"It's time to go! Are you girls ready?" my mom called down the taupe stairway that led to our classroom. "Yeah, we'll be right up." I answered as I skimmed my text one last time before stuffing it into a bag with the rest of my books. I lingered at the old wooden desk a moment longer, checking to make sure I had everything. "C'mon Bella, we've got to get going." my sister said as she turned off the computer. I quickly crammed a few more pens in my bag and followed her up the stairs. We said goodbye to our mom and headed off to school.
For the average high school sophomore, this could have been the start of a typical semester. For me, however, it was something much more exciting. This was my first time taking classes in a “real” school. For …show more content…
I went into the cafeteria and asked one of the staff members if she happened to know where the class was. Unfortunately for us, she did not. I returned to the hall and glanced at the syllabus for the hundredth time that day. The only room number that I could find on there on there was the office number. I quickly sprinted up three flights of stairs in search of the professor’s office. I was so panicked that it never occurred to me that she would already be in the class until I was standing in front of her empty office. I anxiously darted around the corner where I found someone in an office nearby. We explained our situation and after a few agonizing moments, she was able to point us in the right direction. We thanked her sincerely and hurried back down the stairs.
The English Composition classroom was only a stone's throw away from where we were in the first place. It was 11:00. I cautiously poked my head in to make sure we were in the right classroom and, much to my relief, there was a Writers Handbook on several desks. Never in my life had any English text looked so welcoming. After apologizing to the professor for showing up late, I slid into an empty desk and quickly scribbled down an introduction. Fortunately, we hadn't missed too much and much to my surprise, I actually enjoyed the rest of the
For the average high school sophomore, this could have been the start of a typical semester. For me, however, it was something much more exciting. This was my first time taking classes in a “real” school. For …show more content…
I went into the cafeteria and asked one of the staff members if she happened to know where the class was. Unfortunately for us, she did not. I returned to the hall and glanced at the syllabus for the hundredth time that day. The only room number that I could find on there on there was the office number. I quickly sprinted up three flights of stairs in search of the professor’s office. I was so panicked that it never occurred to me that she would already be in the class until I was standing in front of her empty office. I anxiously darted around the corner where I found someone in an office nearby. We explained our situation and after a few agonizing moments, she was able to point us in the right direction. We thanked her sincerely and hurried back down the stairs.
The English Composition classroom was only a stone's throw away from where we were in the first place. It was 11:00. I cautiously poked my head in to make sure we were in the right classroom and, much to my relief, there was a Writers Handbook on several desks. Never in my life had any English text looked so welcoming. After apologizing to the professor for showing up late, I slid into an empty desk and quickly scribbled down an introduction. Fortunately, we hadn't missed too much and much to my surprise, I actually enjoyed the rest of the