About a week ago, my new friend Patricia invited me to go to her school with her. At first I thought, “School??? Why would I want to go to school? Hello? It’s SCHOOL!!!!” After quite a bit of convincing by my family, I decided to go to her school with her. Here is how the day started . . .
First I had to wake up at 8:00. What a great start for the day that was. At least I woke up to a delicious bowl of oatmeal. Then I saw my sister walking around the house --- MY SISTER WALKING AROUND THE HOUSE?!?! At 8:00??? Obviously, something was wrong already. As I was brushing my teeth, I saw my dad walking around. Then I knew something was normal. When we took the elevator down to the garage, I noticed that our whole family was in the elevator!!! Apparently, Chase and my dad were going to the HUGE supermarket, my mom and sister were going out to breakfast, and I was going to school. WOW!
Once we arrived on to the first street, we saw what time it was. It was 8:15. We were in good shape knowing that I had to be at Patricia’s house at 8:45 before school started at 9:00. Once we turned on to the main street to go to the other side of town, we saw the traffic. For about 3 miles it was bumper to bumper. NO movement at all. Before we wasted any time, Mom, Jane and I got out of the car and started speed walking to the nearest crosswalk. We waited about twenty minutes until we finally caught a taxi. When we got to the school at 9:05, Patricia was waiting outside the door for me. The outside of the school looked like any other building. Then, Patricia ran me up the stairs to the third floor were I saw a long hallway with doors on each side entering into the classrooms. When she walked into one of the classrooms with me standing behind her, everybody in the class quickly turned around and stared.
The teacher walked me over to the next room were the English teacher was teaching a class. She was very nice and welcoming to me. In every class I walked into, I got asked questions. They only knew about five questions in English. And I had the same five answers for them.
#1. How old are you? Answer--12.
#2. What’s your favorite color? Answer-- Blue.
#3. Do you like Seville? Answer--Yes, very much.
#4. Who’s your favorite in High School Musical? Answer--Troy
#5. Where do you live? Answer-- San Francisco, California
The English teacher asked me if I noticed anything different about the classrooms. I couldn’t figure it out. She told me that there is no artwork posted on the walls. It is a school law not to post their work. After about two hours, we all ran down the stairs to go play outside. It was their only break but it was about 35 minutes long. The whole time, there was a huge mob of kids around me asking the same five questions over and over. There were different people coming and going. There were at least twenty people around me the whole break. Every five minutes, Patricia would come over and make everybody give me some space. There were people playing with my hair, giving me backrubs, and giving me notes they wrote for me. Even though I didn’t bring a snack for break like everyone else, it was ok because the kids gave me so much candy! I felt like Hannah Montana! At the end of the day, I was so tired. It was almost impossible to keep me eyes open.
First I had to wake up at 8:00. What a great start for the day that was. At least I woke up to a delicious bowl of oatmeal. Then I saw my sister walking around the house --- MY SISTER WALKING AROUND THE HOUSE?!?! At 8:00??? Obviously, something was wrong already. As I was brushing my teeth, I saw my dad walking around. Then I knew something was normal. When we took the elevator down to the garage, I noticed that our whole family was in the elevator!!! Apparently, Chase and my dad were going to the HUGE supermarket, my mom and sister were going out to breakfast, and I was going to school. WOW!
Once we arrived on to the first street, we saw what time it was. It was 8:15. We were in good shape knowing that I had to be at Patricia’s house at 8:45 before school started at 9:00. Once we turned on to the main street to go to the other side of town, we saw the traffic. For about 3 miles it was bumper to bumper. NO movement at all. Before we wasted any time, Mom, Jane and I got out of the car and started speed walking to the nearest crosswalk. We waited about twenty minutes until we finally caught a taxi. When we got to the school at 9:05, Patricia was waiting outside the door for me. The outside of the school looked like any other building. Then, Patricia ran me up the stairs to the third floor were I saw a long hallway with doors on each side entering into the classrooms. When she walked into one of the classrooms with me standing behind her, everybody in the class quickly turned around and stared.
The teacher walked me over to the next room were the English teacher was teaching a class. She was very nice and welcoming to me. In every class I walked into, I got asked questions. They only knew about five questions in English. And I had the same five answers for them.
#1. How old are you? Answer--12.
#2. What’s your favorite color? Answer-- Blue.
#3. Do you like Seville? Answer--Yes, very much.
#4. Who’s your favorite in High School Musical? Answer--Troy
#5. Where do you live? Answer-- San Francisco, California
The English teacher asked me if I noticed anything different about the classrooms. I couldn’t figure it out. She told me that there is no artwork posted on the walls. It is a school law not to post their work. After about two hours, we all ran down the stairs to go play outside. It was their only break but it was about 35 minutes long. The whole time, there was a huge mob of kids around me asking the same five questions over and over. There were different people coming and going. There were at least twenty people around me the whole break. Every five minutes, Patricia would come over and make everybody give me some space. There were people playing with my hair, giving me backrubs, and giving me notes they wrote for me. Even though I didn’t bring a snack for break like everyone else, it was ok because the kids gave me so much candy! I felt like Hannah Montana! At the end of the day, I was so tired. It was almost impossible to keep me eyes open.
2 comments:
Sounds like a pretty 'fun' day at school, Mary! Did you learn anything? Did you comprehend what the the teachers were thaying? (Typo intentional;)
We're back from Kauai. The language there is 'surf's up!'and you know I am all about that!
XOXO Karen
Mary hola. Sabes quien soy? soy tu amiga Patricia. Te echo mucho de menos.
Todas my friends en el colegio me preguntan por ti.
Estoy deseando que llegue nochevieja para poder estar juntas otra vez.
bueno, espero que recibas este mensaje. Es la primera vez que escribo en un blog.
XOXO Patricia
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