The Sound of Success

“BEEP, BEEP, BEEP”, was the annoying sound that woke me up on the first day of high school. I tried to open my eyes but they remained shut. I didn’t have the strength to be up at six o’clock in the morning. I rolled out of my bed and onto the floor and that woke me up a little bit. Today was the first day of high school. What would it be like? Would I be able to find my way through the school? Most importantly, would I fit in and become an official high school student?

All this was going through my mind when I made it out the door and to the bus stop. When the bus doors opened I waited my turn, then quickly found a seat trying to avoid conversation. When I got off the bus, I felt like I had stepped into the Big House wearing Brutus the Buckeye’s outfit, totally out of place. I had to get to my locker without getting run over by the stampede of kids roaming the hallway, kids going every which way. It was controlled chaos. I somehow avoided being trampled and made it to my locker.

I tried opening my locker and it wouldn’t budge. I started freaking out, thoughts running through my mind like, “What if I have the wrong combo?” or even worse, “WHAT IF I AM AT THE WRONG LOCKER?” Now I had to make a decision. Do I keep attempting to open my locker and go to class prepared, but maybe late, or take off to class without getting any of my supplies? With the time ticking by and the sounds of voices slowly fading away as kids were making it into their classes, I tried the locker one more time. This time working slowly and carefully and finally I heard a “CLICK!” I breathed a sigh of relief, shoving my books into my arms, hurrying to make it to my class on time.

I made my way to D Hall on my way to Spanish when I heard the two minute bell shrill which startled me to a point where I dropped my folder. I quickly surfaced the ground, but it was so hard to find the folder with all the feet scattering everywhere trying to get to class. I finally spotted that white folder and dove after it like a lineman jumping on a fumble. I got to my feet as quickly as I could and found my class. I was a little lost for breath but slipped into the class just in time to hear the bell ring.

I had made it. I found my seat in the class and was warmly welcomed by the teacher.
When I sat down at my desk I felt as if some sort of weight had been lifted off of me. The grueling task of making it to my first class could be compared to the tasks of an ancient Roman gladiator. All that didn’t matter much to me now. High school wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. I had found my way through the school, but most importantly, I had succeeded in becoming an official high school student. Wow, I liked the sound of that.