Memoir Draft

This was it; the magical day was finally here! I was about to pick out my senior schedule. When you’re in high school or grades even younger, you aspire to be a senior. I was finally the “big woman on campus”, technically speaking. Your senior schedule could make you or break you in a college’s eyes, so it was very important to pick classes that looked good, but still allowed you to slack off a little bit. I decided to do child care two-three which sounds like a piece of cake but, it ended up being my hardest class. I also decided to take college algebra, my first college level course. To round out the rest of my schedule I chose psychology, marine biology, fashion design two, and English honors four.

I was thrilled my first day of school, I didn’t have to wake up until an hour after school started, which was a huge plus because I absolutely hate waking up early. Child care was my first class, and preschool hopefully would start on time in September. Unfortunately, we were stuck in a trailer while our preschool classroom was being “renovated”. I was overjoyed to know that we would sitting around unprepared for two months, and then be expected to teach preschool unknowing of what to work with and not knowing the children we were lucky enough to get to work with.