A First for Stanley (His First Day of School) It is my first day of school and I am so excited. Even though I am a little nervous about going to school for the first time, I got up early in the morning and ran to the window to peek at the bright sun peering in my window. Then, I went into the bathroom and quickly
washed my face, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair so I wouldn’t be late
for school. My older brother, Andy, was getting dressed
too, but he wasn’t as excited as I was because he had been to school
before. Andy was in the 4th grade, so he knew all about
school and what to do when you get there. I put on the clothes my mom set out for me
the night before. My red shirt, which had so many buttons that it seemed as if it was taking me hours to finish buttoning it. Then, I put on my beige pants that only fit well because I had a new brown belt to tighten them up around my waist. After lacing up my new sneakers, I grabbed
my big blue backpack and ran downstairs to meet my mom and brother in the
kitchen. I sat at the table to eat my breakfast with
my brother. My brother looked happy as he dumped a spoonful of grape
jelly on his toast. He loved grape jelly. He never ate
peanut butter sandwiches, only grape jelly sandwiches. “Stanley are you ok?” my mom asked me as she
stood near the toaster. “Yes”, I mumbled with cereal piled in my cheeks. “Are you worried about school at all?”
Mom asked, as she came over and placed her hand on my shoulder. “A little bit,” I said as I shrugged my
shoulders. Then I looked up at my mom whose eyes were glaring down
at me. “Even though I have to work and can’t take you to school today, I don’t want you to worry, Andy will make sure you get to your classroom and today will be a great day,” she assured me. Her big, wide smile made me feel better. I was startled when I heard the loud honk from the horn of the school bus that stopped right in front of our house. From where I was seated at the kitchen table, I could see the bright yellow color of the bus through the window of our living room. I hurriedly grabbed my backpack, gave my mom
a hug, and followed my brother as he walked toward the yellow school bus that
was waiting for us. I stepped up the big black stairs at the
entrance of the school bus. All I could see were eyes peering from
above the school bus seats. I walked behind my brother, Andy,
letting him find a seat for us, because I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to
sit. He finally walked to the back of the bus and
sat down near the window, and I sat next to him. As my brother glared out the window, I looked around and noticed everyone was talking, and laughing with each other. I didn’t know anyone yet, so I just sat in my seat looking at the back of the head in front of me. Once we arrived at the school, my brother
led me by the hand into the school down a long hallway. He finally stopped at a large door. “Mom said that this is your classroom. I’ll pick you up when school is out,” Andy said. Then he walked down the long hallway until he vanished out of sight. I stood there at the door of the classroom,
staring at the large, dark numbers, 301, that were glued to the door. Kids begin to walk by me with their moms and dads into the classroom. They passed by me one after another. Since my mom didn’t come with me, I wasn’t
sure if I could enter the classroom. As I was just standing at the door peering into the classroom a girl with a red dress came and stood in front of me, I could see pools of water in her big blue eyes. I knew that her mom couldn’t bring her to school either and this was her first day of class too. She looked at me, and then looked down at the floor. As other children were passing by, they accidentally bumped and pushed her with their backpacks and lunchboxes. I didn’t want her to just stand there and be pushed around so I took her by the hand and led her into the classroom to an empty desk. After she sat down, she looked at me and smiled. Then she began to fill her desk with pencils and notebook paper. I stood in the middle of the classroom
looking around for an empty seat. I didn’t see an empty seat, so I began to
walk back to the entrance of the classroom to just wait there until Andy
picked me up. But then I heard a soft, friendly voice,
“Are you Stanley?” said a tall lady with glasses who appeared from
nowhere. She took my hand and led me back toward the children in the
classroom. “Yes”, I said. “Well, I’m your teacher, Ms. Clary”, she
said. “I’ve been waiting for you”. “You have?” I said softly. “Sure, let me show you to your seat.” She
stood to her feet and led me past other children who were already seated. It seemed like a long journey, but we
finally stopped at a desk. The desk she took me to had a large white
label on it that had my name spelled out in large, black, capital letters, STANLEY. I was happy. I had finally arrived at my desk, and I felt like I belonged in my classroom. “This is your desk, Stanley. You may put all your things in your desk,” Ms. Clary said, as she pointed to the label with my name on it. I sat down in my seat at my brand-new desk. “Hi, I’m Carl” a boy sitting next to me
said. “Look at my new crayons!” he said excitedly as he held up a yellow box of brightly colored crayons. “Wow, they look like mine”, I said, as I
pulled a box of the same kind of crayons out of my backpack and held them up. We looked at them and started to laugh. I realized I was talking and laughing too,
just like the kids that were on the bus. My mom was right, today was going to
be a great day!
When you help others, someone will help you. Scripture: Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap
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