A Schoolyard Lesson

"Get up, get up you have school today," my mother blurted out, as I fell out of bed. I stood up and waddled to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror I smiled to myself; I knew today was going to be just fine. My family and I had just moved from Guatemala, and today was to be my first day at Bel Air Elementary School. I usually donít get worried about these situations, since Iíve been through the routine before, besides I tend to make friends pretty easily. Why would today be any different, I told myself.
I finished brushing my teeth and splashing my face, then continued to get dressed. I threw on some Bugle Boy caches, a Polo shirt, and some Nikes. After giving up on my hair; I ran into the kitchen and snatched my lunch box off the counter. Soon I was out the door and on to face my first day at my new school.
After defeating the labyrinth of streets that we call our neighborhood, and meeting my first crossing guard; I made my way into the school. It was quite crowded , but I knew where I was headed. I proceeded up the stairs and down the hall to room 212, where I sat down in the front row. I turned around and took a quick peak 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 bell rang 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 they were new to the area, of which Brian Vedder was the only boy. He wasnít much to look at, not a soap opera star, or a great athlete, just a regular kid. Nonetheless I thought Iíd like to meet him and talk to him later on in the day.
By this time we all were becoming restless, and I definitely knew why. Everyone was waiting for recess, the time when kids get to have fun and let it all hang out. After all we didnít have class all summer, and keeping our butts in those chairs for so long was beginning to hurt.
Lunch rolled around and we knew what that meant; recess was next. The bell rang and everyone ran outside, bursting onto the playground like a swarm of locusts attacking crops. I saw many games going on: dodgeball, soccer, jump roping, and many others. It seemed all right, but it wasnít what I expected. I couldnít believe that no one was playing football. Even in Guatemala we played football; I wondered what I could do.
That day when I came home from school, I searched through our "bucket of balls" for my football. Yes, I found it, my black and yellow, mini Steelers ball. I began to think how I could integrate football into the lives of the kids. The first thing that popped into my mind was Brian Vedder who I had met earlier that day; he knew a few of the soccer players and he might be able to get them to play football. The next person I could count on was Melvin Jackson. I met Melvin while in math class, he was new to the school too, and he was dying to play football too. With these two I could at least throw the ball around, and hope for others to join in.
The next morning I awoke to the same routine as usual. I put on some clothes and belted out the door a little earlier than usual. When I got to school I hid my ball in my backpack until I could stuff it into my cubby hole. Then I looked for Melvin, he was across the hall in Mrs. Symms class where I had math class. I went up to him and asked him if heíd play football with me at recess. He told me he would love to and even told his friend Sean Gravely about it. Well at least now I didnít have to ask for Brianís help.
Recess came again