It was around 6:00 pm, and my mom, and sister's Nikki and Tori, and myself, all walked out of the dirty, cream-colored door, leading into the garage at our house. As we piled into our dark blue mini-van to go to my third-grade parent/teacher/student conference, nervous energy was suspended in my skull. The nervousness didn't surprise me. I always felt fear whenever I headed to the parent/teacher conference. My mother, with her off black hair, and black grown-up looking glasses, must have sensed my nervous energy. Once I was secure in the front seat of the car, my mom tugged on my arm and hissed in my ear, in a reassuring tone, "You'll be fine. What do you have to worry about?" I shook my head and replied, "But.....What
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My mom drove out of the driveway, heading to the school. The school was a wide, brown brick building, two stories high. It had eight doors leading into the building. Two double doors on the left side of the building led into the gym. Three other doors were placed in the front. The right side of the building held one door. Two doors stood in the back of the school. The school had a playground located on the left side of the school. In addition, the school had two parking lots: one in the front of the building (the main parking lot) while the other was placed on the right of the building. As we pulled up into the parking lot of the school, I looked around at the surrounding cars, wondering how many of them would be, or were told that they aren't a good reader, and if I would be added to that sorrowful list. "Faith, you'll be fine," my mother addressed, sensing my worry once more, as we left the car and headed for the main doors of the …show more content…
Before I knew it, we were suddenly opening up the towering, stainless steel door leading into the vaulted ceilinged waiting/entrance hall of the school. There, we were beckoned into the school by the lady in the office next to where we were. My Mom, waving her hand as a "thank you" to the lady, ushered us forward towards the slightly less towering doors that lead into the front hall of the school. As we entered the central area of the school, I could smell lemon cleaners, crayons, and other school-like smells. Turning to our right, and then turning to our right again in a half circle, we marched up the minorly-slippery baby blue stairs, holding on to the cylinder shaped railing, that almost allowed us four to see our reflection in. Reaching the landing, we found our way to Mrs. Messina's classroom. Waiting for Mrs. Messina to call us in, I glanced up at the bulletin board which showed different papers we had done for the past half year. When I got bored of looking at the many papers stapled to the board, I resorted to pacing the multi-blue carpeted floor, that warmed the majority of the school
My mom drove out of the driveway, heading to the school. The school was a wide, brown brick building, two stories high. It had eight doors leading into the building. Two double doors on the left side of the building led into the gym. Three other doors were placed in the front. The right side of the building held one door. Two doors stood in the back of the school. The school had a playground located on the left side of the school. In addition, the school had two parking lots: one in the front of the building (the main parking lot) while the other was placed on the right of the building. As we pulled up into the parking lot of the school, I looked around at the surrounding cars, wondering how many of them would be, or were told that they aren't a good reader, and if I would be added to that sorrowful list. "Faith, you'll be fine," my mother addressed, sensing my worry once more, as we left the car and headed for the main doors of the …show more content…
Before I knew it, we were suddenly opening up the towering, stainless steel door leading into the vaulted ceilinged waiting/entrance hall of the school. There, we were beckoned into the school by the lady in the office next to where we were. My Mom, waving her hand as a "thank you" to the lady, ushered us forward towards the slightly less towering doors that lead into the front hall of the school. As we entered the central area of the school, I could smell lemon cleaners, crayons, and other school-like smells. Turning to our right, and then turning to our right again in a half circle, we marched up the minorly-slippery baby blue stairs, holding on to the cylinder shaped railing, that almost allowed us four to see our reflection in. Reaching the landing, we found our way to Mrs. Messina's classroom. Waiting for Mrs. Messina to call us in, I glanced up at the bulletin board which showed different papers we had done for the past half year. When I got bored of looking at the many papers stapled to the board, I resorted to pacing the multi-blue carpeted floor, that warmed the majority of the school