ellie hand in their class work.

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.

Having a day off of school or work is something many people wish for. However, that wish is coming true for many across the U.S! Four-day school weeks are a growing trend that has become increasingly popular in recent times. We should have four-day school weeks because it brings higher student and teacher morale, it allows students to have an extra day away from school, and it helps decrease budget spending. Although there are skeptics of the four-day school week, there are no known negative effects of this four-day schedule.

After I had taken a shower and changed, I went downstairs to eat breakfast. My mom was making pancakes, so I sat down and checked to make sure I had everything I needed for my first day of school. “Pencils, check. Notebooks, check. Binder, check. Index cards, check. Paper, check. Planner, check.” I made a very long mental checklist to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. Then, I noticed a plate of pancakes with maple syrup sitting in front of me, so I started eating. The pancakes were delicious and they nearly melted in my mouth and the maple syrup made them even softer and tastier. I loved it.

“Tomorrow is it!!! The day we all graduate and become high school students.” This was my thought as we were coming to the end of school. I never thought about being ready to leave middle school. It felt just like yesterday when I was the new kid in 2nd grade. Time flew and now i'm a day away from graduating.

I looked at the clock and noticed it was five am. We were planning to leave at 5:30 to my new boarding school to reach there at eight. I was required transfer to the Danville Academy for Gifted Students since I was accepted as a ninth grader. I was deemed lucky, as many don’t get selected to go to this school. Once again, my ears heard the loud voice of my mum hollering for me to hurry up. Thankfully I had packed my bags the night before, I was running terribly behind schedule. By the time we got in the car and left it was 5:45.

It was a hot friday, at Dave Burg High School, and Rob was walking too his 7th period class. He had to walk threw a hallway with a shiny floor and school pictures on the walls, and then go down a staircase and to the gym. He was not excited. He didn’t like gym at all. Luckily he still had 4 minutes to get down there so he knew he was gonna make it on time, which was special for him.

I finally got outside and it’s 7:35 .Thoughts started to rush through my head like a running river. I wonder if the bus came yet? If so, how am I going to get to school today? Although these thoughts came rushing in my head; I knew that the bus would come whenever it chose to come, leaving me bewildered in the process. Finally, I arrived at school infinitesimally irritated with how my morning had gone so far not knowing things would get much worse as my day had so much in store for me. I got to school and started to go through the line to get breakfast. I got my food and I was on my way to class, but then, a person whose name I have no idea bumped into me and caused my arm to spill all the food that was nestled in it. Great, I'm hungry and now I will stay that way until someway, somehow I find food to quench my hunger. I walked to the first period and

A moment later she asked the tall, large man, “Are you Mr. Mckutchin?” in her small elfin-like voice. A question to which he replied, “People have called me that, yes.”