BEEP BEEP BEEP! I wake up at exactly 6:20 to the sound of my horrible, obnoxious sounding alarm. After tossing, turning, and stretching on my bed for another two minutes, I finally muster up the strength to get up and head to the restroom. BRUSH BRUSH WHIR WHIR FLUSH. Then I head to my room and change into my rough, new polo shirt. Next I head to the kitchen where  am politely greeted  my mom. NOM NOM MUNCH. After scarfing my breakfast down, I  mumble a few “Thank you’s” and “goodbyes” and rush down to the garage where my dad is patiently waiting for the very sluggish, tired me. BEEP BEEP ZOOM WEE WOO WEE WOO. The sounds of cars beeping and rushing by, and the sound of sirens fill my ears as we drive down to the hectic, traffic-packed  downtown.

We finally made it to school where I am greeted by slamming car doors and students shouting to their friends that they didn’t see all summer. The smell of clean lockers and old books fills my nose. CLICK, “YES I OPENED MY LOCKER!”, SLAM. As I head to retrieve my books from my locker, I hear the click of locks opening, the slamming of lockers, and inexperienced freshmen rejoicing when they open their locks. The ridges on the lock push into my fingers as I quickly turn the dial.  BBBRRRIIIINNGGG sounds the ten minute bell. I hear all my fellow panic stricken faced freshmen yelling,“OH SHOOT! WE HAVE TEN MINUTES TO GO TO THE OTHER CAMPUS!”, “HURRY!”, “RUN!!”. STOMP BOOM BOOM! We all run down the stairs to find ourselves stuck in a swarm of scary upperclassmen and anxious freshmen. “HEY MAN!”, “HOW WAS YOUR SUMMER!”, “HEY WAIT UP!” I hear more shouts and rustling of bags as I walk over to the La Salle campus.
BBRRIINGG sounds the start of class bell. SIGH, phew I made it to Physics class on time. I eye all my other classmates and find them staring back with queasy, nervous smiles. “HELLO PHYSICISTS! MY NAME IS MR. MURPHY!”  While  Mr. Murphy is rambling on and on about the syllabus, I scan my fellow students looking tired and bored as ever.  I return my attention to the very rushed Mr. Murphy. “WE WILL HAVE LOTS OF LAB ASSIGNMENTS AND GROUP WORK IN THIS CLASS, YA DA YADA YADA” I start to doze off until I hear a loud  BBBRRINNG! We all jump up and dash of to our next class.

Advanced Algebra/ Trigonometry is next.“HI GUYS, I’M COACH TRAN AND BBBBLLLLLLLLLL” Mr. Tran scares everyone because of how fast he talks and moves. “MAN HE MOVES SO FAST, I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN KEEP UP”, “I KNOW RIGHT!!!!!!” , “I’M GONNA FAIL THIS CLASS!” I silently agree in my head as my classmates complain about how difficult this class is going to be. SIGH.. I guess I have to really pay attention and work hard in his class.

BBRRIINNNGG! Time for Scripture! I think this will be an easy class because I’ve been learning Scripture for a while now. “HEY FELLA’S, I’M MR. RUIZ. I’M FROM PUERTO RICO………”. Once again, I drone out as Mr. Ruiz explains his life story. He seems like a pretty chill teacher. Whenever he makes a joke, the room erupts with laughter then it goes back to being dead silent. “SO IN THIS CLASS, YADA YADA YADA YADA!” I stay in my own little world until I hear a  BRRINNG! “YES!”, “FINALLY IT’S LUNCH TIME!!” I run up the stairs to the cafeteria expecting to see a short line. Oh how I was wrong; my jaw dropped when I saw the line wrap around four long tables. “GOSH MAN THIS LINE IS SOOOO LONG!”, “WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG!” , THIS LINE IS AS LONG AS THE BLACK FRIDAY LINE FOR BEST BUY!!!!” Feeling as annoyed as my other classmates, I walk to the end of the line where I would wait for salad for all eternity. The smell of tomato sauce fills my nose, and my stomach begins to rumble. DING! My phone rings and I see a text message from Steph saying, “HEY! COME TO THE OTHER LINE!” Quickly I run to her and grab the gooey pizza. I scarf it down taming my inner beast that lives in my stomach. MMMMM my tastebuds thank me for eating something so delicious. BBBBBRRING! Once again, everyone makes a mad dash to their classes.

The rest of my classes go by the same as the others.  BRRINNG, “HELLO CLASS” , BRRRINNG, “HI CLASS”, BBBRRINNG , “WHAT IS UP, FRESHMAN, MY NAME IS”. Now I am in World History anxiously waiting for the class to end. To my amusement, I see most of the students in the class looking at the clock and counting the seconds until school is out. Most of them look at the clock with eager, pained expressions practically begging on their knees for the dismissal bell to ring. Quietly chuckling to myself, I decide to do the same. FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE……. BBBBRRRIIINGGG! Just like that, the pained, anxious expressions of my fellow students turned into faces of pure joy as if they had seen Jesus. “FINALLY ALL THE CLASSES ARE OVER!!!” “YESSS SCHOOL IS OUT!!!”,  “HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW?”, “I HAVE CROSS COUNTRY”, “SEE YAH!”, “BYE FELICIA!”, “SEE YA LATER ALLIGATOR!”, “IN A WHILE CROCODILE!” I listen to all the other people chatter while I decide what to do now.

I decide to meet my friends and head to the library. The library greeted me with silence and the smell of old books and cold air.  I open my laptop and start doing Scripture homework. TAP TAP TAP.  I feel the smooth, cold keys as I type away. “HEY WHAT DID YOU GET FOR NUMBER ONE?” , “I GOT GENESIS 2:14 AS THE ANSWER” , “ THANKS” , “EXCUSE ME, THIS IS SILENT STUDY. IF YOU NEED TO TALK, I SUGGEST YOU GO OUTSIDE.” , “HAHAHA” , “SORRY”. I hear loud students chatter and Brother Joseph going to each table and shushing them. After getting warned by Brother Joseph, my table quiets down and continues to work diligently on their homework.

After finishing my work around five o'clock,  I head down to the entrance where my mom is waiting. CLUCK TAP CLUCK TAP. It is completely silent, except for the tapping of my shoes, as I walk the no longer noisy, student filled halls. I make my way to the car and cautiously crossing the packed, noisy street making sure to look both ways first. ZOOM SWOOSH BEEP. I swing the car door open. Instantly, I am bombarded  with a bajillion of questions from my momma. “HOW WAS SCHOOL??!” , “DID YOU MAKE NEW FRIENDS?!!” , “WHO ARE YOUR TEACHERS??!” , “DID YOU HAVE YOUR FIRST TEST TODAY??!” , “DID YOU HAVE FUN?!” I groan and answer all of the millions and trillions of questions as we head home.

Once I get home, I dash towards my bedroom trying to avoid seeing my siblings and grandma who are just dying to know how my first day went. UGHHHHHHGHGHGHG!!! I plop on to bed like an over-excited kid jumping into a bushel of leaves. UGHGH UGHGH UGH. I continue to groan and moan until my brother comes in and shushes me. “GEEZ LOUISE ELIZABETH!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!! YOU SOUND LIKE A DYING COW!!” I explain to him how horrible my day went, how hard I’'m going to have to work, and how I am absolutely dreading continuing high school. “ I’M SURE TOMORROW WILL BE A GREAT DAY!!!” Yeah sure……….