by Carolyn P., 8th Grade
School: it has never been my favorite place on earth. I mean any kid would rather one of those summer “do nothing” days then go to school, right?
However, I have always loved the first day of school. I always loved the confusion the new clothes and supplies, having to adjust to waking up at 6:30, rushing off to school. It always brought so many mixed emotions; being sad that summer was over, and being excited for a new school year.
When I get to school I love walking in, seeing the mob of children swarming the halls. They are like bees in a hive, working together (mostly). They crowd and make the hive busy. Through the buzz of the “bees” I hear Megan say “ Carolyn! What homeroom do you have, again?” I had no idea.
I like seeing all the new sixth graders who have no idea what they are going to do because they are adjusting to different periods and days. Even as an eighth grader I can relate, as I have new electives and new classes too.
I had no trouble finding my other friends; it was good to reunite after not seeing each other all summer. We exchanged funny summer stories that just can’t be posted on Facebook or texted on the phone. We told each other what classes we had. Then over the buzz of noise I just barely heard the first bell ring; it took me a while to find my homeroom and get settled, but I managed to sit down by the second bell alive. Getting our lockers was easy; getting everything in them was not, stuffing my backpack in the locker and the shelves that I didn’t have time to set up.
After that the day rushed by, with an assembly about how eighth grade was the year we should participate and lead, which inspired me, figuring out all our classes, and getting to know all our teachers (always one of my favorite parts of the beginning of the school year).
Last period was art studio 8 which always gives school a nice ending for me. I love paint splattering the scratch, scratch, scratch of colored pencils; and the silence that lets you know that everybody is working and thinking. Then I heard the familiar sound that I had heard ten times before that day. Then I knew I endured the first day of school.
I think you did an excellent job on this eloquent piece of writing.