A Day in the Life of McKenzie O'Riely
My hectic schedules, thoughts of college, and pushy teachers and parents make my life seem life it is going way too fast- did I mention that I was only 14? Well, I am, and it is far from normal, which is what I would like to be. My parents, like I said are pushy, they want me to do everything there is to do that looks good on a college resume, and still have time to do homework and a job (juggling all of these isn't easy). Do you really want to know what my life is like? Do you really want to know? Ok- sit back relax and get your popcorn for A Day in the Life of McKenzie O'Riely.
My name (duh) is McKenzie Sarah O'Riely. Like I said I'm a 14 year old 8th grader, at P.S. 187 in New York. Maybe in the eyes of my friends I'm normal, on the outside, but inside it is all one big jumble. The things that I want entangle with the things my parents want, but hey it's my life right? So then why do I let them control it? Well maybe you can figure it out because I can't.
Day 1
Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm goes off scaring me half to death. I try to just keep sleeping but after those loud high pitched rings I'm wide awake. I slump down to the kitchen and pour some Captain Crunch and eat it slowly at first. I then speed up because I realize that it was getting close to 8:00 and I had to get going. I took my shower and did my hair- curly as usual. I got dressed and picked out my shoes- I had tons of shoes! My room was somewhat clean when I got up, now it looked like 500 pigs made their home in my room. As I walk out the door to the bus I knew mom was going to kill me for the mess.
So I got on the bus, only to find out that my usual seat had been taken by a 6th grader- the nerve.
"Hey, do you know what?" I ask him feeling my anger rise.
"No, what?" he says stupidly.
"You're in my seat," I stop waiting for a response," and lower graders aren't supposed to sit back with the high-schoolers and the 8th graders."
"Tough!" he blurts in my face.
"Well get out of my seat!" I scream. I then find out that everyone is staring at me. Pretty normal-huh?!
I settle with the next closest seat and give the kid a dirty look. NOT A GOOD DAY! Sorry you had to hear that.
So I was having a bad day. I got to school and my best friend greets me with her excited "Hey!"
"I'm really not in the mood," I say.
"Well, whatever," she always shrugs things off.
Her name of course is Carrie Standman. She is the sweetest thing. She is always there when you need her and no matter what the cost. Then there is Alex, she is really brave and really smart. Danny is the listener and she knows when you need help. So there are all of my best buds at school, now here are some of the teachers.
Mr. Roden, he has the coolest room, he teaches science. He always lets you talk after your done working. Mrs. Knack, she is the social studies teacher, she loves having parties, and we have one almost every Friday. Mr. Montgomery teaches math. He always has a visual aid and we almost never have homework. Mrs. Lang is the grammar teacher. She always has us doing something fun. Weather we're reading, writing or doing activities we always have fun. Last is my homeroom teacher Mr.Donavin, his wife Mrs. Donavan teaches Home Ec down the hall. Both have two unique personalities, but there isn't a word to describe them.
So I have awesome teachers, great friends, and grades. So what's so wrong? Well there is something missing, and right now I don't know what it is. But I hope to find out what that is sooner that later.
So let's get back to me, in the lobby, with my friends.
"So what's the matter?" Carrie, Alex, and Danny all ask at the same time. We do that; we're that close.
"Nothing," I say; wait why was I mad in the first place? "I'm fine."
They leave it alone and move on to a new subject. "Christen Dressling has a crush on Andy Carmickel!" Danny tells me in one big breath.
"So?" I say feeling annoyed.
"Well you want to know what's on don't you. It's better than being the last to know!" Alex retorts back at me.
"Guys, I'm sorry I was just in a bad mood this morning," I really meant it too.
"It's ok," they chime together.
"You guys were saying?" I pleasantly perk up and wait to hear what they have to say.
"Anyway, rumor is that Jonathan Mcdenver picks his nose and sticks it in his ear and then eats it!" Carrie tells us with a giggle."
"Ewwwwww!" We all shriek together.
"And Bobby Santos likes Samantha Perkins. She doesn't like him but he is totally like goo-goo-ga-ga over her," Danny tells us. She always has the scoop on who likes who.
The bell rings for us to go to homeroom. Everyone jumbles into the hallways. I quickly get to my locker and open it just as fast. Getting to homeroom is totally different. It is all the way down hallway 3. Getting through the mob of people makes it even harder. I got to homeroom on time but only a minute to spare. I go for my usual seat by Stephan. Stephan is one of my good guy friends. He is the only one that I really know that's in my homeroom. He always talks to me, not like some other guys that I know.
He talks up storm about this and that all through homeroom, I don't get a word in edgewise. I can't wait for my first class, social studies, in hallway 2. Today we are going to go over Chapter 17 and get ready for the quiz on Wednesday.
The bell rings and I say good-bye to Stephan and I rush to hallway 2. I get there and sit in my seat. I have this class with 2 of my friends Lizzie and Mandy. They aren't as close to me as "the girls" but I like them just the same.
When I'm in this class I don't think about it, I keep thinking what's next how far it is and how long it will take. I need to mellow out and relax so I can think about this class not Home Ec or Science or even Language. I've tried before it did work; but I couldn't stand it. What will we be doing in Home Ec? See I'm doing it again!
Back to class. Wait class is over! What happened? What parts are the quizzes over?
Gosh! See I do it for a whole period. I space out. It looks like I'm tuned in but I'm tuned out. It isn't usually that bad unless I have something on my mind.
Anyway next class Home Ec. We were making cookies. Time really counts here and I can make cookies fast. My mind keeps going and going. Like the Energizer Bunny. I guess in a way I have been "trained" to work fast. My parents have raised me to get done efficiently and quickly.
Sugar, flour, milk, stir. Eggs, chocolate chips nuts place on sheet. Bake, eat. Get and A. Get to Grammar.
Whew, that wasn't so hard. Now on to class!
"Prepositions" Mrs. Lang says, "We use them a lot and there are many
of them," she concludes.
"Prepositions, periods, statements, questions, verbs, adverbs, question marks, adjectives, what's the difference?" Bill Karmon says out loud. "Won't we all end up using yall, ain't, wanna, and gonna? C'mon!"
"Excuse me? I'm not paid enough to hear you complain about everything. I come here to teach, and if you don't want to learn then get out!" Mrs. Lang says smoothly.
Sometimes Mrs. Long gets over dramatic on some things. Like that. But when there are times when she is about to lose her cool she stays mellow. But everyone knows she means well.
Bill stands up and heads toward the door. Bill is the "sour strawberry", I guess of our class. He always speaks out, never turns in an assignment, and doesn't pay attention. Sometimes there are points where everyone wants to form a line and strangle him. Sandy Marurie would be first in line. She hates him. He has made fun of her and picked on her ever since 1st grade! She is always the first to be picked on; now no one finds it funny.
Well, Grammar is over time for Math. As I'm going I'll tell you more about my school and how it works.
You know Survivor? Well it's a lot like that. Outwit=Grades, Outplay=Sports, Outlast=the Popular Game. We have our own rules to follow. In some ways we have 2 "tribes". (We don't really have names)
The In-Crowd
Jocks, popular people, some smart people
The Geeks
Nerds, geeks, ECT.
Not one really talks to "The Geeks", they don't talk to us. We have our way and they have theirs. We are happy-I guess. Some people go in and out of the group. Only some really care about who they hang with. I personally don't care.
Anyway, sometimes our "tribes" clash against each other and we have huge fights (about who knows what).
We have our own seats, lockers, lunch tables, and some classes away from them. See how divided we are? Just the thought of being near them to some people makes them cringes. To me is sad. So let's drop it.
This class is cool, Mr. Montgomery loves fractions. Hey! So do I! I think they are easy, and fast to do.
Anyway Mr. Montgomery talks about dividing fractions. Bor- ing! I already know how to do them. Put the whole number over 1, flip the second over and multiply. Duh!
So while he talks about fractions let me tell you more about- me!
So you got all of the stats and friends and teachers. So what is Makinzie O'Riley really like?
What do I like to do? Well:
Tennis
Volleyball
Swimming
Spell Bowl
After School Tutoring
And a job at a pet shop
You have no idea of hectic it really is.
It would be worse if they all were at the same time. Only some of those things I really like, others my parents go me into.
"Your assignment is-" Mr. Montgomery tells us.
Oh well maybe later.
So everyone gets their homework done before the bell.
Now, on to science! Mr. Roden has all of the things for our projects already out. Well, you don't know about that but that's ok you don't need to know. Anyway, I speed through mine and race out at the bell.
Seats at lunch go fast so I need to get to them early. Seats for me and all of "the girls" are still left. Whew! Once I got in the seats I put all of my stuff in the seats for my friends.
Carrie says.
"Hey girl, what's up?" I say back.
"Nothing much," she says slowly.
Lunch goes by slowly, not very much gossip.
Oh well. Next class is art.
Art- hmmmmm, I can't describe it!
I really like it. It is so much fun, painting, drawing, sculpting, and all that good stuff. So like all the other ones this class whizzes by.
Today is my only free night every other day I have lots of complicated stuff. Mostly sports and academic things clash. So I'm always running from the school gym to the science room or somewhere else. But, you can imagine what a free night feels like for me. Now, I'll probably get back to you tomorrow. I want to savor the moment of a free night.
My hectic schedules, thoughts of college, and pushy teachers and parents make my life seem life it is going way too fast- did I mention that I was only 14? Well, I am, and it is far from normal, which is what I would like to be. My parents, like I said are pushy, they want me to do everything there is to do that looks good on a college resume, and still have time to do homework and a job (juggling all of these isn't easy). Do you really want to know what my life is like? Do you really want to know? Ok- sit back relax and get your popcorn for A Day in the Life of McKenzie O'Riely.
My name (duh) is McKenzie Sarah O'Riely. Like I said I'm a 14 year old 8th grader, at P.S. 187 in New York. Maybe in the eyes of my friends I'm normal, on the outside, but inside it is all one big jumble. The things that I want entangle with the things my parents want, but hey it's my life right? So then why do I let them control it? Well maybe you can figure it out because I can't.
Day 1
Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm goes off scaring me half to death. I try to just keep sleeping but after those loud high pitched rings I'm wide awake. I slump down to the kitchen and pour some Captain Crunch and eat it slowly at first. I then speed up because I realize that it was getting close to 8:00 and I had to get going. I took my shower and did my hair- curly as usual. I got dressed and picked out my shoes- I had tons of shoes! My room was somewhat clean when I got up, now it looked like 500 pigs made their home in my room. As I walk out the door to the bus I knew mom was going to kill me for the mess.
So I got on the bus, only to find out that my usual seat had been taken by a 6th grader- the nerve.
"Hey, do you know what?" I ask him feeling my anger rise.
"No, what?" he says stupidly.
"You're in my seat," I stop waiting for a response," and lower graders aren't supposed to sit back with the high-schoolers and the 8th graders."
"Tough!" he blurts in my face.
"Well get out of my seat!" I scream. I then find out that everyone is staring at me. Pretty normal-huh?!
I settle with the next closest seat and give the kid a dirty look. NOT A GOOD DAY! Sorry you had to hear that.
So I was having a bad day. I got to school and my best friend greets me with her excited "Hey!"
"I'm really not in the mood," I say.
"Well, whatever," she always shrugs things off.
Her name of course is Carrie Standman. She is the sweetest thing. She is always there when you need her and no matter what the cost. Then there is Alex, she is really brave and really smart. Danny is the listener and she knows when you need help. So there are all of my best buds at school, now here are some of the teachers.
Mr. Roden, he has the coolest room, he teaches science. He always lets you talk after your done working. Mrs. Knack, she is the social studies teacher, she loves having parties, and we have one almost every Friday. Mr. Montgomery teaches math. He always has a visual aid and we almost never have homework. Mrs. Lang is the grammar teacher. She always has us doing something fun. Weather we're reading, writing or doing activities we always have fun. Last is my homeroom teacher Mr.Donavin, his wife Mrs. Donavan teaches Home Ec down the hall. Both have two unique personalities, but there isn't a word to describe them.
So I have awesome teachers, great friends, and grades. So what's so wrong? Well there is something missing, and right now I don't know what it is. But I hope to find out what that is sooner that later.
So let's get back to me, in the lobby, with my friends.
"So what's the matter?" Carrie, Alex, and Danny all ask at the same time. We do that; we're that close.
"Nothing," I say; wait why was I mad in the first place? "I'm fine."
They leave it alone and move on to a new subject. "Christen Dressling has a crush on Andy Carmickel!" Danny tells me in one big breath.
"So?" I say feeling annoyed.
"Well you want to know what's on don't you. It's better than being the last to know!" Alex retorts back at me.
"Guys, I'm sorry I was just in a bad mood this morning," I really meant it too.
"It's ok," they chime together.
"You guys were saying?" I pleasantly perk up and wait to hear what they have to say.
"Anyway, rumor is that Jonathan Mcdenver picks his nose and sticks it in his ear and then eats it!" Carrie tells us with a giggle."
"Ewwwwww!" We all shriek together.
"And Bobby Santos likes Samantha Perkins. She doesn't like him but he is totally like goo-goo-ga-ga over her," Danny tells us. She always has the scoop on who likes who.
The bell rings for us to go to homeroom. Everyone jumbles into the hallways. I quickly get to my locker and open it just as fast. Getting to homeroom is totally different. It is all the way down hallway 3. Getting through the mob of people makes it even harder. I got to homeroom on time but only a minute to spare. I go for my usual seat by Stephan. Stephan is one of my good guy friends. He is the only one that I really know that's in my homeroom. He always talks to me, not like some other guys that I know.
He talks up storm about this and that all through homeroom, I don't get a word in edgewise. I can't wait for my first class, social studies, in hallway 2. Today we are going to go over Chapter 17 and get ready for the quiz on Wednesday.
The bell rings and I say good-bye to Stephan and I rush to hallway 2. I get there and sit in my seat. I have this class with 2 of my friends Lizzie and Mandy. They aren't as close to me as "the girls" but I like them just the same.
When I'm in this class I don't think about it, I keep thinking what's next how far it is and how long it will take. I need to mellow out and relax so I can think about this class not Home Ec or Science or even Language. I've tried before it did work; but I couldn't stand it. What will we be doing in Home Ec? See I'm doing it again!
Back to class. Wait class is over! What happened? What parts are the quizzes over?
Gosh! See I do it for a whole period. I space out. It looks like I'm tuned in but I'm tuned out. It isn't usually that bad unless I have something on my mind.
Anyway next class Home Ec. We were making cookies. Time really counts here and I can make cookies fast. My mind keeps going and going. Like the Energizer Bunny. I guess in a way I have been "trained" to work fast. My parents have raised me to get done efficiently and quickly.
Sugar, flour, milk, stir. Eggs, chocolate chips nuts place on sheet. Bake, eat. Get and A. Get to Grammar.
Whew, that wasn't so hard. Now on to class!
"Prepositions" Mrs. Lang says, "We use them a lot and there are many
of them," she concludes.
"Prepositions, periods, statements, questions, verbs, adverbs, question marks, adjectives, what's the difference?" Bill Karmon says out loud. "Won't we all end up using yall, ain't, wanna, and gonna? C'mon!"
"Excuse me? I'm not paid enough to hear you complain about everything. I come here to teach, and if you don't want to learn then get out!" Mrs. Lang says smoothly.
Sometimes Mrs. Long gets over dramatic on some things. Like that. But when there are times when she is about to lose her cool she stays mellow. But everyone knows she means well.
Bill stands up and heads toward the door. Bill is the "sour strawberry", I guess of our class. He always speaks out, never turns in an assignment, and doesn't pay attention. Sometimes there are points where everyone wants to form a line and strangle him. Sandy Marurie would be first in line. She hates him. He has made fun of her and picked on her ever since 1st grade! She is always the first to be picked on; now no one finds it funny.
Well, Grammar is over time for Math. As I'm going I'll tell you more about my school and how it works.
You know Survivor? Well it's a lot like that. Outwit=Grades, Outplay=Sports, Outlast=the Popular Game. We have our own rules to follow. In some ways we have 2 "tribes". (We don't really have names)
The In-Crowd
Jocks, popular people, some smart people
The Geeks
Nerds, geeks, ECT.
Not one really talks to "The Geeks", they don't talk to us. We have our way and they have theirs. We are happy-I guess. Some people go in and out of the group. Only some really care about who they hang with. I personally don't care.
Anyway, sometimes our "tribes" clash against each other and we have huge fights (about who knows what).
We have our own seats, lockers, lunch tables, and some classes away from them. See how divided we are? Just the thought of being near them to some people makes them cringes. To me is sad. So let's drop it.
This class is cool, Mr. Montgomery loves fractions. Hey! So do I! I think they are easy, and fast to do.
Anyway Mr. Montgomery talks about dividing fractions. Bor- ing! I already know how to do them. Put the whole number over 1, flip the second over and multiply. Duh!
So while he talks about fractions let me tell you more about- me!
So you got all of the stats and friends and teachers. So what is Makinzie O'Riley really like?
What do I like to do? Well:
Tennis
Volleyball
Swimming
Spell Bowl
After School Tutoring
And a job at a pet shop
You have no idea of hectic it really is.
It would be worse if they all were at the same time. Only some of those things I really like, others my parents go me into.
"Your assignment is-" Mr. Montgomery tells us.
Oh well maybe later.
So everyone gets their homework done before the bell.
Now, on to science! Mr. Roden has all of the things for our projects already out. Well, you don't know about that but that's ok you don't need to know. Anyway, I speed through mine and race out at the bell.
Seats at lunch go fast so I need to get to them early. Seats for me and all of "the girls" are still left. Whew! Once I got in the seats I put all of my stuff in the seats for my friends.
Carrie says.
"Hey girl, what's up?" I say back.
"Nothing much," she says slowly.
Lunch goes by slowly, not very much gossip.
Oh well. Next class is art.
Art- hmmmmm, I can't describe it!
I really like it. It is so much fun, painting, drawing, sculpting, and all that good stuff. So like all the other ones this class whizzes by.
Today is my only free night every other day I have lots of complicated stuff. Mostly sports and academic things clash. So I'm always running from the school gym to the science room or somewhere else. But, you can imagine what a free night feels like for me. Now, I'll probably get back to you tomorrow. I want to savor the moment of a free night.