Personal Descriptive Portrait Essay

I do not remember much of my first day in 7th grade, but the one thought that I can remember clearly is walking to my art class to the first time. The only time beforehand I was allowed to be in the school was 7th grade orientation which was two weeks before school, and gave us a chance to explore the school. I spent the whole time being yelled at by my father because I could not open my locker correctly. Likely the reason being he was yelling at me, as on the first day I opened it just fine. Therefore, I never got the chance to find my classrooms. Luckily, the school has 8th graders get paired up with 7th graders to show them around the first day. I got paired up with a kind 8th grader to show me around school, and automatically I was intrigued by the art classroom. The art classroom itself was positioned in a unique and even artistic way. Instead of turning the corner and having it be a straight-forward door to the classroom; the door was angled to the opposite you’d expect, surrounding the door were bricks and many pieces of art. As the 8th grader looked into the classroom and told me what it was all about I put my hand on a piece of art hanging on the bulletin board. It was thin paper, yet there were so many layers of paint. You could feel the detail itself, there was so much put into it that you could feel it. I’ve never seen anything like it. “Ready to go find your technology class?” my 8th grade mentor said, adjusting her glasses and smiling sweetly. “… Yeah, yeah sure.” I said quietly looking into the classroom. She took my arm lightly and we turned down the hall and continued with the tour of the school. Lucky for me, all my classes were in basically the same region so I was done quickly. Afterwards though I was alone, as most of my friends I knew ended up on different “teams” of the school. I found myself going back to the art classroom to wait for the announcement that told us to go to our advisory classrooms, as the art class was just down the