By Valaysia Smith
Teen Reporter
Last week I reported to you about testing positive for COVID. Well, I am no longer positive so let’s pop a bottle of sparkling grape juice to that.
I already liked school but returning to it after so long I was more excited than most. It was a huge shock when I learned what I missed out on, a lot of things involving my closest classmates.
It seems that my friends grew inches in my absence. The last time I was there they were only a head taller than me and now that I’ve gone back to school, these dudes are as tall as the door frames. I’m not even laughing here, the twelve-year-olds are taller than me. You should’ve seen their faces when I had to tell them I was older than them.
“Oh, isn’t your grade somewhere else?” I mean they were trying to help but they ended up walking into the metaphorical wall).
“Nope this is my grade”, “How old are you again?” “Would it help if I said I turn sixteen in April?” And thus, the fun began there, their faces were hilarious “She’s older than us!”
From there on I went about my day and came to find out that one of our best and goofiest teachers has left to go to college. I’m proud of him but now we’re short on the goofy teachers.
At some point, I volunteered to take tests that I missed. If you have been following my articles, then you know I’ve been out of school for three weeks dealing with COVID.
I took three weeks of tests and, start cheering, I was amazing, all hundreds.
At the end of my first day of school after COVID, everything seemed pretty normal. Everyone was pretty much in a good mood, my dog included. I did another Google Duo with my Pawpaw, scared my brother, dragged my brother, beat up my brother: you know all the good perks of being an older sibling. I fed my dog and even added him a slice of pizza (was probably a bad choice because he went hyper).
Now that the excitement of my first day back to school has ended, my home routine has resumed.
That’s life.
