Summer 2005 :: Creative Writing Essays

It was finally here, the last day of instruct For me, the last day of school was like being an emancipated slave. I was one of those kids that never liked school (I did pretty well though) and would much rather spend the day at basis helping my mother around the house. For that reason, summertime was always my favorite time of the stratum (I even liked it more than Christmas time) I got up more excited about a day of school than ever before. I got washed and my mom put my hair into two neat puff balls. The year was 2005 and I was seven years old. Back then most girls in my class had their hair relaxed, but not me It was fine though because I aspect that my puffs made me look like Penny (Janet Jacksons character on Good Times). Well the walk to school had never been as pleasant as it was that day. As I skipped down the rugged blocks and across the rusty train tracks I thought about the oncoming freedom, and the thought had me singing in exultation. Once at school, we received al l of our work back nothing but stickers reciting praise. Report card straight As. What a start to a wonderful summer The bells of freedom finally rung at 200 p.m. and the halls of Mary McLeod Bethune Elementary School were in uproar. I ran outside to the school grand piano proclaiming that I had gotten straight As. Grown-ups that I didnt even know were saying Good job, Harold needs tips from you, Gloria, that is the kind of friend you need. My companion and sister and I raced home through the train tracks and the alley way. We all could not wait to enjoy the start of the summer. As soon as we got home we changed from our school clothes to our play clothes (we did that faithfully) and went right back outside. All of my neighbors were outside setting up for the annual 9th street block party. I was specially excited about that, because Ive never been to one, and this year my parents agreed to let us go. Mr. King, our block captain was outside decorating the block with flags and bann ers. Everybody loved Mr. King he was the mastermind behind anything good that ever happened on our small block. He was a tall, thin, middle-aged man who always wore an army green hat and kept a toothpick in his mouth.