My First Day In School

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It was the end of summer and the beginning of fall. Mornings were chilly not too cold just enough to wear a light sweater; you could feel the cool breeze coming in waiting to settle in for the season. When the afternoon came you could feel the warmth of summer still lingering in the air. With the beginning of fall coming in it also meant that there was another new school year that would start. This new school year was even more special than the other school years because this was the year an old school that’s been there for 106 years was going to be re-modeled, and it was also my senior year. I was half way through my first day of school as a senior; so far I felt good about my classes but yet there was one class I still needed to attend after …show more content…
I took my time walking in slow pace while all the other students walked at a faster pace trying to catch up with friends who were all excited to get to their classes. Once I took the last step of the concrete stairs that had cracks in them to the floor where the class was, I talked myself into not being afraid and that I would do great. The door was held open with a wooden doorstop. The desks were long tables set along the walls with computer tops, keyboards and mouse’s on them. The teacher’s desk was in the middle against the wall, it had small windows on both sides that looked outside to the street. When the windows were open you would hear cars pass by. As I walked in the teacher Mrs. Longoria a slim, average height woman wearing her blondish hair in a bun, was greeting the children. After greeting Mrs. Longoria who would be my math teacher though out the year, I saw a brown …show more content…
Some of the seniors were enjoying the last few weeks of school. I was in the library doing any work that needed to be turned in and studying for the test. I would get distracted from the noise of the construction and mostly from the laughter and chatter coming from the courtyard. I had to ignore it and get focused. I would go the library for at least two hours after school. The noise of the construction and the care free seniors where fading away, as I was sinking in to my work. A couple weeks later, when the seniors had a week left of school, I walked in to class. I saw Ismael sitting in the same spot he sat in the first day of class and with the same yellow shirt. He asked “Are you going to retake the test?” I responded, “Yeah I have to, I haven’t been studying for nothing.” I walked towards Mrs. Longoria and told her, “I’m ready to retake the test.” she just told me, “Ok, here you go. Good luck.” Walking back to my seat I flipped through the two pages filled with 20 questions and thought I need to pass this. Getting ready to take the test Ismael said, “Don’t think about it too hard, you’ll do good.” I said, “Thanks.” I got right into the test, focused and determined to get a better grade than the last time. Once I completed the test I looked over it a couple times making sure I answered and completed all the questions. There were a few questions I was unsure of but I felt I did better this time. I got up from my seat nervously and

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