“Just mention Alaska,” I told myself on my first day of fifth grade at Middletown Elementary. “People go crazy over it.” It was my first time moving in between school years and being young and gullible, I was excited for school. At the time I never realized how few go to Alaska, so I was confused every time the spotlight shined on me when I uttered that state. But I never did shy from it. I adored it.
But no, I did not live in an igloo or ever met a penguin that wasn’t in a zoo.
“I am gonna make all new friends,” I continued ranting to myself to tame my nervousness on the car ride to school. “You are fine. You’re good.” With every ditch in the back roads from Jefferson to Middletown, I started to morph from excited to basically wanting …show more content…
While the office lady and my mother were talking I explored the building from the window in the office.
This place doesn’t have walls!
The only place with real cement walls was the office but the rest of the school was just separators that look like they could domino effect across the school if someone lost their footing. My mother eventually finished, breaking my daze and escorting me to my first class. It turns out my first class was right across the main office so we just skipped across the hallway (I guess it's a hallway, but there's no walls to make a hallway) to my class.
The classroom was bright with children’s drawings scattered across the “walls” and a big map on the far left side. There was no desks but two rows of four tables facing the front of the room where the teacher’s desk and big chalk board was. When I entered was a spectacle. Every kid lost interest in learning cursive and turned their attention to me. My mother scooted me over to them, reminding me to “make some friends”. When she said that I gained some courage and waltzed over to my new classmates, trying to think of something clever to say, something so awesome that everybody will love me and I would be …show more content…
“Blue for Cassy and Purple for me.”
She always knew my favorite color was purple.
Everything I did was approved by them. I started fighting with my mother more when she picked out clothes I used to like and shouted they were “disgusting”. I started the arguments ending in with me saying, “You don’t understand me anymore!” So it was safe to say dinners got awkward quickly.
In the silence I tried to preoccupy with something that wasn’t the volcanic mess of potatoes on my plate and the news was something interesting enough. The 5 o'clock news wasn’t the most amazing thing to me but it wasn’t the news that entranced me.
It was the weatherman. I don’t even remember his name or even honestly his face. But his hair I remember and at eleven I loved it. The fluffy snow puff that was swiped to the side. I liked it so much I finished my dinner and sat in the bathroom trying to pin my bangs to the side. I had the door opened and my mother walked by, I gave her look and said, ‘What?”. She just gave me a look that screamed “exhausted parent.” and left me. After I got the part right I was happy, happier than
But no, I did not live in an igloo or ever met a penguin that wasn’t in a zoo.
“I am gonna make all new friends,” I continued ranting to myself to tame my nervousness on the car ride to school. “You are fine. You’re good.” With every ditch in the back roads from Jefferson to Middletown, I started to morph from excited to basically wanting …show more content…
While the office lady and my mother were talking I explored the building from the window in the office.
This place doesn’t have walls!
The only place with real cement walls was the office but the rest of the school was just separators that look like they could domino effect across the school if someone lost their footing. My mother eventually finished, breaking my daze and escorting me to my first class. It turns out my first class was right across the main office so we just skipped across the hallway (I guess it's a hallway, but there's no walls to make a hallway) to my class.
The classroom was bright with children’s drawings scattered across the “walls” and a big map on the far left side. There was no desks but two rows of four tables facing the front of the room where the teacher’s desk and big chalk board was. When I entered was a spectacle. Every kid lost interest in learning cursive and turned their attention to me. My mother scooted me over to them, reminding me to “make some friends”. When she said that I gained some courage and waltzed over to my new classmates, trying to think of something clever to say, something so awesome that everybody will love me and I would be …show more content…
“Blue for Cassy and Purple for me.”
She always knew my favorite color was purple.
Everything I did was approved by them. I started fighting with my mother more when she picked out clothes I used to like and shouted they were “disgusting”. I started the arguments ending in with me saying, “You don’t understand me anymore!” So it was safe to say dinners got awkward quickly.
In the silence I tried to preoccupy with something that wasn’t the volcanic mess of potatoes on my plate and the news was something interesting enough. The 5 o'clock news wasn’t the most amazing thing to me but it wasn’t the news that entranced me.
It was the weatherman. I don’t even remember his name or even honestly his face. But his hair I remember and at eleven I loved it. The fluffy snow puff that was swiped to the side. I liked it so much I finished my dinner and sat in the bathroom trying to pin my bangs to the side. I had the door opened and my mother walked by, I gave her look and said, ‘What?”. She just gave me a look that screamed “exhausted parent.” and left me. After I got the part right I was happy, happier than