We've all
waited at the railroad tracks for the train to go by, and it seems like it
takes forever! Especially if we’re in a hurry to get somewhere! The other day,
we sat at the railroad tracks for what seemed like almost 20 minutes.
As I sat there waiting, I thought, this is what school feels like. It
starts out fun in the beginning when you count how many engines are pulling the
train cars, but towards the middle it’s like a repeated pattern of the same
train cars, just in different order. Then, when the train is almost at the end,
we get excited and most of the time we say, “Finally!”
The train of our education is almost
at the end, and I’m at the excitement point and ready to say finally. In
kindergarten, we met our first teacher and we were excited to be in school. I
don’t think I missed one day of school until I was in sixth grade, now look at
me! But as we approached the middle of the train (Jr. High), school started to
bore us. In Jr. High I did get the chance to meet all of you wonderful people,
but it wasn’t the friend part that bored me, it was learning about the same
history, a little more difficult math, and writing an essay to similar prompts every
year. Sports were fun, they were the highlight of my day anyway, but the train
still took forever to pass through those train cars.
Then, we started nearing the end of
the train when we started high school. It’s always fun to look back on high
school though. I remember who I sat by on the first day of Mr. Nielson’s Pre-AP
English 9 class (Elizabeth Perry), I remember who I used to play freshman
volleyball with (Maria, Erin, Charmayne, Tamika, and Bethany), and although
there were only six of us, we knew we were bad! Then, sophomore and junior year
rolled around, and we couldn’t help but think two more years, then one more
year. Now that we’re seniors, most of us caught that terrible “senioritis”
disease early on in the year. But the train is on it’s second to last train
car, and pretty soon we’re all going to be able to take a deep, long sigh and
say, “Finally!”
I hate trains. I especially hate it when they stop right in the middle of town and leave hundreds of cars waiting for them to pass by. I cannot think of an analogy of high school from this particular encounter. I am not much of an analogizer.
ReplyDeleteI think of school more like a really long car ride. You really want it to be over because you just want to get home but then you fall asleep in the car and when you finally get to your destination you don't wanna get out of the car.....WEll that is just me though!. haha. I liked your post and how well you tied it to high school. That kaboos is coming soon and then we have to cross the track....Are we ready? I hope so!!
ReplyDeleteWith Love,
Elizabeth Danielle Perry~