The Echoing Sound of a Long Day

Big thoughts raced through my mind as I embarked on a, in some sense, final trip to school; who's going to be in my class? who will our teachers be? mainly all kinds of little things that worry.    Due to some complications, i was unable to find a ride to school on my first day, so i had to call a taxi company a day ahead to get that done. Although the taxi promised to come in at the most convenient timing possible...it eventually arrived ten minutes past five in the morning! way to be convenient!? :/ 

I eventually accepted the reality of the situation, got into the taxi and arrived just about 15 minutes later, due of the lack of civilization of the road, I could have sworn I heard sound of the car's engine echo through the horizon of that empty godforsaken morning.        Although the car slowly crawling, my heart was raipidly and curiously racing towards the school, and then, the buzz-kill. Just as disappointing as it sounds, school was closed! it is yet to open at six thirty. Un-willfully, i walked to the juice stall nearby to kill of  few hours....had a most original Arab breakfast, drank Karak and shamefully walked back to school.   At first it all looked unchanged, from the small details going through the largest, but i was yet t be proven wrong.       It felt like Neil Armstrong as I was arguably the first person to set foor on school ground since the past academic year.   It was at least a good half an hour before I saw a living being come into the school; fast-forward a few frames, I'm stuck outside the school's building -- What happened!?  As it appears my parents have not registered me for this year and thus i was temporarily not allowed into the class; skipping through boring details, It was only until 9 o'cock that i went into class :-

 Beaten down by the process, i sat in the first spot that crossed my vision, got ready my pen and paper, and as similarly as every predictable year of my scholastic life, I proceeded to listen to each teacher's lectures, alternating between the "you're in the Xth grade" speech and the "I am your daddy, you will respect me" speech, truly a joy! I don't believe anything note worthy happened that day, although i was extremely gladdened by the familiar faces that i instantly recognized the moment i set foot in class :) But not for long,  soon all the delight faded away! stay tuned.