Personal Writing: A Schoolyard Lesson
"Get up, get up you have school today," my mother blurted out, as I
fell out of bed. I stood up and waddled to the bathroom. Looking into the
mirror I smiled to myself; I knew today was going to be just fine. My
family and I had just moved from Guatemala, and today was to be my first
day at Bel Air Elementary School. I usually don't get worried about these
situations, since I've been through the routine before, besides I tend to
make friends pretty easily. Why would today be any different, I told
myself.
I finished brushing my teeth and splashing my face, then continued
to get dressed. I threw on some Bugle Boy caches, a Polo shirt, and some
Nikes. After giving up on my hair; I ...
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to talk to. When I saw no opportunities I began to get a bit
timid, but as soon as the bell rang I felt all right.
We went through the motions for awhile: filling out paper work,
introducing ourselves, all the first day stuff. I heard a few kids say
they were new to the area, of which Brian Vedder was the only boy. He
wasn't much to look at, not a soap opera star, or a great athlete, just a
regular kid. Nonetheless I thought I'd like to meet him and talk to him
later on in the day. By this time we all were becoming restless, and I
definitely knew why. Everyone was waiting for recess, the time when kids
get to have fun and let it all hang out. After all we didn't have class
all summer, and keeping our butts in those chairs for so long was beginning
to hurt.
Lunch rolled around and we knew what that meant; recess was next.
The bell rang and everyone ran outside, bursting onto the playground like a
swarm of locusts attacking crops. I saw many games going on: ...
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Sean Gravely about it. Well at least now I didn't have to ask for
Brian's help.
Recess came again that day as it had before, but Melvin, Sean, and
I had a little agenda to take care of. We strolled out onto the playground,
and across the asphalt to the field where the soccer guys played. Melvin
began to run, and I unleashed the ball from my hand. It floated through
the air in a perfect spiral until it landed down on his fingertips. At
once we had spectators. Boom! Sean punted the ball, and it skied forward.
More and more kids watched, as if wondering what was going on. Kofi, the
biggest guy in school, and popular soccer player called for the ball. I
launched one over to ...
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