2001 School Magazine

5 ^ : original works

The Bell Tolls The day started as you would expect most days to start. The sun in the sky, the grass on the ground and me in my bed. But as soon as I opened my eyes I remembered what today was. Today was the start of a new schoolyear and I was to start Year 8. I felt a horrible sinking feeling in my stomach and I suddenly felt a bad case of bronchitis coming on. But I knew that there was no escape I got dressed very slowly in the hope that it would start snowing and school would be cancelled. Not very likely in the middle of a scorching Brisbane summer but I had become desperate. I then said goodbye to Mum and Dad, hugging them so tight, hoping that I would become stuck to them and not have to leave. No such luck. They were so proud of me and took lots of photos I trudged to the bus stop and waited for what seemed like an eternity. I wasjust about to turn around and run back to the safety of my home, when the bus came into view. I sat down and began to contemplate the day before me. I had been plucked from the security of Primary School and PIOnked down into the world of High School. The primary school I went to was pretty small and everyone had known everyone else but now in high school, there would be over 1000 staff and students. I know no one and will have to start making friends from scratch. All those years in primary spent making friends only to be yanked away from them and told to start again. The work this year will also be harder. Year 7 was hard enough, and now in high schooll have to move from class to class and there will probably be twice as much work! Will I make any friends? Will the teachers be friendly? What it everyone hates me? Will I fit in? What if I can't manage the workload? Okay, calm down, breathe in, and breathe out Remain calm. The bus came to my stop and Ijumped off The bus drove past to reveal the source of many recent nightmares. My new school. I summoned all the courage I could muster and walked across the road to the entrance of the school The little person in my head told me to turn and run but I kept going It was then that another thought struck me. This place was huge! How would I know which classroom to go to? When was lunch? Where did we eat lunch? How many periods a day were there? How long was each? And more importantly, where are the toilets because I am about to throw up! Okay, it's official. I'm terrified I decided to tackle one problem at a time. F'rstly, where was my classroom? I pulled out a note that had been sent to me about a week before the start of school. It said that my first class for the day was in W block, on the third flooL classroom number 4. Alright, where was W block? I asked a girl wholooked like a senior. She told me that it was next to S block. They're all so helpful at this school! As no one was able to help me, ito0kit upon myself to find the hidden W block. After circling the school about four times I finally found the mysterious block. One problem down, countless to go. A bell then rang which I figured Indicated the start of school. As the crowds suddenly dispersed and entered various classrooms, I began to climb the stairs of W block, heading towards whatever fate had in store for me. I passed the first level, the second level and then finally the third level. I was almost there. Now to find classroom number 4 Number I, suddenly all my fears came back to me. What if I don't fit in? What if I don't make any friends? How much homework will we get? Number 2 classroom, Number 3. How long is each period? What will the teachers be like? When is lunch? Classroom number 4.1 stood at the entrance of the classroom, shaking from head to toe. Breathe In. Breathe out. I opened the door to the room and h a choked, quiet voice, I mumbled. 'GoodMoming Class, my name is Miss HuntondlomyourEn91ish teacher for theyeor"

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