Well on my second day of school I woke up bright and early.
Got ready, brushed my teeth, washed my face and walked out the house around 6:30.
I arrived at school around 7:35 went to my locker, grabbed my books and walked around outside.
I was thinking and asking myself what do I really want to do?
Should I open up to people? Do I really want to transfer? These are just a couple of questions my mind was going through.
At 7:55 the bell rings and I go inside, sit in homeroom, and patiently wait for another “St. Joes” surprise.
At 8am on the dot, my homeroom went completely silent.
All my classmates started to fold their hands and cross their hearts. I thought they were speaking on something violent.
But to my surprise the morning St. Joseph prayer was about to start.
I participated in the prayer by folding my hands and closing my eyes, but after the prayer was over, Mr. Rupp pulled me to the side.

-Mr. Rupp: “Hey David I didn’t see you reciting the prayer.”

-me: “oh! I don’t know it, but don’t worry I’ll eventually learn it later.”

-Mr. Rupp: “Ok. David you have a nice day”

-me: “Thanks you too. I have to go so I don’t be late.”

My first period class was intro to band,
that class was fun because I got to be a drummer man.
The teacher was cool but he wasn’t the best of teachers:
only because he took me off the drums during homecoming season and made me the flag leader.

My second period was and Englishman teaching an English class.
Mr. Purton accent was funny; I couldn’t help but to laugh.
His class was boring though, it dragged and dragged.
I couldn’t wait to the next period, which was my art class.
Ms. Devries was a cool lady. She taught me how to draw steady, listen to music that uplifts, and inspire me crazy.