This is a essay I wrote for school.
I came to Chisholm in the third grade so I don’t have as many memories as others. My best memory is the first day of school in Mrs. Fitzgerald’s class (or Mrs. Fitz. As I like to call her.) I was in a school three times bigger than my old one and did not know a single person in it. All I could think was, “Wow!”
I got to know a couple of people the first day. I know you aren’t supposed to judge books by their cover, but I couldn’t help eyeing a couple of people for friends. I mostly looked at how they acted around the teacher and other kids. Looking at kids I found two, Hadley and Landon.
Lunch was weird and at recess I took a big breath, plucked up some courage and thought, “I have to make a friend sometime so it might as well be now.”
I walked up to him, he wasn’t with anyone; perfect. We said “hello” and then I started to see if we had anything in common. First I asked him if he liked Star Wars. He did, so we started talking. Soon we also learned that we both liked Legos too. Hearing the bell ring we went to go line up. We talked a little more inside but the next day at recess we went and played soccer. The field wasn’t fancy, just two goals and a field with a ball.
That is when I became friends with Landon, he always played soccer. Hadley and Landon knew each other but weren’t really friends. Landon is more into sports and Hadley is more into academics. I am kind of the merging point between them.
We all got to be friends and now almost three years after that we are still friends. Over the years new people have joined our little “club” but we were the first people to join it: Hadley, Landon, and me.