Locker

up and go through the line, saying “Good game, good game, good game…” I walk back over to the bench and take off my helmet and chest pad, keeping on the clunky shin and foot pads for now; I’ll wait until I’m back to the locker room to take those off. I slowly walk back to the locker room, and open the door and see my team taking off their gear. They all have tired smiles on their face; I do too. We played a great game. I walk into the corner and unceremoniously drop my stuff in the general area…

8:05 A.M., Chris is sprinting his down the hall to English, only to find everyone sitting down, staring at the entrance of the room, and the teacher marking everyone but him present. This would not have happened if Chris’s locker had not jammed when he attempted to open it to put his bag inside. East Jordan Middle High School has an issue with the amount of tardies and absences of students. The way to fix EJMHS’s issue is to rewind it’s ban on bags in classrooms, which would also help with other…

that belong on the side of a house, wishing that I had enough time to go to my locker between my classes so my backpack wouldn’t weigh so much. I have no time to go to the restroom either, so I plan on asking in class to go. I hope that I that I don’t miss Mr. Chesterton go over the study guide while I’m in the restroom. At Awty we must extend time in between classes kids don’t have enough time to get books from their locker, when kids are rushed there is a higher chance that you will forget a…

creeping into my voice as the need to know who he was creeped back. “Oh, the new boy?” Becky said coyly, as if she had already added him to her list of conquests. “Yes, the new boy. What were you saying about him?” I asked again as I moved from my locker and closer to hers, hoping to catch every detail about this boy in the black hoodie that I could. “Well, I heard that he used to go to a school in some big city...maybe New York...I can’t really remember…” and then she continued to drone on and…

The stage was set. The locker room was quieter than mice. Everyone was preparing for, perhaps the biggest game of their lives. Before the game, my team and I had recently watched the movie, The Miracle on Ice. We were inspired. From there, our coach had read the lines for the current game. My name wasn’t said until the end. I thought to myself “Oh great, hardly any playing time again”. Me and my teammate Kyle, glanced at each other and watched the opposing team, the Soo Jr. Lakers step onto…

homework folder and make sure my assignments are in there.Mrs.McGrath sends us to our lockers to put our homework in our homework. We eventually line up to go to Mrs. Key’s socials studies class. She's very mean to us except to four students .She gives them cool nicknames out of the whole first grade. I'm walking with the rest of the class down the hallway between the bright newly painted primary colored lockers while Mrs. Mcgrath waves at us goodbye with her wrinkly fragile hand.I walk with my…

quarterback does an interview, answering questions while choking back his tears. Some kids went straight back to the locker room. I stayed on the field for another 15 minutes. I watched the other team celebrate, and I knew that should’ve been us. I tried to take it all in one last time. The smell of the grass, the turf burns on my arms that have turned to scars. I walked into the locker room and looked around. Took in the sight of this small room, filled with bags and gear. The trash cans filled…

The clock ticks, only a minute of class. Buzz, Buzz the bell rings and out we dash into the hallway. Zig- zagging through the many other kids chattering in the hall. As I reach my locker, I gather up my things and bring down to the locker room. A pond arrival my friends and I set our bags down and begin to converse about what we should do in the mean time before the game starts. As we get snacks before the game the savoir taste is wonderful after a long…

Buzzz! The sound of the siren goes off. It is halftime. Jogging off the court, I follow my team to the locker room, all of us sweaty, out of breath, and completely dejected. What happen to the Baron pride at the beginning the game? It seems that even the coaches have given up on us as they stomp out the locker room in frustration. We all sit in a room overflowing with silence and tension. I stand and say, “Ladies, why are we letting a few bad plays and missed shots completely discourage us? We…

rings, the teacher comes up to me saying “Next time pay attention instead of looking at the clock, time will pass by faster”. I carelessly just nod my head and walk away. I race down the long hallway and down the stairs to finally get to the varsity locker room, meeting up with my friends Brian and Alex. As we walk in we hold our nose, trying not to smell…