Imagine this as a painting, or a setting for a photograph. As your read, put the words into objects, and at the end, paint all of the objects, or place them together and take the picture. So pick up your brush, get some paint, find your camera, put some film in it, and be ready to make the most beautiful masterpiece in the world.
I live now in the town of Old New Castle filled with historic red brick row houses, old blue Victorians and cars parallel parked all down the one way streets. I live there with my eleven year old brother Danny with his light brown curly hair and glasses, my eight year old sister Ellen with her dark brown hair and big brown eyes, my mom Christine with her tall structure, short and curly almost black hair, and my step-dad Jerry with his thinning dark brown hair turning to silver, glasses, and muscled arms. I also live in
Newark with my father Richard, with his short stature, thinning sandy blonde hair, and beefy arms, and my two cats Tony and Foxtail. Tony is a Tabby with black and brown stripes, a white belly and the cutest eyes you will ever see. My other cat Foxtail is orange all over with her furry everything, especially her tail.
It was a cool sunny September day, and there it was in its giant brick wholesomeness, Brandywine Springs Elementary School. I was just a little boy then, skin and bones, scared half to death with a billion butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. Walking through the hallways, all of the teachers staring at me, with wondering eyes deciding whether or not I’m n their class. It stayed that same way every new year on the first day of school, at Brandywine Springs.
As I walked down the sidewalk, on a cold September morning chills running down my back, all but my rock hard gelled hair blowing in the soft breeze, I was finally there. Cab Calloway School of the Arts Middle School. I was older now, and I was very much used to the first day. Even though I was much older now, I somehow found myself back on that first day of Kindergarten at Brandywine Springs. I didn’t know anyone now, it was a new school, and I had to make new friends. As you can imagine, I was kind of scared to have to do that, and as I walked down the hallway looking back and forth at my student info sheet trying to find my homeroom, I was also attempting to find who would be my next best friend based on first impressions.
Three years later, I’m still walking into the same building, but I’m not the same person. I am taller; with a buzz-cut, and much more mature. Instead of being afraid of making new friends, I walk through the halls and greet the many friends I have there. Even though the school looks much different now with construction, the hallways dark from having no ceilings, and the floors tile-less, I still can find my way around and get where I want to in time. Over the past three years at Cab Calloway Middle School, I realized that my talent for Visual Arts has receded and a new one has entered my life. That is Comm-arts, the classrooms filled with white computers, most of them working, and the many pupils sitting at their workspace writing, widgeting, and listening attentively to Mrs. Fanny.
Even though there are some things that I would change, I have to say that my life has been pretty good so far. Hopefully it can stay that way for the rest of it, and I don’t make any mistakes that I will seriously regret. |
