Days Gone By

2:43… AM? Not exactly a great way to start off the school year. With my severely bloodshot eyes empty and severely unsettle stomach I bring myself to my feet at 5:30… AM. The thought that school starts today completely slips my mind until I come out of the shower and look at the date. After some boisterous and gross behavior with my stomach the night before I go to bed with a sore throat and my dignity to ever be in public again shot into little piles of shame.


Am I ready in terms of supplies, yes. Am I ready mortally, NO. The thought of merely stepping into that classroom without having my cell phone and I-pod in my pocket frankly makes me petrified. Then I think, “ Screw it, I’m having a good year no matter who or what gets in the way!” I walk out the door with a good feeling.

I get to my classroom and say hello to some new and old friends. I feel so different not being at the bottom of the middle school food chain. A short introduction about us and our summer leads into another classroom occurrence. We go through the usual rules of conduct, homework ECT. My unfortunate myopic feeling about the school day is going to end up is rattled by how kind and cool the new kids and sixth graders really are. With a good feeling in my gut and great kids left and right of me my myopic feeling turns to a satisfied and perfectly happy feeling.

With lunch time just approaching I get my very first assignment of seventh grade. A creative writing project so it’s right up my alley. Later after lunch I get assigned my second assignment of the year. Work keeps coming and coming. The heat of the day makes my head start to hurt again. But I know it was all worth it. I check my cell phone it’s full of messages about good luck at school. I no longer believe it might be a good year, now I know it will be a great year.

Noah Reynolds