The Best Years

School has just started, but at this point, I'd say that these four years will be some of the best years of my life.




Every morning, getting ready and walking to the bus stop in the dark is a chore. The porch lights are the only thing showing you where to go, but it isn't too bad. At first, the bus is scary, but by the third day of school you're used to it. Soon enough, you meet people on the bus to sit with, and that makes everything much easier. Lucky you, school starts almost a half hour after you get there so you can either walk around with friends, or finish up any homework you forgot about or just didn't do.




Going from class to class is confusing at first, because of all the upperclassman. Every move you make, you can hear them snickering and saying "Freshman!" but after a while, it isn't too bad. You get a hang of how to get around, and where everything is. The only thing that takes a long time to get used to is the bell times, because you aren't sure when to leave class. At lunch you know where to sit, and what line to go in.



At 2:19 when the bell rings, you speed out of class like you have Wylie Cayote chasing after you and you are the road runner. There are a few reasons why. You worry about missing the bus, because you don't know the exact time they leave. You don't want to walk to the bus by yourself, and you also need time to make sure you can get all your homework. Getting into your locker is a breeze, and once you get your things all you can think about is the game later on.




Football games-friday nights spent with your friends getting ready, and then going to "watch" the game, when really all you do is socialize. The scoreboard and light poles illuminate the field, to the point you can see the sweat drip off the players' faces. I'ts almost fall, so the temperature outside is perfect with a sweatshirt and jeans. Everyone is huddled into groups, trying to talk over each other, so it comes out more like a yell. Going back and fourth from the bleachers to the entrance, waiting for more and more friends to come. This is what high school is all about. Getting good grades, and being with your friends.