It was quiet in the moments before the bell rang. The air stood still as the students anxiously waited for their signal to leave. All you could hear was the clock.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
It was calm. It was a moment to breathe.
Then came the loud, ear-piercing thunder of the bell, signaling for the students to leave. And suddenly there was no longer enough air to breathe. The air became a thick fog, infested with the germs of other students, pressing against my skin.
Claustrophobia was never something I was familiar with until I was met with high school passing period.
As students rushed out of their class, hurrying to wherever their destination was; whether that be their friends or their class; I always felt like a salmon swimming upstream.
My thoughts that were once a straight, clean line became an indistinguishable scribble of all shapes and colors meshed into one in the crowd making left from right, up from down impossible to differentiate from one another.
The noise of the students yelling was suffocating, overwhelming. I could always hear my heartbeat in my throat as I contemplate what’ll happen if I get to class late.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
I silently cry at the pain in my foot as I hurry up the stairs, unintentionally bumping into the shoulders of almost everyone I pass, almost losing all my stuff.
Passing period is like war both inside and out.
I hate passing period.
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This is an incredibly descriptive piece and the imagery you incorporated was so relatable. I agree that passing period can become overwhelming at times especially with all the people around traveling to different destinations. I love how you compared it to a “salmon swimming upstream”. Such a great simile. I also love how you incorporated the onomatopoeia of the clock’s tick tock sound and the footsteps of students. I haven’t seen that type of figurative language in a while, so it was refreshing to see again. Great job Cassie!
ReplyDeleteI really like how you described passing periods and how you formatted the blog to make it easy to read. It was both enjoyable to read and relate able. This whole blog was a work of art; it was direct and simple at the same time. Also the final phrase "i hate passing period" tied everything together, making it an even better blog
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