It was 7:30 AM; I had to get ready for school. Ouch! My new room had a garage door in it, serving as my privacy wall, which I ran into. It was the first day of school and we had just moved with my dad to dirty Brooklyn from crisp, cool, Maine due to my parents’ messy divorce. I quickly had to decide between khaki pants or my classic plaid skirt to wear with my uniform. I decided upon the skirt because the gorgeous weatherman from channel 4 said, “Expect temperatures in the 80s.” I was all set.
I stepped outside onto the concrete sidewalk and whistled for a cab. Simultaneously swinging my hand up in an effort to catch a scruffy driver’s attention. A bright yellow cab screeched to a halt and invited me in. “Where to on this lovely morning missy, going to school?” He said in an unusually perky voice. I told him where to go and we sped off. Unexpectedly, as we turned a corner, I was blinded by a bolt of light reflecting off of an enormous building’s windows so I almost did not notice that we were passing Ground Zero. The cab driver became silent for a moment and then whispered for me to look. I did not know how to react because it was my first time passing by, so I frantically gripped the soft, smooth, seat and instead of obeying his command looked directly at the floor.
A block from Charleston Preparatory, my school, I whipped out my wallet and yanked out a 10 telling him to keep the change. At this point I was late. Sprinting up the steps to get to my first class, I ran into a bench right inside the doorway. I’m sure tomorrow morning there will be bruises resembling Jupiter spattering my legs. I ran past the beautiful painting of the Mona Lisa that hadn’t popped out to me when I toured the school back in June. Right as I hit the entrance to class I reached into my book bag and swiftly turned my phone off. Then the bell rang. I sat down quickly and my teacher greeted me with a cheek-to-cheek smile.
For the next eight hours of the day, I went from class to class receiving the same, incredibly boring speech. The other kids were probably thinking the same thing I was. Most of their time was spent checking their phones to see the time. Then, when the bell rang everyone sprang up and lunged for the door. The first day of school in the city was over. Summer vacation had just shut a big, thick door in my face and even the first day of school was exhausting. I stepped back out into the sunny, city atmosphere, trying to settle down the thoughts flying through my head. As I meandered around the city with no place to rush off to I reflected upon school and how much I missed Maine. Life in a big city, being seventeen, will be incomparably different. I could only imagine what the future had tucked away in little pockets for me. This was a new beginning.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
WA-2 Draft 2
It was 7:30 AM; I had to get ready for school. Ouch! My new room has a garage door in it, serving as my privacy wall, which I just ran into. It was the first day of school and we had just moved to dirty Brooklyn from crisp, cool, Maine. I quickly had to decide between khaki pants or my classic plaid skirt to wear with my uniform. I decided upon the skirt because the gorgeous weatherman from channel 4 said, “Expect temperatures in the 80s.” I was all set.
I stepped outside onto the concrete sidewalk and whistled for a cab. Simultaneously I swung my hand up in an effort to catch a scruffy driver’s attention. A bright yellow cab screeched to a halt and invited me in. “Where to on this lovely morning missy, going to school?” He said in an unusually perky voice. I told him where to go and we sped off. Unexcpectedly, as we turned a corner, I was blinded by a bolt of light reflecting off of an enormous building’s windows so I almost did not notice that we were passing ground zero. The cab driver became silent and whispered for me to look. I frantically gripped the soft, smooth, seat and instead of obeying his command looked directly at the floor.
A block from Charleston Preparatory, my school, I whipped out my wallet and yanked out a 10 telling him to keep the change. At this point I was late. Sprinting up the steps to get to my first class, I ran into a bench right inside the doorway. I’m sure tomorrow morning there will be bruises resembling Jupiter spattering my legs. Running past the beautiful painting of the Mona Lisa that I hadn’t noticed when I toured the school back in June. Right as I hit the entrance to class I reached into my book bag and swiftly turned my phone off. Then the bell rang. As I was sitting down quickly my teacher greeted me with a cheek-to-cheek smile. The butterflies in my stomach kept fluttering faster and faster and with each flutter
For the next eight hours of the day, I spent going from class to class receiving the same, incredibly boring speech. The other kids were probably thinking the same thing I was. Most of their time was spent checking their phones to see what time it was. Then, when the bell rang everyone sprang up and lunged for the door. The first day of school in the city was over. I stepped back out into the sunny, city atmosphere, trying to settle down the thoughts flying through my head. As I meandered around the city with no place to rush off to I reflected upon school and how much I missed Maine. Life in a big city, being seventeen, will be incomparably different. I could only imagine what the future had tucked away in little pockets for me. This was a new beginning.
I stepped outside onto the concrete sidewalk and whistled for a cab. Simultaneously I swung my hand up in an effort to catch a scruffy driver’s attention. A bright yellow cab screeched to a halt and invited me in. “Where to on this lovely morning missy, going to school?” He said in an unusually perky voice. I told him where to go and we sped off. Unexcpectedly, as we turned a corner, I was blinded by a bolt of light reflecting off of an enormous building’s windows so I almost did not notice that we were passing ground zero. The cab driver became silent and whispered for me to look. I frantically gripped the soft, smooth, seat and instead of obeying his command looked directly at the floor.
A block from Charleston Preparatory, my school, I whipped out my wallet and yanked out a 10 telling him to keep the change. At this point I was late. Sprinting up the steps to get to my first class, I ran into a bench right inside the doorway. I’m sure tomorrow morning there will be bruises resembling Jupiter spattering my legs. Running past the beautiful painting of the Mona Lisa that I hadn’t noticed when I toured the school back in June. Right as I hit the entrance to class I reached into my book bag and swiftly turned my phone off. Then the bell rang. As I was sitting down quickly my teacher greeted me with a cheek-to-cheek smile. The butterflies in my stomach kept fluttering faster and faster and with each flutter
For the next eight hours of the day, I spent going from class to class receiving the same, incredibly boring speech. The other kids were probably thinking the same thing I was. Most of their time was spent checking their phones to see what time it was. Then, when the bell rang everyone sprang up and lunged for the door. The first day of school in the city was over. I stepped back out into the sunny, city atmosphere, trying to settle down the thoughts flying through my head. As I meandered around the city with no place to rush off to I reflected upon school and how much I missed Maine. Life in a big city, being seventeen, will be incomparably different. I could only imagine what the future had tucked away in little pockets for me. This was a new beginning.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
WA-2 Draft 1
It was 7:30 AM. I had to get ready for school. Ouch! My new room has a garage door in it, serving as my privacy wall, which I just ran into. It was the first day of school and we had just moved to dirty Brooklyn from crisp, cool, Maine. I quickly had to decide between khaki pants or my classic plaid skirt to wear with my uniform. I decided upon the skirt because the gorgeous weather man from channel 4 said, “Expect temperatures in the 80s.” I was all set.
I stepped outside onto the concrete sidewalk and whistled for a cab. Simultaneously I swung my hand up in an effort to catch a scruffy driver’s attention. A bright yellow cab screeched to a halt and invited me in. “Where to on this lovely morning missy, going to school?” He said in an unusually perky voice. I told him where I had to go and we sped off. As we turned a corner I was blinded by a bolt of light reflecting off of an enormous building’s windows so I almost did not notice that we were passing ground zero. The cab driver became silent and whispered for me to look. I frantically gripped the soft, smooth, seat and instead of obeying his command I looked directly at the floor.
A block from Charleston Preparatory, my school, I whipped out my wallet and yanked out a 10 telling him to keep the change. At this point I was late. Sprinting up the steps to get to my first class I ran into a bench right inside the door way. I’m sure tomorrow morning I will wake up and have bruises resembling Jupiter spattering my legs. I ran past the beautiful painting of the Mona Lisa that I had noticed when I toured the school back in June. Right as I hit the entrance to class I reached into my book bag and swiftly turned my phone off. Then the bell rang. I sat down at the closest desk as the teacher greeted me with a cheek to cheek smile. I noticed that I was so busy worrying about getting to school on time I had not been nervous for school itself at all.
For the next eight hours of the day, I spent going from class to class receiving the same, incredibly boring speech. The other kids were probably thinking the same thing I was. Most of their time was spent checking their phones to see what time it was. Then, when the bell rang everyone sprang up and lunged for the door. The first day of school in the city was over. I stepped back out into the sunny, city atmosphere, trying to settle down the thoughts flying through my head. As I meandered around the city with no place to rush off to I reflected upon school and how much I missed Maine. Life in a big city, being seventeen, will be incomparably different. I could only imagine what the future had tucked away in little pockets for me. This was a new beginning.
I stepped outside onto the concrete sidewalk and whistled for a cab. Simultaneously I swung my hand up in an effort to catch a scruffy driver’s attention. A bright yellow cab screeched to a halt and invited me in. “Where to on this lovely morning missy, going to school?” He said in an unusually perky voice. I told him where I had to go and we sped off. As we turned a corner I was blinded by a bolt of light reflecting off of an enormous building’s windows so I almost did not notice that we were passing ground zero. The cab driver became silent and whispered for me to look. I frantically gripped the soft, smooth, seat and instead of obeying his command I looked directly at the floor.
A block from Charleston Preparatory, my school, I whipped out my wallet and yanked out a 10 telling him to keep the change. At this point I was late. Sprinting up the steps to get to my first class I ran into a bench right inside the door way. I’m sure tomorrow morning I will wake up and have bruises resembling Jupiter spattering my legs. I ran past the beautiful painting of the Mona Lisa that I had noticed when I toured the school back in June. Right as I hit the entrance to class I reached into my book bag and swiftly turned my phone off. Then the bell rang. I sat down at the closest desk as the teacher greeted me with a cheek to cheek smile. I noticed that I was so busy worrying about getting to school on time I had not been nervous for school itself at all.
For the next eight hours of the day, I spent going from class to class receiving the same, incredibly boring speech. The other kids were probably thinking the same thing I was. Most of their time was spent checking their phones to see what time it was. Then, when the bell rang everyone sprang up and lunged for the door. The first day of school in the city was over. I stepped back out into the sunny, city atmosphere, trying to settle down the thoughts flying through my head. As I meandered around the city with no place to rush off to I reflected upon school and how much I missed Maine. Life in a big city, being seventeen, will be incomparably different. I could only imagine what the future had tucked away in little pockets for me. This was a new beginning.
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