Fire Drill

As I look around the room, I make sure I feel comfortable and "'adjusted to my surroundings'" (28).  Before in-class writings, I always come to class a few minutes early and prepare for the task.  I slowly and carefully write a heading at the top of my fresh, clean piece of notebook paper, Nurse Ratched, Ms. Serensky... and then I pull out three new pens to place neatly on top of my desk.  As my class mates start to enter and nervous chatter fills my ears, I block out the voices and mentally prepare.  Soon enough, I am swiftly writing about our recent book, Othello, confident that my paper is intelligent and to the point.  But then, the loud screeching fire alarm goes off! No way am I leaving my essay! No way! But sure enough, we have to go outside.  "'I'm afraid'" that Ms. Serensky will not give us more time (27).  Of course, I don't need extra time, but it sure would be nice.  After we stand outside, the seconds ticking away, we are finally allowed to enter the school.  A classmate, Katie, tells me "I'll meet you up there!" and starts to run.  My whole class seems to be running, and I think they cannot get more time than me! "'You can't run around here,'" I shout as loud as I can (96).  Everyone freezes, distracted enough for me to sprint as fast as I can to the class room.  And, of course, even though this is the worst day in AP English 12, I get the highest grade in the class.