You could say I'm scared. Scared of what the un-explored territory of high school holds. I'm afraid I won't fit in, afraid of being below average. High school terrifies me.
I see myself walking in and not knowing where to go. Struggling and finally geting my locker open, only to have my stuff knocked out of my hands by an older kid. Recognizing him to be a junior football player, I decide to mind my own business and pick up my stuff.
When I finally reach my first class, I sit down in one of the few available desks. As class goes on I have absolutely no idea what they're talking about. I'm so confused I just want to bang my head against the desk. I feel so stupid. This goes on in every class until lunch. I grab my lunch and head to the cafeteria.
When I walk in and scan the room, I realize that I was put into the later lunch period. There is no one but strangers.I feel sick to my stomach. Runing out of the lunch room and to my locker, I feel like nothing. Only taking time to grab my phone and I continue my destination. When I arrive the smell of bleach burning my nose is almost comforting. As I close the stall door, it becomes clear, this year is going to be hell.
Now I know this wasn't a typical post for me, but I've been having trouble getting inspiration. Maybe this will help me get the juices flowing, or something.
I see myself walking in and not knowing where to go. Struggling and finally geting my locker open, only to have my stuff knocked out of my hands by an older kid. Recognizing him to be a junior football player, I decide to mind my own business and pick up my stuff.
When I finally reach my first class, I sit down in one of the few available desks. As class goes on I have absolutely no idea what they're talking about. I'm so confused I just want to bang my head against the desk. I feel so stupid. This goes on in every class until lunch. I grab my lunch and head to the cafeteria.
When I walk in and scan the room, I realize that I was put into the later lunch period. There is no one but strangers.I feel sick to my stomach. Runing out of the lunch room and to my locker, I feel like nothing. Only taking time to grab my phone and I continue my destination. When I arrive the smell of bleach burning my nose is almost comforting. As I close the stall door, it becomes clear, this year is going to be hell.
Now I know this wasn't a typical post for me, but I've been having trouble getting inspiration. Maybe this will help me get the juices flowing, or something.