Edgar Gonzalez
Professor Croker
English 101
September 16, 2012
Hermit to Human
As
I awoke from my sweet slumber; my mother yelled from across the hallway with a
continuously vivid tone of voice “despierta mijo,ala escuela”; time for school
my son. Avoiding this inevitable day was completely impossible; not wanting to
meet new people, not wanting to go to school was just simply terrifying to
me. The fact that I was leaving my
sweet, serene, comfortable home was just horrific indeed. Mother yelled with an assertive voice “mijo,
la escuela!”(son!!!!,school!!). Knowing that her voice suddenly escalated rapidly
made me realize that if I get her angrier; things would have just gotten worse
for me. So, as I walked passed the rooms
mirror a glance of me resonated across the 8x7 mirror; a skinny boy with white
butthuggers in other words white tiddy whitties was gloomily staring back at
me. I was just not ready.
Then,
the sudden smell of bacon hovered across the room and captured my sense of
smell; it was a wonderful alluring smell.
My hunger that I hardly had suddenly had just been strengthen as well as
my appetite for those enticing pieces of bacon. As, breakfast swiftly ended due
to the eagerness my mother had for sending me to school; she had my clothing
laid out for me. As soon as identified my clothes they were rapidly on me, my
outfit consisted of a black polo shirt with navy blue shorts. My hairstyle was the classic combed to the
side haircut. All of this was specially
made for this event. The worse part of
that day was that the school itself was at a very, I mean very short walking
distance; it was actually 150 steps.
That walk was so quick it had blown my mind; just the fact that it took
less than five minutes scared the hell out of me. Trying to procrastinate the walk did not seem
to work either, it was impossible even if I did stray for a minute, for that
school was the main destination.
As
I arrived to the front of the school, a group of kids were morbidly quiet.
Nobody wanted to interact with each other; everybody was clinging to their
mother’s and father’s legs, like monkeys on branches. The bell rang loudly with a thunderous sound,
a radiant blonde haired lady with mother figure expressions and postures came
out walking gradually to gate opening it to allow everybody to come in. She had assured the parents that the kids
were going to have a great day; she introduced herself as Mrs. Vanbanikis or
Mrs. V for short. This was the first
time I felt scared, noxious, frustrated and or indifferent about the whole
school situation. A whirl wind of emotion had encapsulated within me, it was a
new but not welcoming feeling. Everybody
started to pour in the class room in a single file line, for it had looked like
sheep going to graze on the other side of the bridge let by our Shepard Mrs.
V. We all had name tags cubbies and what
not. The room had a distinct sense of
smell; it had reeked of play dough, paints and chalk.
After
the whole introduction of the “plan of the day”Mrs.V Had dismissed us to
recess. The time I was fearing came, it
was a sublime moment. As I walked outside some kids were playing, some were
standing, most were crying. I did not
know what to do, but suddenly a boy with a blue stripped shirt and black shorts
began to cry the loudest from the pack of crying kids I began to ponder; “man
this kid sure is loud.” The boy was
yelling for his mother, blowing tears just as if they were sprinklers watering the
grass. I walked up to him for some odd
reason. I wanted to comfort him. I did
not know what to say. So, I plainly said
“hey what’s your name?” he replied with a raspy voice “Jose”; I followed up
with “you want to play?” He had totally
forgotten about his mother and why he was crying. He just began play in the jungle Jim. The
game was called Spiderman; about 5 minutes in the game shooting our imaginary
web shots, this girl joined in out of the blue she began making the non sense
whizzing of our web slings. She introduced
herself as Yazmin. It all became very
clear to me, always try new things! The bell rang interrupting our wall crawling,
everybody rushed back inside and began with the soon to be daily activity,
everyone assimilated very well and quickly it was unbelievable.
As
the day ended, people either rushed to get their homework from the cubbies, or
go to the restroom. It seemed like everyone
enjoyed the first day, but as Jose and I walked pass the restroom, the door was
wide open and this kid was taking a wiz with his pants fully drawn to the
floor. We were shocked to see someone so comfortably bared assed and peeing at
school, the wave of laughter came crashing towards us. We grabbed our backpacks and went our
separate directions. I knew there and then that I made a best friend and many
other friends; I got through the day and found out that change was not only a
bad thing but a fun thing as well.
