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Cody Brennan
9/16/08
C Block

Speak Comparison Essay

The Novel Speak, tells the story of Melinda, a fourteen year old social outcast. Pages Three to Nine tell of her first day of school. This essay will give an in depth explanation of her day as a comparison of my first day of school.
Melinda starts her school day with very little optimism, yet she still has faint hope that her friends will forgive her. This hope is soon diminished as she becomes public enemy number one. Her only friend is Heather, a girl who moved to her town from Ohio. Heather reminds Melinda a lot of herself last year, optimistic and a bouncy spirit. Melinda also gains the watchful eye of Mr. Neck, who thinks of her as a trouble maker. At lunch her tray is knocked into her, also gaining a reputation as “that girl who got her tray knocked into her on the first day.” Melinda’s old friends have disbanded; the only thing they share now is resentment for her. The only sanctuary she can find is Art class.
My day had many similarities and differences to Melinda’s. I stood at the bus stop with my friend Nick, we’re quite different, he’s a socialite and a jock, and I’m a loner and a “Goth” so to speak. He likes Rap, I like Metal and punk, but regardless we’re still friends. Everyone was complaining of the heat, yet I was wearing a black t-shirt and a sweat shirt, heat never got to me. The bus pulls up and the doors open, I climb on first and take a middle seat indifferent to attitudes of where I sit. I silently listen to Dimmu Borgir while the bus picks up other kids, at 6:53 we arrive at school, and here we are trapped until 13:47. My first class is French, I buy a bottle of coke and head to the class, being the guzzler I am, the coke is gone before the class is half over. The time slowly drones until my next class, Science. This class for me, as Melinda would say it, “Cool Central.” The teacher is great, he truly understands us, I wish I could attend Science all day. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end, and so the bell rings and I head off to lunch. I sit (well stand) alone in the cafeteria, as I said I’m a loner. It’s both a choice and forced. I’ve always been the omega in situations so that’s how I act, as an omega, I keep my mouth shut and keep my distance. I have “friends” but I don’t think of them as “ack” so to speak. After Lunch I head to my most anticipated class: English.
Unfortunately it wasn’t as good as last year, there’s nothing wrong with the class, last year’s was just better. The teacher Mrs. Trainor, comes across as quirky, not quirky in a funny or clever way, more like quirky for the sake of quirky. The class slowly droned on like French, finally the Gods took pity and the bell rang.
My final class: Choir. Rather than sing I spent the time lip synching, or looking at a cute classmate a few seats down from me. I fell asleep a few times during the class. Finally the bell rang and school ended.
I arrived home at 14:20, threw my bag on my bed and lay down thinking about everything. People always said high school was better than middle school, but I disagree, it’s still the same. It’s going to be a long year.