A Day at Summit

I wake up stretch and do my usual morning duties. I use the bathroom and hop in the shower. The nice hot shower is waking me up preparing me for the day to come. I get out of the shower and look in the mirror, and think what will I have to deal with today? Today feels like its going to be a good day. I finish getting ready and hurry and grab my special K cerial, put some in a little baggy and grab my keys and run out the door at 7:25. The drive to school I think of all the possible things that could happen.

Any thing could happen, so many things go through my mind. I arrive at Summit High when the school busses are arriving, I lock my car and as I walk through the doors of Summit I am confident that I am prepared for the day. Walking up the stairs I instantly start hearing the gossip of summit. It’s always the same, “she was looking at my boyfriend” or did you here that so and so ran. It’s the perfect way to start my day. I start getting hellos and good mornings from students and staff, that always brightens my day. I sit in my desk and arrange my desk with my drink and graded papers from the day before. Students start fluding into my class room as the bell is ringing. About five minutes after the bell rings I can finally start class when the talking quiets down. I say “okay so today we are going to learn the easiest thing ever.” Austin “ You say that every day.” Hannah just laughs at him and announces Austin’s favorite words of the day, “get your note books.”

The hole class “ahhh Hannah do we have to do notes today” her reply “yeah if you want above a three on your score card.” Now class really starts and we get on with the lesson and I hand out the assignment for the day. The bell rings to get out and the students get there breakfast and do some chit chatting in the hall way and then it’s off to the bathroom where everyone goes during class breaks.

There was some quiet talking by the bathrooms today, its sounds like something’s going down. I wait in my class room for the next bunch of students come in. I can read the students faces as they enter the room and some look a little confused as the kids would say “sketched out.” The students eat there breakfast and about fifteen after we start class. We start notes like we do every day in every class and I get the feeling that something is wrong. Not long after that Ben the teacher enters my room and has a confused look on his face, the same look I had seen on a couple of students that had just entered my room that period. I am not sure what I am about to walk into but I prepare myself for the worst.