Christopher Schaefer

Kathleen Beardsell

English 096

8 October 2014

The day I got to skip school

It was a cool Tuesday morning when the sun peaked through my window at 6:30 A.M. I woke up frightened thinking I was late for school, knowing I have a final exam first hour. I was a normal senior with the thought of graduating on my mind, and nothing else. Waking up late became part of my schedule once the second semester of school started. I became used to rushing and making it in the class with a couple seconds to spare. I hopped up out of bed and headed for the shower. Cold showers were becoming a normal thing because if I let the shower warm up, by that time I would be late. By this time my mom is in my room wondering why I wasn’t out the door. I then get out of the shower and let my mom know I’m running late. She then realizes I need to eat and makes me some food to eat on the way. But that day was different, that was the day she got sic of making me food and rushing because I was always late. Knowing I had an exam first hour meant if I didn’t show up before the bell had rung I would fail and I would not graduate. This made me fear being late, and at the rate I was going, late seemed like a very possible situation. At the time I owned a Cadillac CTS. This was a decently fast car and I liked going fast. I’ve drove anything I could get my hands on from when I was just a little kid. Cars have always been in big interest to me. I knew how to do a lot with cars from drifting in the snow, to speeding around back roads, all the way to blowing cars up for fun also learned to respect what could hurt you, and cars can definitely become dangerous in a snap of a second. The day I learned my biggest lesson was today, Tuesday October 2nd. This was the lesson my parents drilled in my head time after time. They would say, “Respect what can hurt you”. I