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Personal Writing A Schoolyard Lesson     "Get up, urinate up you have school today," my mother blurted out, as I unrelentingout of bed. I stood up and waddled to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror Ismiled to myself I k overbold today was going to be just fine. My family and I hadjust move from Guatemala, and today was to be my prototypicalborn day at Bel denudeElementary School. I usu wholey dont get worried about these situations, sinceIve been through and through the routine before, besides I tend to make friends prettyeasily. why would today be any different, I told myself.     I finished copse my teeth and splashing my face, then continued toget dressed. I threw on some Bugle Boy caches, a Polo shirt, and some Nikes.After free up on my hair I ran into the kitchen and snatched my lunch box bump offthe counter. Soon I was out the door and on to face my first day at my newschool.     After defeating the labyrinth of streets that we c either our neighborhood,and skirmish my first crossing guard I made my way into the school. It was quite crowded , only I knew where I was headed. I proceeded up the steps anddown the hall to room 212, where I sat down in the front row. I turned aroundand took a quick prime of life at the class scanning the room for someone to talk to.When I saw no opportunities I began to get a bit timid, but as soon as the bellrang I felt all right.     We went through the motions for awhile filling out paper work,introducing ourselves, all the first day stuff. I heard a few kids say theywere new to the area, of which Brian Vedder was the only boy. He wasnt much tolook at, not a soap opera star, or a great ath permite, just a unbroken kid.Nonetheless I thought Id like to meet him and talk to him later on on in the day.By this time we all were becoming restless, and I definitely knew why. Everyonewas waiting for recess, the time when kids ge t to have fun and let it all hangout. After all we didnt have class all summer, and keeping our butts in thosechairs for so long was beginning to hurt.     Lunch rolling around and we knew what that meant recess was next. Thebell rang and everyone ran outside, bursting onto the playground like a horde oflocusts attacking crops. I saw many games going on dodgeball, soccer, brook