I was 14 when I started at Colton Jr. High School in Colton, California. Beginning in the middle of the year probably wasn’t the best start in school for me, but that’s hot it was in my life--going from one school to another. I was a quiet kid, so I didn’t make friends very easily, except for one kid; buy the name of James, my main friend at the time. A few months into the year, I became bored with my spare time at school and my only outlet to curve this feeling was videogames. I had heard that there were computers in the library. So, I decided to go take a look one day. When Colton Jr. High was built, the seven buildings were laid out in rows to form a square and resembled a large courtyard with sidewalks wrapping around each building. There were ten classes to one structure and each row was dedicated to a particular class of study: English, Math, the Sciences, and the electives building, housing classes such as Home Economics, Ceramics, etc., with the library built off the end of the wing. The size of the library was small relative to the number of students that attended the school; the student body alone was approximately fifty-five hundred kids. The front door to the building was on the same walkway as the elective classes. When I stood in the library’s door and looked out, I saw to the left of me the backside of the last building. Straight ahead on the first building were the main school offices and slightly to the right of that, the auditorium. In the middle and off to the right around the auditorium was the playground, and directly behind me was the library. As I turned around, and walked into the library, the smell of old books that had been sitting to long on their shelves, hit my nose, like a basement full of mol. As I advanced, a feeling of claustrophobia overwhelmed me in the narrow opening I had entered. Moving along the small opening, I saw to my immediate left a small lab consisting of only 6 very outdated
I was 14 when I started at Colton Jr. High School in Colton, California. Beginning in the middle of the year probably wasn’t the best start in school for me, but that’s hot it was in my life--going from one school to another. I was a quiet kid, so I didn’t make friends very easily, except for one kid; buy the name of James, my main friend at the time. A few months into the year, I became bored with my spare time at school and my only outlet to curve this feeling was videogames. I had heard that there were computers in the library. So, I decided to go take a look one day. When Colton Jr. High was built, the seven buildings were laid out in rows to form a square and resembled a large courtyard with sidewalks wrapping around each building. There were ten classes to one structure and each row was dedicated to a particular class of study: English, Math, the Sciences, and the electives building, housing classes such as Home Economics, Ceramics, etc., with the library built off the end of the wing. The size of the library was small relative to the number of students that attended the school; the student body alone was approximately fifty-five hundred kids. The front door to the building was on the same walkway as the elective classes. When I stood in the library’s door and looked out, I saw to the left of me the backside of the last building. Straight ahead on the first building were the main school offices and slightly to the right of that, the auditorium. In the middle and off to the right around the auditorium was the playground, and directly behind me was the library. As I turned around, and walked into the library, the smell of old books that had been sitting to long on their shelves, hit my nose, like a basement full of mol. As I advanced, a feeling of claustrophobia overwhelmed me in the narrow opening I had entered. Moving along the small opening, I saw to my immediate left a small lab consisting of only 6 very outdated