Thanks to the human brain’s amazing ability to block out and forget traumatic events, most of us don’t remember our first day of high school. I’m not that lucky.

I live in the way back of Langley oaks (yes, people actually live there it’s not just a parking lot) which means a long walk to school. It’s like my very own daily trail of tears. Anyways, by the time I got to school I was so drowsy and exhausted I had the awareness of the average cantaloupe.

As I was walking down the sidewalk in front of the school I was handed my first of many cruel surprises: the blue “buckle your seatbelt” sign at the end of the kiss and ride lane. To put it bluntly being tall isn’t always fun and games.

After collecting myself I stumbled my way into the gym with the rest of the freshmen. After the typical speeches and announcements all the well prepared students filed out with their teachers while I sat without a schedule and unsure of what to do next. (For some reason i decided over the summer to stay at the beach instead of going to freshman orientation.) since i was still recovering from the metal face palm I was confused.

Maybe school was over? Maybe I could go home? Unfortunately, no. The principal himself got me my schedule and walked me like a sleepy puppy all the way to first period. So much for first impressions.

After all that I collapsed in my seat in the back of the room. I lazily aimed my face in the general direction of the lady in the front who was jabbering on and on in what I later found out was Spanish. You guys know the rest.