The First Day of School- By Brianna Burns

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As I awoke in the dark dewy morning of September third, my eyelids nearly closed and wishing I had just a few more minutes and resume back into my slumber, I began to reflect on the great 2 months that I had. Reflecting on the summer, the memories, the long, scorching hot days, and the cool summer nights. The visions of vacations played in my head as I lazily stepped out of bed onto the soft rug that supported my feet below. As I made my way into the bathroom to wash the tiredness off my face I thought about the experiences I had the opportunity to endure this summer. The opportunity to train for 5 weeks at a prestigious ballet school. Away from home... Away from my family. As I continued with same school morning routine I did justs months earlier and sipped my coffee, there where millions of questions floating through my head. How will the classes be? Will my teachers be nice? Will my teachers like me? Will my friends and I find a spot to sit at lunch? Will the freshman be annoying? These questions continued to spiral around in my brain until my coffee was nearly empty. When driving up to the school, the thought of being back made we feel sad inside. No more summer, no more long nights with friends, no more beach, and no more relaxation. Instead, returning to the long nights of homework and the busy schedules. I stepped out of the car and made my way towards the entrance. With a gentle sigh, it felt like I had never left. Tenth grade... Here I go.


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  1. AnonymousSeptember 4, 2019 at 2:07 PM

    I felt the same way on the first day of school. I couldn't believe it was here. Late nights of homework here we come! It sounds like you had fun at ballet school. Where was it? It seems like it would have been so nice to step away from Sparta for a few weeks!

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 5, 2019 at 2:23 PM

    5 weeks at a prestigious ballet school sounds like such an awesome opportunity! I, too, reminisce about summer, those long nights and stress-free days. Those long days still continue for me (because I am way too good at procrastinating) but they will be less care-free. I hope you have a great year in tenth grade!

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  3. DanielleSeptember 9, 2019 at 9:58 AM

    This is a great description of how it feels to be back in school. It sounds like you had an amazing summer!

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