Scribbles Challenge 3 “Back to school”
Tossing and turning all night I decide to drag myself out of bed and start my day. I wish that I had been able to get a good night sleep and be nice and refreshed for the day. I always feel bad if I don’t make a good impression on the first day.
I trudge down stairs and put the coffee on, I grab a towel and head into a shower, maybe a nice long hot shower will do the trick. Getting in I let the water run over me, letting the water sting my skin to life. I close my eyes and put my head back as the water cascades down over my face. I do my morning ritual in the shower then reach out and turn off the water, standing there for a few seconds I try and feel for the change that the shower was meant to make. But all I feel now is the nervousness of the day. A shiver runs over me.
I hop out and get dressed; it had taken me a few hours last night to put together my outfit for the day. I wanted it to be just right, not over stated and not understated. The decision was hard for me. I had always been slightly shy. But this time I wanted to be part of the crowd, any crowd but not a loner.
I get dressed and look at myself in the mirror. Again for a second time that morning I stand there and look at myself and the nerves hit me. I walk out and head back to the kitchen where the coffee is waiting for me, I pour myself a cup and stand there drinking it as I go through my schedule for the day. Not to heavy I am glad. I need a light day. I finish my coffee and pour a second one in my travel mug gather my things and head out the door.
The drive is short thank goodness; I arrive and park in the allocated space. And get out. Looking around me I see the morning bustle of others arriving at school. Some walk alone with their head hung low. Others are laughing and joke with one another. In one corner of the quadrangle is the jocks are comparing and re hashing over this weeks game. Just down from them are the girlfriends waiting for them, giggling and whispering with each other. In the middle sit the Academia, the school year is about to start, but yet looking at this group you would think it had been going for a term or more, busy writing in note books, checking each others work, debating over the novels that need to be read.
In the far corner away from all are what can only be describes as individuals, all dressed in black, with their outrageous hair styles in black or brightly colored. The piercings in places where you wonder why; the groups go on and I wonder am I going to fit in here.
I look up at the tall building looming at me, my nerves feeling like they are going to get the better of me. I take a deep breath and head in through the front doors. I know where I have to go, having had orientation a few days before. I head to my room as more and more people are bustling past me. I get to my room as the bell rings for the beginning of morning classes.
I reach out with a shaking hand and open the door, I take a deep breath as I go through and all eyes turn to me, watching me as I make my way to my desk. I put my books down and sit down.
“Hello class, my name is Kris, I am you teacher for this class, for the year.”
Every one sits down, and listens as I start my new day at school. My new career, as a teacher.
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