My first day of school feels almost as if it was yesterday. Waking up to the bright sun shining through my windowpanes in the room. Hearing the sweet call of my mother to get out of bed. After numerous shouts my mother would have no other choice than to head to my room and rip the covers off my tired body. The mornings were never something to look forward to. As a matter of fact not many of the kids my age would disagree. After pulling my five year old body out of bed and doing all the general necessities that my mother would have to help me with, such as brushing my teeth, taking a shower, and slipping on either the blue or brown overalls that I dreaded wearing. It would be off to breakfast and out the front door to the big yellow scary bus.
My sister would torment me by telling me all kinds of creepy stories of things happening in the bus. Anything any five year old would go screaming and running for their mommy. For example, my sister said the bus driver lady has four eyes and how she takes new kindergartners to her secret layer and the thought would always give me the heebie-jeebies. Good thing my mother was waiting along side me with my barney backpack and lunch box. There was a sense of security and reassurance with her presence that everything would be just fine. My senses told me my mom wouldn’t be so crazy to put me in a bus with a four eyed scary monster lady. As the big yellow bus approaches my stop, the sound of my future fellow acquaintances chattering voices could be heard from a distance, which made me super excited. Once you got me talking it would take forever to shut me up. This made me forget the four-eyed monster lady for the five seconds that the bus took to reach my mom and I.
Standing and waiting for the doors of the big yellow bus to open drove me crazy. The fact that what was behind those doors would reveal my sisters taunting stories. The doors open and my eyes are shocked to see the monster driver actually having four eyes. However, to my astonishment at a closer look the lady was only wearing glasses just as myself. Gleefully stepping onto the bus I waved my mother goodbye. The first day of school seems like such an adventure already. The big yellow bus went from street to street picking up kids whose faces looked so lost and confused. They must have big brothers and sisters who tormented them about the monster. This made me laugh.
The kids in the bus were very playful and the bus lady had to tell them to settle down in their seats several times. It annoyed the bus driving so much that she stopped the bus and had some kids sit in the front. No one said a single word since then. After what felt like hours, the bus arrives at E.A Jones elementary school. It looks so much bigger than my house. Hopefully I wouldn’t get too lost. The kids of my age were squirming in packs everywhere. The car pools were lined up with honking horns and parents late for work. One young girl was crying, her mother was in a rush and she was left her with the teacher. This reminded me of my sweet mom, which made me wish she were with me. Life was going by so fast; I was already starting school, and it feels as if yesterday I was in diapers. The feeling of being homesick is taking over me too soon.
Entering the doors of E.A Jones elementary school sent shivers down my spine as to what to expect next. After I cross those doors, I'll wander about all day, waiting to greet the lady on the bus once again. Where will she take me? Who will I see? These curious questions will linger in my head to the suspenseful thought of what is next? As the clock ticks by I can only sit patiently and wait to get back on the big yellow bus.
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