My teacher asked me my schedule, the papers I got in homeroom and she explained everything for me her voice comforted me. It was all my fault I didn’t bother to look at the papers and my schedule. I learned that it’s always worthy to follow directions. She told me to go to my second period. I got up and started walking to the door everyone’s eyes were on me with nervousness on one hand and fear on the other, I reached for the door knob.
While eating our lukewarm and bland sandwiches, my friends and I joked around with each other, sharing loving insults. As we laughed and discussed what we did over the summer, I realized that I had not felt this happiness in a long time. Despite the noisy atmosphere and the mediocre sandwiches, I knew that this would be the part of everyday that I looked forward to. After lunch, I went through the rest of my classes feeling at ease.
It was a cloudy fall day, this particular morning in first grade. The air was cold and wind slowly crept up my back mysteriously. The walk to John Stewart Elementary School was horrible. Yesterday, I had gotten into a fight with my friend, Ava about what she thought I said. To make matters worse, it turned out to be Thursday which meant that I had to walk with Ava to school.
Overworked. That’s the closest word that I could use to describe this week. I feel like this journal is going to be about me just bickering, yet there is some stuff you might want to read about. First of all, I have been sleeping three hours this week because of upcoming midterms, quizzes, and assignments due. I am sleep deprived and mentally drained and as my second year in college I have never had my life drained out of my body like a passing shadow. Yes, I know it comes in the college package, but come on – I feel like a zombie. Nonetheless, this week has been overwhelming, but at the end of the day it will be worth it. Alright, I am most definitely sure you’re wondering when I am going to start talking about what I learned this week so
At 5:45 AM the alarm on my phone blared some generic default tone that I had never gotten around to changing. This was probably the earliest I’ve ever gotten up in my entire life. I groggily removed myself from the pile of blankets on the floor that I had been sleeping in and headed for the shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face and searched my near empty closet for something to wear on my first day of school. Although I was absolutely exhausted and there was yet to be any furniture in my room, I was thrilled to be transferring to Pattonville High School in midst of my junior year and living in a bigger house in a better community.
It was a normal morning in my house. As usual, my dad woke me up and I got ready for my day. I moped out to the kitchen where my breakfast was waiting. When I walked onto the bus and arrived at school. I walked into Kaneland John Stewart Elementary School and walked into my first grade room.
I woke up early and put on the clothes that I had laid out from the night before. I went to the kitchen grabbed a Poptart and headed out the door to find the bus coming up my street. Walking onto the bus gave me a whiff of Expo Markers and and an overload of Axe cologne that I’m guessing an awkward teenage boy showered in. I sat on the hard, poorly cushioned seat next to a small girl with pigtails and a Doc Mcstuffins backpack. Man, this is my first day of being in the Middle School; first day of sixth grade, I thought to myself.
All of the other kids became silent and scared of Miss Fisher. On my way home I began thinking about how much I wanted to go to school earlier this morning. Now, I never want to go back. School is worse than I thought it would be. I thought of it as this fun place of learning and meeting new friends.
Everything was black until my rude awakening. I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock shrieking like no tomorrow. I throw myself out of my bed trying not to fall back asleep. I think to myself, Great, another day of school, and that was my first thought, the first thing I thought about the day, but what I would be thinking later would be much worse. Tomorrow I have my first geometry unit and next week I would be having my first geometry quiz.
As a student in elementary school, I never had very many friends. I was never invited to parties or hang outs and was always kind of left out. Sure, my classmates didn’t mean to do this to me, but the reality of it hurt. This year, I changed. I took what I had learned and I made something better out of it.
There wasn’t anything special about today or any day really. If you know anything about me, Peyton Otto, you know I basically live in my room doing some type of homework or project. My best friend, Valerie Scott, always thinks I’m insane for doing work on the weekend instead of taking a break from school. She may be my one of my closest friend, my only friend to be exact, but I feel that she doesn’t understand me. The thing is, we are total opposites, but yet we are really good friends, like they say, “Opposites attract.”
I had a pretty relaxed Thanksgiving Break. On Saturday and Sunday all of my friends were either busy or away so I did not have anything have anything to do. I just watched T.V. and chilled out both days. Except on Saturday night the Coronado High School boys were playing their most important game of the year, so my family and went and cheered them on. Then, on Monday and Tuesday I was really busy with water polo. Both days I had a water polo clinic from eleven to two with a retired Hungarian Olympian. I also had practice from four thirty to six thirty; more people came to Monday's practice than Tuesdays. On Monday night the U.S.A. Women's water polo team was playing Australia in La Jolla and I got to watch that to. The score was seven
Thanksgiving Break The main thing I did over my thanksgiving break was hunting. It was Bob Carter, Andy Carter, Wayne Woulsy, Willy Carter, and I. We started duck hunting on Wednesday on the 23rd of November. Are first hunt we saw a bunch of mallard ducks light on a pool east of are blind. We killed 1 wood duck and 1 wigeon duck.
Andrew, my older brother, in middle of the road he was tired to keep ride the ox for 1 month. He asked me to replace him, so he can get some sleep. But then I do not have any experience of riding ox, that cause our wagon go wrong trail. The sky was dark like almost rain, I was panic. Everyone was in poor health because digest least food. It will take the several days to get back the trail, I scare that we can’t get back in time.