Jose Zepeda
Professor Mathers
English Composition I
9 January 2012
Elementary Gloom
As I sit in the passenger seat of my mother's car, I imagine myself singing at a Rock Concert. I am standing on a stage in front of thousands of cheering fans singing their favorite song. There is a laser light show going along with the music and fireworks going off behind me. Fans are singing along; some screaming and some jumping around. Dancers are doing their choreographed routine and as I begin to dance along with them my mother calls out "Kailey. Kailey"! Then she angrily shouts "Kailey, snap out of it! Get out of the car and go to class"! I have arrived at school and my dream world has come to an end. The reality of having to deal with this dreadful place has set in. I hate school.
Entering school I walk to the classroom feeling anxious. I walk through the herd of children, parents, and teachers feeling a sense of chaos from the rat race among them. Finally I walk into my classroom and see the desks neatly aligned in rows with wooden tops speckled with graffiti and engravings from vandalistic occupants. Then I see my classmates wandering around the room. Some are conversing and some are sharpening pencils by the monstrous chalkboard near the teacher's desk. Others sit at their desks, preparing for class, and eagerly waiting for the loud obnoxious bell. As I sit at my desk, I see an assignment on the chalkboard and as usual I smell "stinky" behind me. My friend to the right asks me about the troubles with my boyfriend Johnny. An overwhelming feeling of gloom comes over me. I hope this terrible day ends quickly.
Before long it is time for gym and I desperately hope we stay indoors. To my dismay the teacher says we are running a mile and of course, I wore the wrong shoes; flats with hardly any cushion or support. I set off for the run in a slow un-enthusiastic jog with the sun beating on my black shirt and blue jeans. With every step I take, beads of sweat fall down...