Dating : Free For 2 Weeks

I always disliked the sound of the 5th-period ending because I would have to go to 6th period. It’s not like I hated the teacher or the kids. I just never found Language arts all that interesting. “Read this document to answer these questions but wait there is actually a controversial problem, now let’s talk about it for a week or two.” Even though I didn’t like the class I just had to withstand it for two more weeks until my trip. The trip every 8th grader can go to, I couldn’t wait to see the beautifully large statue of liberty and loud buzzing of the Washington D.C. streets that I could experience with friends.

I pictured the sounds and sights of what I would see while walking to my tiresome class. “It’s canceled, everything’s canceled!” Screamed one of the girls exiting from my soon-to-be class, everyone gathered around her like she was some circus performer. I kept walking because I didn’t know her and couldn’t care less what she was rambling about. I walked into the class not finding the teacher which was not uncommon. She was frequently late and we would just have to wait in the classroom. I took my seat while other people slowly started flocking in, whispers and gossip could be heard from everyone. I couldn’t hear just one person since everyone was speaking at once to each other. I didn’t pay much mind. This class was full of chatterboxes which did make the boring class slightly bearable. It was only a short time before the teacher walked into her classroom and clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention, in response the rest of the class took their seats. The teacher walked over to her desk and started talking in a solemn tone. “I’m sure everyone has heard, I hate to be the one to tell you but school has been canceled for at least two weeks in response to the rising cases of the Coronavirus.” The classroom hit its breaking point, the kids hollered and whooped at the new information. I was happy as well, I would have a straightaway to the trip and not have to attend the intolerable classes. “You might be celebrating now but I still have more things to say.” The teacher said in the same sad tone, the class went silent waiting for what other things she had to say. “Because we are going under quarantine for at least 2 weeks the New York and D.C trip has been postponed.” Stories always say “I felt my heart sink.” I never thought that feeling would be something I would feel for something other than sad scenes in movies and books. It took only a couple of seconds before I raised my hand, the teacher asked me what was my question to which I replied

“Postponed for how long exactly?” The teacher took some time to answer my question for she didn’t know the answer. The only thing she said was to ask the Principal or one of the Vice Principals. After the rest of the kids asked their own questions, the teacher continued the lesson from yesterday, I barely listened to what she talked about. I don’t think the rest of the kids did either. The bell for the end of school took forever. I doodled quite a lot in my notebook drawing buildings of what I thought I would see in two weeks. When the bell finally rang the kids packed their bags the fastest I have ever seen before. I walked out of the class waving my teacher goodbye, I walked over to the front gate while people I’ve known since 6th grade squealed and screamed to their friends about how happy they were. I walked out of the gate and walked back to my house to tell my Mom about the bad news, the only thing I didn’t know at the time was when I walked out of that gate that would be the last time I was ever on the campus as a student.