The Hallways of Collierville High

Picture our hallways with no people—grand, vast, and bright lights shining down on you as you walk; the colors of our school covering the never-ending walls.

Well, sorry to break it to you, but there are people. There are people EVERY SINGLE DAY. In fact, TOO MANY PEOPLE.

It just does not make sense. How do I feel so cramped in the hallways when the school is so huge? Why???

I have worn brand new shoes to school. In fact, they were brand new Jordans. I’m sure you know how incredibly expensive those are. You want to know what happened to them? There were scuff marks and stains on them at the end of the school day.

I’m sick of people ramming into the back of my shoes! They don’t even say sorry!

I haven’t even mentioned how people ram straight into my body. I would just be walking one day, and some inconsiderate guy just decides to shove me and anybody else in his way. Surely, you can’t be that serious to get to class! Or, surely, you have enough SENSE to say excuse me. If this were another place, the reactions would not be so nice, that’s all I’m saying.

That brings me to another ick about the hallways—people who walk slow. Just because you want to imitate your role model, the snail, doesn’t mean I want to be caught behind it.

That’s not even mentioning the slow couples in the hallways. I get it. You couples want to cherish every moment with your other half. However, school is NOT the place to do it. I am not trying to miss my class just because you want to walk for eternity with your boyfriend/girlfriend.

Despite there being people who just cannot pick up the pace, there are some people who walk way too fast. I’m talking about the people who RUSH to class. Like geez, we have 5 minutes to get there.

But hey, I have to say… I’ve been that person sometimes. Most of the time, it’s because of that inescapable intersection in front of the downstairs math hallway. Literally, how does that happen? There are plenty of traffic-filled intersections in the hallways, but none of them compare to this monstrosity. If I didn’t plan on being late before, I would have to reconsider if I’m in that intersection. The worst part about it is the feeling that I literally cannot move.

I wish that was an exaggeration, but no. I am literally stuck in place like someone just decided to freeze my body. On top of that, the STENCH. Oh my goodness. When you’re that close to anyone, you’re bound to catch a whiff, and let’s just say that this whiff does not need to be caught.

As much as I rip the hallways, though, they are my only path from one class to the next. I’m stuck with them. Sigh. I guess I’ll have to live with the stench and shoving for the rest of high school.