Santina Alfano
2nd Hour Epiphany Essay
After sleeping in for a good 3 months. I had to wake up early today. I snoozed my alarm a few times before I finally got up. I had enough time to have a small breakfast, so I had a banana. I had already put my outfit out from the night before, so I didn’t have to waste more time. I like to sleep in as much as possible. I decided to look decent, since it was my first day of highschool. I wore an orange tank top with a pair of jean shorts. To dress it up more I added a necklace, and wore silver sandals. I curled my hair with a few minutes to spare. I live right across from the high school, so it comes in handy when I want to sleep in a little extra.
I was stepping into a big change in my life,
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Unfortunately, I was wrong. It was here, and I couldn't believe it. The one thing I didn't want to do is walk into this new school without a friend. The night before my friend Carly and I had decided that we would walk to the high school together. We both were really nervous and scared at the same time. We must have gotten to the school really early because the doors weren’t even open yet. When the doors did open it was so crowded. You were pretty much stuck with the crowd. Carly and I both had are lockers on the third floor, so we both walked up there together. Once the first bell went off I went to my first class. I knew the third floor pretty well because there wasn’t as much classrooms. I was more worried I was gonna get loss when I had to change classrooms.
Delaney and I had the first two classes together, so I knew I was gonna be good. Until, I would have to go to my third class. I had the paper with me every second of the day. I knew that the hundreds were on the first floor. The two hundreds on the second, and the three hundreds on the third. However, I didn’t know exactly where each classroom was on each floor. When I was trying to get to my third class luckily I made the right turn. I made to the right classroom right on
Studs Lonigan is the protagonist and the name of the trilogy of three novels, Young Lonigan, the Young Manhood of Studs Lonigan and Judgment Day, by the American author James T. Farrell. The novel is a classic depiction of Irish life in the South side of Chicago and how Studs Lonigan comes of age in the setting. It is particularly in the second part that Farrell brings to light the venom of racism and how its unchecked spread helped to produce and reproduce the ghetto. The main reason Farrell cites for writing the book is the urban world that he knew had never been portrayed honestly enough in fiction. In his words, ‘I am a second-generation Irish-American. The effects and scars of immigration are upon my life. The past was dragging through my boyhood and adolescence’ (Farrell, 1993). It was the acrimony that Farrell had for the Irish Chicago neighborhood in which he grew up that led him to write the novel. In his opinion the Catholic parish church as the neighborhood’s primary institution was a great obscurant whereby the immigrants and their children were always uncertain of their identity and place in the new land (Byrne, 2006).
I put all of my bag and my suitcase into the car and then came in to eat dinner. After eating and watching tv for a bit we headed to the school where we are supposed to meet for the buses. When we got there it was 8 o’clock and starting to get dark and cold outside. We all met in the gym with our parents and waited for a half an hour before the teachers started letting the students loading there bags and suitcases onto the bus. After saying our goodbyes to our parents we got on the bus and started to head to D.C. The bus ride there it was pretty boring since everyone was tired from the school day so most of us past out including me. After a few hours of sleeping, the bus stopped at a bus station so that everyone could use the restroom and once I got off the bus I had a loss of balance since my eyes didn 't want to open from sleeping so I couldn 't see where I was going most of the time. But I managed to use the restroom and get back to my seat alright. Once I sat down I fell right
here forever. I had life all planned out for me and my friends, going to the same high school
My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, I had no idea what to expect or who I was going to meet. I was never the type of girl to embrace new situations, I hated change and I wasn’t very good with meeting new people. I figured once I got to high school it would be my chance to start all over, turn the page in my book of life, and flip over a new leaf. I wanted to finally be the girl that fit in with everyone. I had imagined myself going to parties with big groups of my new friends, having sleepovers and doing all of the things cool high school kids normally do. I was certain that my high school career would be just like one of those really corny teen movies and I would live happily ever after with the homecoming crown and the boy of my dreams. I don’t think I could have been any further from the actual truth. Things don’t always turn out how they are planned and my high school dreams definitely did not live up to my high expectations.
Which meant school was just an after thought in my mind. This also meant that my new school wasn’t a reality- until I had to register. Suddenly the reality of my decision fell onto me. I was so nervous.
In “The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chopin, she introduces the characters by stating that Mrs. Mallard has a heart disease, so Richards, Mr. Mallard's friend, and Josephine, Mrs. Mallard's sister must break the news to her very carefully. When she hears the news, she weeps “with wild abandonment” at first, and when she has stopped crying, she goes up to her room and locks herself in. While she has a feeling of deep sadness, the positive imagery in the open window in her room shows the beauty in life, greatly contrasting her current emotions towards her husband's death. After seeing this, she slowly has an epiphany and gets a new, sweeter feeling, which she reveals as freedom. She knew she would weep again at his funeral, but she could now live
Last day until the weekend with a football game later that night. I was ready to get this long week over with and get the weekend started. I walk into fourth period which was my English class. Note our high school separates our lunches by your fourth period. Since I have Mr. Rickey it gave me B-Lunch, which split the class in half.
Yet again, I was starting another school where I didn’t know anyone.I had to do it all over again, with the same thoughts going through my head, wondering what it was going to be like, always wondering if I was going to fit and make friends easily knowing how big it was. I decided that these next two years at this school were going to be focused on college and my school work, I wasn’t going to be in any clubs or sports. I thought to myself that joining a sport at a small school was very different and I didn’t want to know what it was like at a big school. I managed starting this school just like I managed starting high school. Good thing I am very outgoing so I enjoy meeting new people! I remember my first day of school there like it was yesterday. Walking in and seeing thousands of faces that I have never seen before. It was huge, 1500 in each grade. It was so big that they had two different campuses; one for the freshman and sophomores and another for the juniors and seniors. It was really hard making friends but I was lucky enough to be able to go to the Lake County Tech Campus associated with the College of Lake County and I made a lot of friends there in my nursing class. It was a very racial school, there wasn’t a majority of one race whereas Central was majority whites. I enjoyed all of my teachers that I ever had at Warren and I felt that I really learned a lot compared to feeling like I was ever
Okay, now as I think back, I will admit that it being the first day of middle school I should have put a little effort in my appearance but, who did I have to impress? Weren?t we coming here to learn? If I was going to sit in a classroom for 8 hours a day I needed to be comfortable.
I dressed up in a heavy light pink sweater, blue ripped jeans, and brown boots. For breakfast I just had a Pop-Tart and milk, and soon everyone was ready to go to Tranquility Farms.
We went outside for our normal first day of school picture taking then went to the car with plenty of time to spare. I was a nervous wreck the whole entire time. My mom dropped me off, wished me luck, then I was on my own. I entered the gym with my chest held high. As I walked I saw my friends, I walked over and sat down they complimented me on my outfit as I did the same for them.
5:57 A.M. The sun had not risen over the horizon quite yet. The sounds of the house had not come alive quite yet. Even the man, resting underneath his warm covers, had not seen me quite yet. All was still -- the perfect opportunity. As the saying goes, the early bird gets the worm; however,not everyone sleeps. By looking over the tangled mass of limbs and covers that was the man, you might see me in my place on the other side of the bed. No one but I was aware of my place. No one but I had my ambition, my patience, or my cleverness. Only I could be found active all day, and all night; no one else could out-wait the alarm clock.
After everything was said and done, I really enjoyed my last first day of school. It was filled with different trials and tribulations. Through it all ,I made it through majority of my day. At times it seemed like there was more bad occurrences than there was good. If bad things did not occur to me throughout that day, my day would not have been nearly as interesting. I can not wait to see what else there is in store for me this year. Who knows, with it being my senior year anything is possible to
I thought that the teachers did a nice job with their classroom set up. I felt like I could have kept myself busy all day just by looking at the walls and seeing the pictures of presidents and famous historic quotes by famous people of our nations past. One thing I really enjoyed was the time the teachers allotted me at the end of each class to reflect to the class. Not only throughout my past middle school, and high school experiences but also, and most importantly, my current college experiences, the temptations that I have had to endure have definitely been rewarding.
When I got home I quickly got ready, I ironed my cap and gown, did my make-up and hair, and made my last phone call to Andrew. I called him right before I left and asked him if he was sure he did not want a ride. Again he responded politely and on my way I went. When I got to the high school everyone was taking pictures, laughing, and talking about how they were g...