I remember the days of recess being some of the most fun I’ve had at school. All of the days outside seemed to roll into one. It felt somewhere between a warm summer day and a crisp autumn noon. There were dew drops on the grass that all had just about evaporated into the baby blue sky. The sun was shining bright overhead, with the occasional puffy white cloud …show more content…
Now while this might not seem to be that big of a deal, it is a pretty important detail. At the big playground there was enough room and space for each clique to do whatever they wanted. There would be: a game of kickball in the grass by the hill, tag or some imaginary game in the playground, a game of hopscotch or jump rope on the blacktop, and a place to talk to people and climb about in the wood chip section.
On the small playground however, there was a larger blacktop area, but it always seemed packed with more jump rope, four square, basketball, and hopscotch than there was room for. There was a small playground area for everyone else to herd into because for some reason or another the teachers wouldn 't let us go on the grass.
This however, couldn 't have made John happier. On the playground he was King of Camelot and everyone else were his subjects, while his legion of other “cool” kids were his Knights of the Round. With less space to play games of our own, we were then drawn into the games of the King and his …show more content…
By the end of recess, he would go back to class with a smirk on his face and continue not to learn. John stayed like this way all throughout elementary school; more worried about his image and popularity than school work. John continued in his ways like a tire stuck in mud, repeating its cycle over and over.
When Elementry was over and Middle School started, John wasn’t as popular. Sure he still had his group of friends, but he had become a small fish in a big pond. John was chained back by his inability to work and learn because he had never done so before. This led to him getting suck to a remedial classes, while I moved on to advanced classes. Without any more classes with John, I would just see him passing by in the halls. He was no longer this amazing king, but a mere civilian in the masses.
As we transitioned into high school I continued down my road of advanced class, whilen John continued down his pitfall. I recently saw John in the halls and he had hit rock bottom. He was now longer even a normal face in the crowd, he was an