Four Random Words

I unfastened my seatbelt, looked in my backseat for the last time and I slowly opened the car door. I took a deep breath and exited my car. I was walking closer and closer to the building. suddenly, I turned the corner and saw all these students, their parents and staff. It was even more beautiful than I had thought. The sun was shinning brightly and confidently as if it knew what today would hold.
As I got closer to the front door, i passed all sorts of personalities. there was the happy and giggly click. Then there was a rude group-they lacked vocebulary to say excuse me. Then I saw the jocks cheerleaders, drama club, dancers and all the other wonderful clubs that defined the school. Next, I saw the rebels. They loked like heathens with the crossbones and skulls and many with piercings in places I shouldn't see. Oh how I hurried through that crowd.
My nerves were shaken up. I got more nervous with every step I took. All the thins I had done in my life had just set me up for this moment. I finally made it to the door and my hand sweated silver bullets. I was so ready in every possible way, I just couldn't open the door. Then a gentleman behind me kindly opened the door and led me in so he could too enter. i glanced into the hallway and I almost feinted. I took another deep breth and I presumed taking step after step as if I was learning to walk again. I got to the entrance of the room and paused, encouraged myself one last time and entered.
"Hello class, my name is Mrs. Redd and I am your professor for the rest of the semester," I said with confidence out of the wazu. All of a sudden my glands froze. No more sweat drowned my wrists and ll eyes were on me. I couldn't believe all that time I was walking to this room i had mistakenly doubted myself.I'm ready for this and have been all my life. I put my belongings into place and I quickly began writing my name on the board along with the thought for the day: "NEVER LET THE FEAR OF STRIKING OUT KEEP YOU FROM PLAYING THE GAME."