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A Schoolyard Lesson         Get up, get up you arrive at school today, my mother blurted pop out, as I fell out of bed.  I stood up and waddled to the bath path.  Looking into the mirror I smiled to myself I k innovative today was outlet to be just fine.  My family and I had just moved from Guatemala, and today was to be my first day at Bel Air Elementary School.  I usually dont get worried about these situations, since Ive been through the routine before, anyway I tend to make friends easily.  Why would today be any different, I told myself.         I finished brushing my teeth and splashing my face, because continued to get dressed.  I threw on some Bugle boy caches, a Polo shirt, and some Nikes.  after(prenominal) giving up on my tomentum I ran into the kitchen and snatched my lunch box off the counter.  Soon I was out the door and on to face my first day at my new school.   &nbs p     After defeating the labyrinth of streets that we call our neighborhood, and meeting my first crossing rubber I made my way into the school.  It was quite crowded , but I knew where I was headed.  I proceeded up the stairs and down the hall to room 212, where I sat down in the front row.  I rancid around and took a quick peak at the class scan the room for someone to talk to.  When I saw no opportunities I began to get a bit timid, but as soon as the bell rang I felt all right.         We went through the motions for awhile change out paper work, introducing ourselves, all the first day stuff.  I hear a few kids say they were new to the area, of which Brian Vedder was the only boy.  He wasnt practically to look at, not a soap opera star, or a great athlete, just a regular kid.  Nonetheless I thought process Id like to meet him and talk to him later on in the day. By this clock we all were becomin g restless, and I definitely knew why.  Everyone was waiting for recess, the time when kids get to have fun and let it all hang out.  After all we didnt have class