Personal Writing: A Schoolyard Lesson


"Get up, get up you have school today," my mother blurted out, as I fell
out of bed. I stood up and waddled to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror I
smiled to myself; I knew today was going to be just fine. My family and I had
just moved from Guatemala, and today was to be my first day at Bel Air
Elementary School. I usually don't get worried about these situations, since
I've been through the routine before, besides I tend to make friends pretty
easily. Why would today be any different, I told myself.
I finished brushing my teeth and splashing my face, then continued to
get dressed. I threw on some Bugle Boy caches, a Polo shirt, and some Nikes.
After giving up on my hair; I ran into the kitchen and snatched my lunch box off
the counter. Soon I was out the door and on to face my first day at my new
school.
After defeating the labyrinth of streets that we call our neighborhood,
and meeting my first crossing guard; I made my way into the school. It was
quite crowded , but I knew where I was headed. I proceeded up the stairs and
down the hall to room 212, where I sat down in the front row. I turned around
and took a quick peak at the class; scanning the room for someone to talk to.
When I saw no opportunities I began to get a bit timid, but as soon as the bell
rang I felt all right.
We went through the motions for awhile: filling out paper work,
introducing ourselves, all the first day stuff. I heard a few kids say they
were new to the area, of which Brian Vedder was the only boy. He wasn't much to
look at, not a soap opera star, or a great athlete, just a regular kid.
Nonetheless I thought I'd like to meet him and talk to him later on in the day.
By this time we all were becoming restless, and I definitely knew why. Everyone
was waiting for recess, the time when kids get to have fun and let it all hang
out. After all we didn't have class all summer, and keeping our butts in those
chairs for so long was beginning to hurt.
Lunch rolled around and we knew what that meant; recess was next. The
bell rang and everyone ran outside, bursting onto the playground like a swarm of
locusts attacking crops. I saw many games going on: dodgeball, soccer, jump
roping, and many others. It seemed all right, but it wasn't what I expected. I
couldn't believe that no one was playing football. Even in Guatemala we played
football; I wondered what I could do.
That day when I came home from school, I searched through our "bucket of
balls" for my football. Yes, I found it, my black and yellow, mini Steelers
ball. I began to think how I could integrate football into the lives of the
kids. The first thing that popped into my mind was Brian Vedder who I had met
earlier that day; he knew a few of the soccer players and he might be able to
get them to play football. The next person I could count on was Melvin Jackson.
I met Melvin while in math class, he was new to the school too, and he was dying
to play football too. With these two I could at least throw the ball around,
and hope for others to join in.
The next morning I awoke to the same routine as usual. I put on some
clothes and belted out the door a little earlier than usual. When I got to
school I hid my ball in my backpack until I could stuff it into my cubby hole.
Then I looked for Melvin, he was across the hall in Mrs. Symms class where I had
math class. I went up to him and asked him if he'd play football with me at
recess. He told me he would love to and even told his friend Sean Gravely about
it. Well at least now I didn't have to ask for Brian's help.
Recess came again that day as it had before, but Melvin, Sean, and I had
a little agenda to take care of. We strolled out onto the playground, and
across the asphalt to the field where the soccer guys played. Melvin began to
run, and I unleashed the ball from my