Short Story- First Day Essay

Most people go about their business, especially in a classroom. Some students have their faces buried in paperwork, some have their headphones on, some dozing off, or chatting with a friend. Most times it’s just a quiet room with blank stares waiting for the teacher to arrive. Usually when people’s eyes meet, especially

You’ve reached the classroom now, the right one, you’re sure, but there’s already people inside and you’re early, so you lean against a wall and wait. You keep your mind perfectly blank as you watch the students, now your peers, go by. You notice the rock in your shoe again, and you contemplate it’s and then your very own existence for a while, very heavy but not unpleasant before class thoughts.

Using the last bit of energy I have left, I jog to the huddle. A lady signals me to the front of the line. I let out a big sigh of relief and begin relaxing a bit and walk.

Quickly I jump to my feet purposely stumbling and gaining a few giggles from my class mates as I throw on my 'oh my gosh how embarrassing' face. I smile as big as I can and I let it fill my face and push it into my teachers usually furrow-brow-frowning demeanor. Like butter he melts under my gaze urging him to be easygoing as I point to where it is on the skeleton and quickly walked back to my seat.

I sigh a head back to the classroom I know I have been gone for far too long for it to be considered normal and the last thing I need is for the teacher to come after me. I walk into the all to silent classroom which of course makes everyone stare at me. "What took you so long? I bet you were scared and ran off like a little bit-" "you might want to think about how you end that sentence before you go any further" the teacher warns.

When N got into class, she followed her other classmates to her seat. She sat in the middle of the carpet and stared sideways for the first part of the class. The teacher wrote the word ‘respect’ on the board and asked the class to spell it with her, but N continued to stare off to the side of the classroom (where the piano was). The class also sang a couple of songs, one that just introduced them to

when i look at the class my eyes go straight to a boy with brown hair and a funny jaw. "Their are two seats in front of Scott and Stiles. Please raise your hand boys" I watch as the boy with the funny jaw and the kid next to him put up their hands.

Ouch, I yelp as a branch slaps me in the face, but I don't care. I keep running faster than my legs can take me. Henceforth my idiotic choice of still running causes my feet slip from under me and then I fall into a rock hard bed of mulch. A water balloon slaps me on the back and with a thud, water splashes all over me, drenching me. I slowly inch myself up, bracing myself for Joey to chuck another water balloon at me. I open my eyes, and I look around. No Joey? I know he must be hiding from me, so I look in all the nooks and crannies. Still no Joey. I turn the chuck another water balloon. I open my eyes, and I look around. No Joey? I know he must be hiding from me, so I look in all the nooks and crannies. Still no Joey. I turn the corner and

“Every time you come to class you just sit there in a ball! Your arms are always crossed, your legs are shaking, and you have this blank stare. Everybody else is scared to approach you because they don’t know what's going on.”

I shuffled into the next classroom. When I found my way to the front of the door I was greeted with an expression of awe and wonder from the students. The teacher slowly glanced at me and a look of surprise spread on her face too. She said “hi there what are you doing here?”. The realization took hold of me again as I realised all of the students in her class were staring at me. The words slipped out

Standing in front of about 20 beaming eyes staring at me I struggled to keep my composure. “You teach the class!” I was just a small child in the fifth grade. I was stuck inside a deep hole that I had no control over. “Well? What are learning?” At that moment tears started rolling down my cheeks and my head was in the dumps.

It figures that I'm sitting in the blind spot of the teacher. No one even told her. It's either because I'm invisible or no one puts in enough effort to look around and actually notice me. The end of school bell filled the classroom, lighting up the faces of students wanting to go home.

I roll my pencil back and forth on the desk, trying to ignore all the chatter of my classmates. I fish out my phone and unlock it just as our homeroom teacher walks in.

After a few more minutes, we get to school. The building is 3 stories tall, having 900 students to take care of. It always feels a little cramped, but I have gotten used to it. I walk through the giant glass doors, and walk through the tight and crowded halls. The smooth white tiles glistening the light from the lights over head. It gets a little deffing sometimes. The bright lights, and white floors. Sometimes I feel like the only thing keeping me from insanity here is the fact that the student’s clothes are different

I sat in the back of the class quietly as everybody stared at me. I glance up at everybody before looking back down at my desk.