Biting Off more than You can Chew

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! I thought there was a monster growing inside me. Sitting in my seat the growling of my stomach was so loud I swear my classmates could hear it. After what seemed like hours, the bell for lunch came to a clanging ring and I exclaimed, “Finally!” As I rushed through the busy hallways I was crammed between two people and I felt like the J in a PB and J sandwich stood for Jon. Navigating through the dense jungle of people, I finally made it to my locker safe, but a tad squished.

As I ventured into the lunch room, I discovered a hole in my brown paper bag. Peaking through the hole I observed that a banana was missing! Then I heard a senior shout out “Hey freshman, your banana split is over here!” Turning around I noticed the remains of a smashed banana under his gigantic foot. At that moment my face felt as red as a tomato. I walked over to help the senior out, but he just blew me off saying “I don’t need help from a freshman.” Slithering away I found a seat jammed in the corner of the lunchroom. I quietly ate my lunch, from then on out minding my own business.

Nosily the bell rang and the lunch came to a end. Running for my life I escaped the claws of the enraged seniors waiting for me be the door. I sprinted to my locker to try to make it to my next class and not get clawed to death by the ferocious seniors. I made it to class finally and thought to myself, “If this is only the first day I can’t even imagine what the next day will be like!”

The Start of a New Life

Walking into Stevenson the first day was very scary, because I knew no one other than my brother who is a junior. Going to school at Stevenson is much different from my past school. Stevenson is a crowded school during class changes. When you walk in the busy hallways people are back to back as if waiting in a never ending line.

Along with the busy hallways is lunch. The first day I got into the lunch room I was a little intimidated, but over a week or so I have met many new friends at lunch. Knowing friends at your lunch table makes it less intimidating than eating alone.

I enjoy most of my classes. My math class teacher is old school. She likes to teach by the book (which I don’t mind much), just after a while it can get old.

My Spanish teacher is energetic. He tries to wake us up from our zombie like states. He makes sure everyone participates and tries to have a good time. On occasion we get some of his old students that pop in and say hello him.

I love my two global education classes. Mrs. B helps use to understand more about school. She helps to understand where things are in the school and what events are going on in the school. She tries to keep us up to date on current events every day. My other global education teacher is Mr. F. He teaches us about English which is by far my worst class. I struggle in English, but I still strive to get A’s in English.

Then I have my favorite class, science. My science teacher is one of the most energetic people I have ever met. If we are not up by his class then you would be wide awake after his. He jokes around with us and is a very kind and fun teacher.

High school is fun with all the different teachers and classes. At times it can be overwhelming with all the homework and have to get to different classes on time. High school is a much different life than middle school and it is going to take time to get sue to.

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