Keaton's+Page+-Short+story

What a School

Another normal day has once again begun. It has been a boring, plain, week.

Nothing exciting at all, which is very unusual, just the same pile after pile of homework.

I thought I smelled muffins downstairs.

“Tyler! Hurry up and get dressed so you can eat breakfast!” His mom chirped.

Tylerʼs mom worked as a cook for the White House. As usual, she had cooked up a

feast for the whole family, like every other morning. Whether itʼs bacon or scrambled

eggs, she always gets carried away with it.

When I got downstairs, Mom looked anxious. “Youʼre not going to school,” mom said.

“Youʼre going to help me move into our new house!”

“New house? Why?” I asked.

She told how my dad got a new job out of town and we had to move for the job. I

wasn't excited for the move because I knew that I was going to have to leave my

friends. This normal day was taking a turn for the worse.

And so it began, a new day, a new home, and a new school.

The day after we moved, I began school. The bus ride was terrifying. The driver

was the size of a hippo. When I got to school, I wondered why everyone looked the

same. Then I realized that they were wearing uniforms. i ended up siting in the office

since I wasn't dressed right.

When I got home I was very mad at my mom for not telling me about uniforms.

She claimed she forgot about the uniforms. It didn't really seem like she cared that

much about it, but then again, she wasn't the one sitting in the office.

The next day was just as bad on the bus, but class was better. One thing for

sure was that I didn't have to sit in the office again. The teacher seemed owl-y and the

kids were amazingly smart. I didn't fit in very well.

Over the next few weeks Iʼve been complaining and begging her to let me stay

home. There was an article in the newspaper about school uniforms and I cut out these

facts to show Mom, “Uniforms are an unfair additional expense for parents who pay

taxes for a free public education.” by Marian Wilde, Great Schools Staff. the other two I

cut out were these,“Often it is the uniform that is inappropriate, being too cold in winter

and too hot in summer.” by the International Debate Education Association. My last one

goes like this: “Students always find ways to tease or bully others, regardless of what

other clothes are worn.” by American School Board Journal. That one had the biggest

hit on Mom. She said she wishes she could change it but, she has no control over the

school.

When I got home from school the next day, Mom drilled me -- how was your day?

What went on? I told her that I didn't want to go to school there anymore because of

the uniforms. Then she interrupted me, “Youʼll be happy to know your dad is taking a

new job. Weʼre moving again. No more uniforms for you.”

I was so excited. Things were going through my head like moving, no more bus

driver, and hopefully no more uniforms.

I woke up with a pleasant thought in my mind the next morning. It was moving

day. It took a while to get all the boxes in the truck, but it was going to be worth it. The

feeling of going away from that house felt good. I knew we were headed toward a new

adventure.