Today was the first day of school. You hope for the best, pick out your personal best outfit and hope you have a friend in every class. The usually nervousness hit this morning while I was getting ready. Thinking of everything that could possibly happen today, the good and the bad. Hopes to reconnect with old friends and past teachers.
The day started out pretty good, I woke up got ready and was out the door in a timely manor. I pushed my way through the lunchroom to find the table with the letter "D" on it to pick up my schedule. After being ignored by the clearly overwhelmed man, he shuffled through the papers and to my surprise I was handed a schedule that needed no fixing. After seeing my friends' schedules and how many mistakes were made on theirs you can see why it was a shock I had no corrections to make.
I made my way to the near end of campus and scooted into my art class, only to find I had no friends and one "enemy" I would say. This is something we all dread. I sat on the very edge of the small cramped table. Annoyed with underclassmen talking about how much "partying" they did over the summer, and it all sounded ridiculous. So I focused on my "get to know you" worksheet, but I soon found that I had finished the worksheet more than anybody else had. The announcements came on and were ignored as usual. Then it was time to stand for the pledge, I had done this a million times since first grade I should know better by now, but as I stood up the necklace my mom had just bought me, and which had gone perfectly with my outfit :-), caught on the edge of my tiny table and snapped, half falling to the floor and the rest hanging around my neck. I was so embarrassed i grabbed the pieces and threw them in my bag, knowing i would ask Casey to fix it. I went through my art class quite and only spoke when spoken to, and was greatly relieved when the bell finally rang.
I then made my way through the crowd in the cramped hallways in the 300 building. Then, very embarrassed had to stop and ask the security guard for directions to a "portable". Which ended up being on the edge of campus border lining Sonic, which everybody thought was very nifty. I decided to mosey around and go visit an old English teacher, which was somewhat on the way. I walked in and she was happy to see me and it made me realize time was passing faster than I had ever known. She quickly asked who my English teacher was, and fumbling for my schedule I showed her, she looked at my English period and made a funny face, a not-so-good funny face, and I knew what that meant, I got THE mean English teacher. After giving me the advice of not arguing and not getting behind on my work, with the promise of helping me with work i made my way to the portable back in the land of misfit toys for Government. I sat down pleased to see somewhat friends of mine walking into the room. We chatted and the period away and laughed at the silly games we played. The bell rang and it was like a rat race to get out of the tiny room with a tiny door.
I went straight to my English class with the hopes of not starting off on a bad foot, but still I was late, which was not my fault. But me along with the rest of the tardy students were lightly reprimanded and told it would pass for the first day. I sat in class board, I found myself once again annoyed with a group of boys in the room being obnoxious and loud mouthed. After the rules were gone through we were given an assignment, nothing flashy or exiting, but a three to four paragraph essay about ourselves. I have a horrible time writing essays about myself, who can be good at something like that? Certainly not me, let me write about the person next to me and I'll be fine, but trying to tell somebody about myself is a challenge for me. I did my best, didn't write anything outstanding, introduced myself and told about my hobbies and why I liked living in Idaho. Once I was finished I was quite proud of myself, I had to leave class early to I stashed my paper away in my bag. Then some students began sharing their papers with the class, after once girl read hers about how shes pretty average and she loves Jesus and how she wants to be a youth pastor, doesn't sound very exiting but the way she wrote it gave it voice and personality. I was instantly disappointed and thought to myself that I would re-write mine when I had a chance.
English ended early for me, since I had a class at another school I was let out ten minutes early so I could make it there and to my class on time. Now, this wasn't just any class to me, this was the class I had waited all summer to take. It was a culinary arts class, the pre-requisite for the class was nutrition and foods, which I took the previous year, I worked very hard in the class and payed attention in the hopes of taking this class, also my counselor told me only a select few get choosen to take the class and usualy students from other schools don't get in, which made me even more exited that I got in.
So, I walked into this unfamiliar building, lost and confused, I had nobody to ask for directions without looking like a new freshman. So since I'm Becky I aimlessly walked around until I found the "Red" hallway, my anticipation grew as I saw the numbers getting smaller on the doors, I was looking for R100, I saw a sign that said "R100" with an arrow pointing ahead, I walked near the door exited to finally be here, I expected to see a small group of students. I walked into the classroom and saw a normal size class of about twenty students, I quickly sat down at a table in the back next to a boy named Hugo who drew pictures of people with big heads and little bodies. After getting many odd looks from other people, I knew they realized I wasn't from their school. I kept to myself during most of the class, I participate (and felt lame) playing two truths and a dare. It seems I can never come up with really interesting truths, or a believable lie. I've always been horrible at games like these. I sat in the back of the class disappointed, I was looking forward to an interesting cooking class where I could learn more about cooking that I don't already know, and meet other teens my age who enjoy cooking the way I do. But instead I got a class full of stuck ups, stoners, and jocks. Not that singularly these people are necessarily bad, you just need to understand I had high expectations for this class trying to get ahead of the game on my career plans. I was even more disappointed when I learned that since most of the students in the class had NOT taken Food and nutrition, that we would have to spend the first few weeks reviewing food saftey and giving them a chance to recieve their food handlers licence.
Since I was comming from a different school I also got to leave this class early so I had time to get back to my Home school. But since it was the last class of the day, I decided to run to casey's house since I was already half way there, I knew his mom had stayed home from work and I knew she would want to know how my cooking class was. I wanted to share my disapointment to see if I was out of line. When I got there casey was hanging with the men, so his mom and I talked in the kitchen and she understood my frustration, I felt validated to be disapointed. We stood and talked for awhile, then I went home and my first day of school finaly ended.
So the summary is, High school is disapointing, but It'll be alright. Things never go as expected, but it'll be just fine. and most important, high school isnt always fun, and nothing like what you see in the movies.
Wish me luck during my senior year!
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