Taking a quick left I come to the entrance but when I try to open the doors they don’t budge. ‘They must be locked’ I think to myself. Once again I take off trying to find somewhere to hide. Running down the hallway I was in just hours ago talking to Jamie, I head to my calculus classroom. I climb up a second set of stairs and walk down a dark moonlit hallway.
I was on my own now, facing the great unknowns of preschool. I took a deep breath, gave Mom my biggest bearhug, and said my goodbyes. I knew for a fact that Mom left while I was at school, but the fear of her leaving me was still there. This fear, however, continued to shrink smaller and smaller every day I saw the van in the parking lot. Learning my abc’s and 123’s had been fun, but that was for preschoolers.
I had bought my first school supplies making sure I got everything that was written on the list given by the school. I had picked out a bag with the character Mickey mouse drawn all over it. The night before school started anxiety started to make me nervous. Finally, after many thoughts and feelings, I slept unconsciously. I woke up the next morning having the shakes and being cold.
I felt imprudent for not excelling in reading and writing, watching my friends surpass me was devastating. That all changed however when I got assigned a book that ended up changing my life. Sitting there in Mr. Banks English II class I awaited my first reading assignment and to no avail, I was completely dreading the entire assignment. Mr. Banks cleared his voice, then directed our attention to the front, “We will be reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Steven Chbosky this semester. Regardless of whether you have seen the movie, it is definitely worth the read.” When Mr. Banks mentioned the movie, a light bulb went off in my head, suddenly I was bombarded with glimpses of what I had remembered watching.
That morning I cried as I washed up in icy cold water, packed a snack for my brother and not myself because there was not enough for both of us, and prepared for a very long walk. That day I walked well over 6 miles as my brother’s school was in the opposite direction of my own. That day I realized how important my education was to me. Education meant that for a moment I could be selfish in my desires and center myself into a world of my own. Those desires still ring true today.
Thesis Statement: The library is a good place for relaxation at Limestone College. When I was my first day of classes at Limestone College, I went to do some homework, which Miss Stubblefield sent me about a descriptive essay, Moreover, I was so confused because in my room would be extremely weird to write this essay because I did not have a desk to study. However, I started thinking, and the first place to think was the famous ¨Library¨. Even though was my first day of classes, I was so embarrassed to go alone to the library, I thought that everyone was going to say, that I am a nerd. Before going to the library, I took a deep breath and I moved my legs as fast as I could and I went upstairs to the second floor to stud.
It’s another normal day after school, I stepped out of the school gate and get ready to go home. On my way back, I thought of all the positive and negative events that happened at school today, it was mainly positive I guess. The only negative thing seeing was a boy that just entered middle school, getting picked on by the bullies, I really hate them. I’m home, so I enter my house. “How’s school today, honey?” My mom asks.
When my brother and cousin were both read we all made our way to the bus stop with our parents. As soon as I sat down I felt nauseous, back home I used to get really bad motion sickness from buses. I immediately started a conversation with my cousin to help distract me. My cousin helped me get to my class and soon left to go on her own. I entered and the teacher immediately greeted me, she knew I couldn 't speak English so she led me to my assigned chair and said something which I didn 't understand but I still smiled and nodded.
As I walked along the road to my new school, I spent a few minutes worrying about what school would be like. Would everyone think I was stupid and weird because I couldn’t talk in english? Will I be able to make new friends? What if the teacher was scary? My mom and dad gave my hands a warm squeeze after noticing my solemn expression.