A Morning to Rember

The first day of school is either a day you look forward to, or a day you dread. For me it has always started fine, and ended with excitement of what the new school year will bring. The night before, I picked out my clothes and laid them on my bed, well actually I picked out my clothes the month before. My bag was packed with supplies and I was ready for a new experience.

Being the easily excitable person I am, when I got up in the morning I was filled with excitement and happiness. I could barely contain myself. It was almost like Christmas, but with a hint of nervousness. I just wanted to get to school, open my locker, and meet my teachers. Ever since I was in 3rd grade I had dreamed of high school being this glamorous place with polite people and room in the hallways to walk. Boy was I wrong.

As I was in the car driving up to the school I could already see lots of people going in. I started having second thoughts about my theory of how high school went. Alright, I thought, maybe there are a little more people than I expected, but probably not as many as they said there would be at orientation. Well, as I walked into the school, my thought was immediately proven wrong. I felt short and out of place with all these big, older people I saw. It was intimidating. It felt like I was an alien in a world of humans. I wanted to go close my eyes and when I opened them it would be summer and I would be sleeping.

When I went to my locker the stress started to pile on. First, I hadn’t set a time to go to my locker and I didn’t know when I would have time. Second, there was no bathroom break and I didn’t know if I would have time between classes. I was worried about everything, then I heard someone say my name and I turned around. It was Morgan. Good, I thought, someone to talk to.

“So, this is your locker.” She said.

“Yup”, I replied.

“Where’s yours?” I asked.

“A hall.” Said Morgan.

“Hey, wanna sit together at lunch?” I casually asked.

“Yeah” she said.

The first bell rang; I jumped and asked what it was. She said it meant we had to get to class, I thought it was the drill bell. Morgan and I said goodbye after deciding to meet at my locker before lunch.

As I started walking to my class I realized that my second and third high school theories were proven wrong. People weren’t polite, they pushed you and told you to get out of the way and stepped on your toes. There was also no room to walk in the halls. It was a traffic jam all the way to my class. I heard another bell go off and started to panic. Oh, no I’m late!, I thought. I finally got to class, then the third bell rang. I wasn’t late. I sat in my seat and class began.