My Week in Review

A recollection of my week

“So much is buried in our lives that we forget what we have learned.”
― Harley King

When I glanced over the assignment for the narrative paragraph, I thought it would be a breeze. I decided to start it after Friday, because that’s when my week ended, and I was supposed to do an overview of the week. Well Friday came and went, and Saturday, and Sunday. I did my other homework, but didn’t really want to spend the hour or so working on a big writing piece. On Monday, I realize that I should probably get started. Then I realized my problem, I had no memory of the week that I just experienced. I racked my brain for any tiny bit of information that I had stored on the five days that I had just spent at school. 

From what I know, it started on Monday last week, that’s when school normally starts. I dragged myself to Global Studies, all the way across campus from my advisor. I sat down in my chair in the oval table and started to work on my Middle East essay. It wasn’t a terrible start to my week, our class was relaxed and I got to get enough work done. 

The next few classes went by like a blur, but I remember liking them, Latin, Bio, Geometry, not a terrible schedule. Overall the day went pretty well, even though everything seems hazy in my memory.

The next day was Tuesday. I had YIP and I realized I forgot my iPad, great. I was tired from waking up earlier than usual, and forgetting the thing I needed to participate didn’t help either. We were supposed to do independent research on charities, but without anyway to do that, it wasn’t great. Eventually the class ended and I hurried from advisor to English. Still without an iPad, I spent my time waiting at the round, wooden table for my mom to come and drop it off. With the class scattered about the room, it was weird just sitting idling in the middle of the room. Finally I just decide to wait at the front office. I make my way through the halls and out onto the chilly field. After about five minutes, my mom showed up and I rushed back to the classroom. 

Once I got back, my memory gets hazy. I might have submitted a assignment or two, then started working on Book X of the Odyssey. I sat on the sofa, trying my best to concentrate on the story while the people around me talked, I along side them. I don’t think I finished Book X in class, so I had to finish it for homework. 

The rest of the day I bounced around from class to class, happy because it was a half day. When we finally got out, I felt kind of hungry p, do I went to go get pizza, knowing I hadn’t signed up. From there, I hung around, not really sure of what to do. 

Wednesday was the day I remember most, because I wasn’t at school. I went to tour and interview at a secondary school. The tour and interview were pretty normal, we walked through the school then I sat down and talked with someone for twenty-ish minutes. When it was over I went back to the car with my Mom, and headed home.

On Thursday I didn’t have English. I had two periods, Latin and Global, then a double Bio. I remember the double Bio period being pretty fun, we learned a lot more stuff about genetics, and didn’t spend too long in one place. We had three different labs going on at the same time, so it didn’t feel like two hours of nothing. After that school was pretty much over, I had lunch then an art period then, nothing. Sports was over now, no more staying until five, running miles around the campus. It was nice, not having to stay for so long, but also weird. The whole school was still here, with us. I ended up hanging out in Mrs. Wei’s room with my friend Harrison and a few others. We watched the lower school do their work, something I had never seen before. Their day ended with a story and a game, which we ninth graders got to participate in. Soon after, I got picked up, and my day was over.

Then came Friday, the final day of the week before the long weekend. It started with English. I wasn’t sure at first what we were going to do, so I just sat down, finding a drum to wrap on while I waited. Soon I realized what I wanted to do, read Book XI; Fitz said we don’t have to read it, but my curiosity got the better of me. I tried at first to read with everyone around me, but soon realized that it wasn’t going to go very well. A couple of shouts across the room later, I dragged my stuff to the stairs, just outside the classroom. I could still hear the occasional chatter, but I did well at just keeping on reading. By the end of the period I had finished my work, and realized that maybe I didn’t have to read it. We all filed out of the room, and went to our next classes. 

A few hours later, it was over, I was free to go home and enjoy the long weekend. 

When I was writing this I realized that I didn’t remember too much of the week. But, that’s okay, because I know I learned a great bit.