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Rock Street, San Francisco

This was the day that I had been looking forward to for almost the whole of the summer term. No more hard, schoolwork, with the typical, tiresome routine of school and waking up incredibly early. Instead today I would be taking a step in a new direction, having an experience at a real job. This job was incredibly exhilarating to me, meeting new people and experimenting with new ideas. I had a responsibility, although I couldn’t help but be slightly bit anxious. What if I was useless at the job, what if people thought I was discourteous and ignorant, what if they just didn’t like me? All these thoughts were going on inside my head.

Waking up seemed no trouble at all, and I got myself ready and organised all set for the first day ahead. I just hoped I would like it; I had a further two weeks of it. As I got into the car, I began to feel more at ease, there was barely any traffic on the roads, the weather was calm and the sun was shining. The journey took merely a few minutes, but to me it would take a lifetime. By this time I had forgotten my uncertainties and was very excited to be here. Anything could be better than school.

I waved goodbye to my dad who had kindly taken the time out of his own work to drive me to this place. Arriving at the car park didn’t seem as daunting as I had thought, I could see a very friendly children’s play area at the bottom of the large gravel area and beyond that a huge common, covered in glistening green grass that shone in the sunlight. The smell of the newly cutgrass was what I loved that morning, the real sentiment of summer and the feeling that today would be lovely.

The building itself didn’t look particularly attractive; actually it was quite unsightly and dilapidated. The white paint on the brickwork was crumbling off, rotting wood filled the windowpanes and various roof tiles were either split or chipped. In general the building was rather old-fashioned with its traditional frosted glass windows covered in thin black lines by the back entrance and with thin layer of glass for the rest of the windows around the buildings.

Seeing this was very dissimilar to the image I had just a few moments before hand, I started to feel the sweat on my hands, dripping wet as if I’d just come out of the shower. I was now dreading that vital walk inside to greet the new faces of the workplace, would it be just as run down inside, surely not, could children be allowed in a place like that? Here I was, entering the place now that at the start looked all pretty and calm, but now seemed the rough place I had dreaded. As I opened the doors I could hear the voices of people, busy, probably discussing the days events or because my paranoia of them not liking me was menacing, I was almost sure they would be talking about me.

As I walked into that room, all my worries that I was so very worried about almost disappeared. The smiling happy faces seemed to fill the room with joy and I soon began to feel extremely welcome. A very nice woman named Marion greeted me. She was a very friendly looking woman, dressed casually but smartly; this gave me the impression that I would probably get messy! But that just gave me the feeling of excitement; I could tell that everyday here was different and exhilarating. She told me different jobs to do and introduced me to the staff there.

As the days went on, each day I felt more and more confident. I felt pleased when I helped the children wash their hands, read them stories and helped them build railway tracks out of the wooden set that was always set out. It was the Wednesday of the last week and to celebrate there had been a bouncy castle organised along with a picnic and party games. I was very much excited about this day, I knew the children would love it and that would be the main thing. The afternoon of the party was due to start at midday, just after snack time. I had read all of the children a story and washed their hands, seated them at their small child size seats, the type you see at children’s parties, so that they could wait for their snack.

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