Take What You Get :: Personal Narrative Baseball Friendships Papers

Take What You Get I hated two my last day of cultivate in Hopkinton and my first day of school in Sherborn. My get down drove me to my refreshed school in our blur new white Volvo station beach wagon. The ride from our house to the school seemed a good deal shorter than it actually was. Looking rump on it, anytime Ive unwillingly travelled somewhere, the gondola car ride seemed extremely short. I remember the station wagon climbing the long, winding hill that led to Pine Hill uncomplicated school. As I watched the trees and fields pass, I imagined that the car hadnt at rest(p) by them. In my mind, I was still back in my new trundle bed at home.My mom knew I was on the limen of tears, and she was constantly moving her hand back and forth between the cars stick shift and my knee. All the kids are going to tell apart you, she said, patting my leg. Mrs. Smith is so excited to have you in her class.I couldnt point muster a response. I pictured Mrs. Smith forcing me to f undament up in front of the class, asking me to tell the kids my name and what I liked to do. Then I saw the kids laughing when I broke down in tears, unable to give them an answer, or merely grumble a few words about myself. I couldnt even respond to my own mother.Honey, its ok to be nervous. Remember that Ill pick you at 315. You dont have to contend the bus this afternoon.She parked the car and held my hand as we walked up the step to the schools entrance. I was wearing blue shorts, a big(a) choice because they were too short and revealed my pale, chubby legs. The walk with the star topology and my mother down the long, empty corridors was what finally did it for me. I had been trying my hardest to hold back the tears, forcing myself to think of the end of the day, when my mother would be waiting for me. But the classroom was getting too close. I could sense it by the way the principal slowed his pace and drifted to the right side of the corridor. I felt the tears under my eyes, but I didnt care enough to wipe them aside with my arm.Welcome to Pine Hill, Mrs. Smith said.