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While going to school, I was reminded on many occasions that this would be the last year in which I would drive this path with my sister and father to the Academy of the Most Blessed Sacrament. The briskness of the breeze brushed my golden, long hair behind me. I could feel my hair linger beside my head, trying to catch on with my pace. The hummingbirds hovered in heavenly harmony.There are many amazing memories that I can still recall to this day when attending A.M.B.S. On the first day of school, I recall the greenish, brownish leaves swirl below me, forming a tornado of petals in the air. "Swoosh, swoosh,"the branches would sway. The weather was as if I had moved to the south. I was sweating bullets with my heavy school uniform on and my backpack full of supplies. I could feel the salty drops slide and drip down my neck. However, I felt a chip on my shoulder when I was about to enter the school's entrance. Although excited, I was nervous for the transition of being a seventh grader to becoming an eighth grader. My class would be at the top of the heap, and I would become one of the big bees. I was also cautious of how I acted, for I did not want to rub anyone the wrong way, especially on the first day of school. I remember things being hectic; teachers were swarming in and out of there classrooms, trying to settle down their classes. I greeted my homeroom teacher, Ms. Wetzel, and from that moment on, I have experienced exhilarating moments with friends, classmates, and all of the teachers.
While going to school, I was reminded on many occasions that this would be the last year in which I would drive this path with my sister and father to the Academy of the Most Blessed Sacrament. The briskness of the breeze brushed my golden, long hair behind me. I could feel my hair linger beside my head, trying to catch on with my pace. The hummingbirds hovered in heavenly harmony.There are many amazing memories that I can still recall to this day when attending A.M.B.S. On the first day of school, I recall the greenish, brownish leaves swirl below me, forming a tornado of petals in the air. "Swoosh, swoosh,"the branches would sway. The weather was as if I had moved to the south. I was sweating bullets with my heavy school uniform on and my backpack full of supplies. I could feel the salty drops slide and drip down my neck. However, I felt a chip on my shoulder when I was about to enter the school's entrance. Although excited, I was nervous for the transition of being a seventh grader to becoming an eighth grader. My class would be at the top of the heap, and I would become one of the big bees. I was also cautious of how I acted, for I did not want to rub anyone the wrong way, especially on the first day of school. I remember things being hectic; teachers were swarming in and out of there classrooms, trying to settle down their classes. I greeted my homeroom teacher, Ms. Wetzel, and from that moment on, I have experienced exhilarating moments with friends, classmates, and all of the teachers.