The First 24

By: Danny Brumar

Ok so my first day of high school didn’t exactly go as planned but in the end, it turned out to be a pretty good day.
As I came into school I walked to my locker and dropped off my bag. I turned around to go to my class and there were so many people wedged into the hallway President Obama could’ve been giving his speech right there in the middle of C hall. I fought through the massive crowed and headed for my first hour class-AFJROTC-which is in the South Cafeteria. When I got to the cafeteria I walked in and headed toward the room with the sign marked TDR. I walked into the room and no one was there. Thought immediately started racing through my mind like it was the start of the Indy 500. “What if there was a schedule mix up? What if I’m in the wrong class?” all of these thoughts raced through my mind as I walked out of the cafeteria. I walked into the main lobby and looked around. I was surrounded by upper class men, and I figured I must have looked pretty stupid, just standing there looking around.


I stood there for about a minute, and then I saw a man, with a short, clean haircut, a sky blue shirt, navy blue pants, and shiny black shoes that you could see your reflection in. He walked into the cafeteria and, without a second thought I followed him. I mean what would a guy be doing in a uniform like that in a high school besides teaching some sort of military class. As I followed him through the door, the upper class men were still sitting at the round tables, talking loudly. He walked into the TDR room and I followed. When I got in to the room he was turning on his computer, and when he turned around he walked over to me and we shook hands. “Sergeant Howard” He said,” But you can call me Sarg”
“Danny Brumar” I said. As I introduced my self, another kid walked in, and he introduced himself. As he did this a small group of kids walked in, and I figured they were freshman, considering there faces were as white as ghosts. Sarg told us to sit down, and as we were doing so, more kids walked in. I figured these were upper class men, just by the simple fact that they walked up and said “Hi Sarg, good to be back” they took there seats and Sarg immediately started talking.


He talked for about the rest of the class and as he was doing this, the older kids were joking around and it lighted the mood a lot. Sarg was ok with it, considering the fact he was laughing with us. In those 24 minutes, my whole attitude changed, from being incredibly scared, to happy and relaxed.


So like I said, it didn’t start out as planed, but in the end it turned out all right.