hermit to human essay 1

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.