My school started on Thursday. On Friday, I got my locker. Our lockers are blue and black and for some reason have an air vent. The eighth graders got their lockers on Thursday, the seventh graders during Friday’s advisory, and we sixth graders got ours at lunch on Friday.
Before I got my locker, I had science. I got out of the classroom a little late and discovered that the line was super-duper long. Literally, the line looked like an enormous spiraling worm. I decided, I’ll eat lunch first.
After lunch, I waited about thirty minutes. I decided to check on the line. The line had not changed in length, and most of the people were still standing there not eating lunch. As I cheerfully walked down the stairs, I asked them, “why you don’t eat lunch first. The line will barely move.” They misinterpreted that and thought I was just trying to trick them so that I could get to the front of the line faster. After another thirty minutes, the line was only half way gone.
After about another fifteen minutes, I got my locker assignment. I rushed to the locker and tried to open it. At that moment I remembered I didn’t learn how to open these types of lockers. I was very frustrated because I couldn’t find anybody to help me. First I tried to put the code in by trying to push in the twisty lock. It wouldn’t open. Second, I tried the exact same thing except turning the twisty lock in different directions, but it still wouldn’t open. The last attempt was when I spun the lock in different directions without pushing in the lock, but I had no luck. I felt very depressed because I waited in that long line and still couldn’t open my locker. I was also late for Latin class.
One of my friends saw me failing every attempt and walked over to help me. He opened my locker. I looked inside, put some binders in, shut the locker, and said thank you. At that point I was already running to the Latin room. It wasn't until the next Monday that I learned how to open the lockers