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A Schoolyard Lesson         Get up, get up you have school today, my mother blurted out, as I fell out of bed.  I stood up and waddled to the bathroom.  Looking into the mirror I smiled to myself I knew today was going to be just fine.  My family and I had just moved from Guatemala, and today was to be my start day at Bel Air Elementary School.  I usually dont get worried about these situations, since Ive been through the routine before, besides I unravel to make friends easily.  Why would today be any different, I told myself.         I finished brushing my teeth and splashing my face, then continued to get dressed.  I threw on some Bugle Boy caches, a Polo shirt, and some Nikes.  After giving up on my hair I ran into the kitchen and snatched my lunch box discharge the counter.  Soon I was out the door and on to face my archetypal day at my new school.         After defeating the labyrinth of streets that we call our neighborhood, and meeting my first crossing guard I made my way into the school.  It was quite crowded , but I knew where I was headed.  I proceeded up the stairs and down the pressure group to room 212, where I sat down in the front row.  I turned around and took a quick peak at the class scan the room for someone to talk to.  When I saw no opportunities I began to get a bit timid, but as soon as the gong rang I felt all right.         We went through the motions for awhile filling out paper work, introducing ourselves, all the first day stuff.  I heard a a couple of(prenominal) kids say they were new to the area, of which Brian Vedder was the only boy.  He wasnt much to look at, not a soap opera star, or a great athlete, just a regular kid.  Nonetheless I thought Id like to meet him and talk to him later on in the day. By this time we all were becoming restless, and I definitely knew why.  Everyone was waiting for recess, the time when kids get to have fun and let it all hang out.  After all we didnt have class