Next Leap Year

        Leap year comes every four years, and I'm going to write about myself next leap year in 2020. Leap year just came, and I'm graduating Middle School in 8th grade, so next leap year I'll be on my final year of high school and on my way to college. I'm not sure what I want to do yet, but it will probably be in the fields of computer science and engineering. In four years I see myself in high classes and excited for college. In 2020, I'll be about to become an adult and ready for life. I can't wait for next new year!

Picture Story Assignment

The Dare

        Today is my first day at my new school, I'm excited and anxious. I'm in 4th grade now, so I'm really close to moving to middle school. My mom is a lot more excited than I am. She drove me up right by the school door.  It's time for me to get out.

        "Have a good day at school, Jacob!' my mom yelled. 

        "Ok, mom" I responded dreadfully. When I made my way to my classroom, I found that everyone was already there and I was late. 

        "Oh there you are!" yelled my teacher, "Class, everyone say hi to our new student, Jacob!" The class then groaned something that didn't even remotely sound like my name. 

         "Well, uh... Take a seat Jacob, any that are open!  I listened to the teacher and took a seat next to a scrawny little boy.  It was the worst decision I've made so far in my life. 

         "Hey, Jacob, hey, did you know that you're late?"

         "I'm aware"

         "Not a good way to start the year y'know"

         "Yes, I know" 

         "Being late isn't good"

         "YES I KNOW" I yelled, getting me a confused stare from my class and teacher. He kept on saying random things throughout the whole class. Then, at the end of class, he said something weird to me.

         "Hey Jacob, I dare you to stick your head through your chair" Why would he say something like that, it's not like I'd ever do it.

         "Why would I ever do that?"

         "Exactly, you're a wuss"

         "I'm not a wuss"

         "Someone who isn't a wuss would do it"

         How should I even respond to that, he will never give up on it. It only takes a class with him to figure out how he is.

         "Fine, but you do it first" I said, "Prove you're not a wuss"

         "Ok" he responded, and he stuck his head in the back of his chair with ease, then pulled it back out.

         "Your turn big guy" He taunted, and with that I went for it, my head barely fit in. I had to push really hard to get it in.

         "Now take it back out" He said, on the verge of laughter. When I pulled, my head didn't even budge.  He started laughing hysterically, and ran out of the classroom.

         "You little-" I tugged and tugged, but my head would not come loose. I sat there for around five minutes, feeling like an idiot. But then, he brought someone back, It looked like the janitor and a few other teachers, and the janitor was holding a saw.

         "Oh no" I said horrified.