My first day of school was a pretty interesting one, and here’s why. The day started out with me packing my bag at home. The list was as follows: notebooks, my reading book, my pencil case, and my laptop. Once my bag was as full as I am after a big meal, it was time to head on over to school.
When arriving, I was expecting a bunch of people to be waiting in the square, and that’s exactly what I saw. The day was, so far, going pretty well and as expected.
Looking at my phone, waiting for someone to let me into class, I noticed people going into classrooms, and then disappearing; they would walk in, and then I would see no one through the window. I thought “huh, that’s pretty weird if you ask me,” but nobody did. I walked into the building with the remaining kids still waiting for their classroom to open up. The door squeaked like a mouse and the floor made a creaking sound as I stepped through the wooden, falling apart door. “The school wasn’t like this when I was last here.” Weird. I continued walking to my class, minding my own business. In the back of my mind; is anyone else noticing the weird things that I am? Maybe it’s just me.
After I got into class, my teacher, Mr Cohen, asked us if we knew the poem that was written on the board. Before even sitting down, everyone started to chant this poem as if they had known it all their lives. “Am I really the only one seeing how weird this is, maybe it’s a prank?” It was no prank. As they continued to chant the poem that everyone knew, but me, a big black, sparkling whole started to open up in the middle of the classroom; tearing apart the floor around it. As people started getting ready to, what I think was jump in, Mr Hughes, the principal, walked into the building. As he made his way to our classroom to do one of his daily check ins, Mr Cohen looked out the class window and saw him coming. I was so glad to see someone who seemed normal coming our way, and I was ready to ask what was happening.
Just as Mr Hughes turned the corner, Mr Cohen stopped chanting. He continued to sit down in his chair, and open his laptop. The rest of the students followed. He, all of a sudden started listing the necessary things we should have in a good piece of writing, as if we had been talking about it the whole time.
He asked Matteo, a boy in my class who had just finished chanting with the rest of the room, what he thinks should go into a piece of writing. He continued with: proper grammar rules, vocabulary, and language features. Mr Hughes had just walked into the room as Matteo finished his list. “Alright well everything seems to be going great in here, have a good day guys.” WHAT. There is no way this just happened.
He left the room, and Mr Cohen continued to teach his daily English lesson, as he always did before, causing everyone to get out their notes and start listening. Still to this day, whenever I ask them about that crazy class, and the events that went on, they have the same answer: “what are you talking about, silly.” Let’s just say, that my first day of school, was quite different than most.
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