Derek Luna September 16, 2011

Personal Story First day of second grade, and my mood was mildly happy with a hint of depression do to my lack of confidence which was caused by the gradual disappearance of my friends during the summer. I didnt sleep that night surely because of my anxiety and excitement for the New Year, classroom, teacher and students. It was bad enough that I thought I wouldnt know anybody because my brother had told me that that each class is composed of strangers so I would automatically be a loner. The day began simple like every first day to any elementary school, you get off the bus, say bye to your bus buddies and walk to the section of the school that is reserved for your grade. Unfortunately the second grade section was located on the opposite side of the school from which I typically got off the bus. It was a long walk to my section and a lonely one at that too. I made the walk solely for one reason: not to be the last kid to find my class and definitely not to be lost. Finally I reached the back of the school where my teacher and fellow peers where located, what a strange bunch I thought. To my surprise Gary (my best friend from first grade) was in my class. He and I were so close we bought the same shoes and planned the days wed wear them to school. Now more than ever I was assured that 2nd grade wouldnt be lame. Gary and I met the teacher, a bitter middle aged man who seemed boring to me, perhaps because his teaching style was dry. He was a tenured teacher so he obviously wasnt truly interested in being energetic and interesting. I mean at that age I figured it was his job to make learning fun. The class had walked to his room that was on the second floor. This was relatively cool to the class because the second floor was reserved for the 4th and 5th graders and for some reason our teacher had his room there. We entered his room and to know surprise his room was bland, posterless and overall depressing. It was the opposite kind of environment that natured the young minds of the class; it seemed as if it sucked the creativity out of somebody. He had planned for us to set up our school log-ins, and this required at least a 45 minute trip to the computer lab. We got to the computer lab and me and Gary of course sat next to each other. After about 15 minutes of listening to the teachers monotone directions I felt something in the pit of my stomach. All I knew was that it wasnt good at all. The moment of truth had comeI cut the cheese. It was absolutely terrible. The blast got the attention of the entire classroom, even the teacher stopped talking. I had missed the split second to laugh with the class to make it look like I did it on purpose and be crowned class clown on the first day. I almost cried, and the only thing I could manage to do was stare at my

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screen. I could only imagine the color of my face being suck as the color of blood or an angry ginger kid. After about 15 seconds of the class laughing at me, my closest and only friend Gary has stood up, pointed at me, his index finger, much like the barrel of a 9 millimeter and his words like a bullet. This dude farted! Gary exclaimed. After that moment all I could do was put my head down and wisper everybody fartseverybody farts.