My Once In A Lifetime Dream

Chapter 5 Last Class

Last Class

    Our next and last class for the day is an elective class; so, Angelina, me, and 13 other classmates took Gym while Kelly and the rest of the 14 other classmates went to cooking class. To which these electives were half a credit each.  That means they are for one semester each for the first years. But for the second and third years, they can change to other electives, half credits each, or stay with any of the elective as a club committee for full credit. (To which it can help for colleges recommendation due to the activities done on each elective courses.)

    Our Gym teacher is Mr. Orlando Rivera, which by chance, good or bad, is the same coach-teacher for group Z11 and the basketball team. (I don’t know if I want to do the happy dance or the sorrow crying.) Because it means that sooner or later I have to confront the basketball teammates and/or Z11 group (and remember the incident this morning). Right now when I came into the gym a few third years were cleaning or putting away what they were using in their class. I got a little self-conscious because of their stares to the incoming class (my group). Because this class was the last one we were all kind of tired due to the rollercoaster of emotions, especially myself.  Once inside the gym all of us were talking non-stop until Mr. Orlando Rivera whistled with all of his strength and lungs to grab our attention. It worked very well after half of us screamed out loud and came into silence. When we looked at him, he was sort of upset but continues with the class.  He was looking at our faces and asking our names, what were our strengths, and other questions related to physical movement and any type of sports we played or were interested in. As soon as he got to the last in the class, something in his mind clicked, because he tried to muffle a laugh. Even though he didn’t comment on anything different, I feel that he remembered the incident. And the bell rang right on time when he was going to say to us something else. Everyone said their goodbye’s to the teacher/coach. And I was on my way to the door when I bump into someone. When I looked up while saying sorry I was getting very red on the face.

   I bumped into JOE BERRIOS!!? “Shi….t what a way to end my day at school,” I said in my head. He did say sorry, too, and moved to the side to let me pass. I left the gym in a hurry and left to the school almost in a sprint without looking back. It was my second time today leaving a place without taking a back glance because of embarrassment.