Part one of term paper
“Wake up! Wake up!� The shrieking commands of my now irate mother abruptly awake me. As I strain to open my eyes, I am pierced by the fiery hot coals of the sun’s rays. I roll out of bed, only to hear more commands barked out by my mother. “Hurry up, you’re going to be late, you don’t want to be late on your first day of school.†...

Part two of term paper
... I check my bag one last time to make sure that I haven’t forgotten anything. After a quick glance, I jump on my bike and start peddling ferociously. The time is now 7:54 a.m., and school begins promptly at 8:00 a.m. The thought of being late is still in the back of my mind and it makes me peddle even faster. I reach the school with two minutes to spare. As I reach the front doors, the principal who kindly tells me to slow down greets me. I quickly find my seat as the last tone of the bell sounds ...