Take What You Get :: Personal Narrative Baseball Friendships Papers

Take What You Get I hated both my kick the bucket day of civilize in Hopkinton and my first day of school in Sherborn. My mother drove me to my juvenile school in our brand new white Volvo station wagon. The ride from our house to the school seemed much shorter than it real was. Looking back on it, anytime Ive unwillingly traveled somewhere, the cable car ride seemed extremely short. I remember the station wagon move up the long, winding hill that led to Pine Hill Elementary school. As I watched the trees and fields pass, I imagined that the car hadnt gone by them. In my mind, I was still back in my new travel bed at home.My mom knew I was on the verge of tears, and she was invariably moving her hand back and forth between the cars stick shift and my knee. All the kids are going to love you, she said, patting my leg. Mrs. smith is so excited to have you in her class.I couldnt however muster a response. I pictured Mrs. Smith forcing me to stand up in front of the class, asking me to tell the kids my name and what I like to do. Then I saw the kids laughing when I broke drink in tears, unable to give them an answer, or merely mumble a few words about myself. I couldnt even respond to my own mother.Honey, its ok to be nervous. Remember that Ill disassemble you at 315. You dont have to take the tutor this afternoon.She parked the car and held my hand as we walked up the steps to the schools entrance. I was wearing blue shorts, a bad plectron because they were too short and revealed my pale, chubby legs. The walk with the principal and my mother have 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 animadvert of the end of the day, when my mother would be waiting for me. But the classroom was get too close. I could sense it by the way the principal slowed his curtilage and drifted to the right side of the corridor. I felt the tears under my eyes, exactly I didnt c are enough to wipe them away with my arm. congenial to Pine Hill, Mrs. Smith said.