Grade 12 essay

"I can do this...just one more step,.... and open the door...uff finally."
You're starving, your stomach is aching, finally, afyer an exhausting two minute ride and a ten second walk from the school parking lot to the closest Tim Horton's, you are standing infront of a counter filled with delicious food.
There they are; soft, sweet, glazed and chocolaty.
You encounter the second challenge; choosing the right one.
So you scrumble together all the loose pennies you can find, oh yeah you deserve the big chocolate chunk muffin. There you are, fingers all sticky, eyes wide open,you can almost taste it.
"Hmm....it's...,darn it's... poppy seeds??? ..no chocolate??" No chocolate, just poopy seeds and raisins.
Dissapointment is written all over your face.
It's just like Highschool. "Highschool is like dissapointing pastry?"
No, that's not what i am trying to say; Highschool and the people associated with it aren't always what you take them for.
For example; you enter Mr. Gibson's room with a bag filled with home-made cookies.
He acts interested: "Joleen tell me about your life in Germany." Ofcourse, what he is actually saying is; "you know you have to share cookies with me, right?" At this point you can choose to either tell him about your life, or offer him a cookie. Say you decide to tell him about Germany, your conversation will probably end here, because all he reply after a not so interesting life story, since you are busy protecting your lunch, will be; "oh, really. interesting". Which pretty much means : "you know this would have been the right time to offer me a cookie!"
Another example would be Mr. VC asking you to write an essay that is funny instead of filled with words to impress, afterall we should be able to be deep. What he is actually asking for is;" please don't make me spend my night looking up words that i can't remember the meaning of."
Or Mr. Fraset not allowing anyone to bring food into his class, unless you came to compliment him on his yearbook pages, or letting you 'go talk to Mr. Kocksis', instead of keeping you in class until you eventually sneak out anyway.
Yes, Highschool taught us that life isn't always black or white. But atleast school tries to prepare us for what's to come.
Fist of all; if you have an upcoming test, be prepared: bake cookies.
Second;  be rsponsible: don't forget to bring them to your techer on time.
And most important; study: what kind of cookies does the teacher like best.
Ofcourse i realize that getting teachers food isn't the best and only way to get good grades.
So instead of wasting my time baking cookies, i will spent it working on a wonderful assignment.
Afterall, writing englsih essays is my true passion, englsih is the only subject we really need, and Mr. VC is my one and only favourite teacher.