<p>Hello everyone. I was wondering what you guys thought about my essay. I haven't finished it, but this is what I have so far. It's about walking to school...Kinda weird, I know. Keep in mind that it needs a LOT of work and revision. All comments are welcome! They won't hurt my feelings, really. I wrote this in like 25 minutes. It's a rough draft.</p>
<pre><code>All of the schools I have ever attended have been within one half mile of my house. So, for the past 13 years I have taken the same exact route every morning at 7:45. Out the door, down Pala Avenue, left on Highland, cross at the intersection (the Oakland one, not the Blair one), take a right down Magnolia, and you're there. The only thing that has changed in this custom is that my Mother no longer has to accompany me to Elementary School.
Winters are the best. The crisp November air swirls the fallen golden brown leaves. I walk, deeply inhaling the brisk air with a sense of tranquility. While on my way, I notice the old white Land Rover, the one with the cracked and peeling paint, packed to capacity with everything imaginable papers, cases of soda, old straw hats, and what somewhat resembles an old record player. The lady with the Golden Retrievers walks by. Her older one trots merrily along, the other (a small puppy) is too young and gets tired during her long walks. She has to put him in a baby stroller. When I pass the community church, I can see all of the tiny second and third graders, just exiting their early-morning Spanish class with Senora Rosa. I round the corner now, passing the old Veterans Hall where I old ladies perfume can be smelt wafting out the windows. This time is my last vestige of liberty until the sounding of the school bell, when all of the students apathetically wander their way to class. I savor this time, wanting it to last forever, or at least until after first period AP French.
This routine has given structure to the start of my day, and as a result, the rest of my day seems to run smoother and more enjoyably. It is like a diving board & you don't need it to get into the pool, but it is so much more fun to use it and have a clean entry, rather than a chaotic splash.
<p>I have realized that through this unexceptional and unremarkable practice, I have learned to look forward to mornings, and thus now look forward to the start of School each day. This is not only the beginning school, but the beginning of each day. Each day, I have found, is a new opportunity; an opportunity to learn, to grow, and to love; and which I have grown to love, and through it I have learned to grow.</p>