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Lauren Wysong

ENG 1101

Professor Dunham

September 6, 2021

First Day of High School

I have always had such a challenging time going back to school. The sudden change from

waking up and going to bed whenever I wanted to, to going to bed by 11 o’clock and waking up

at 7 o’clock every morning was difficult. What was even more frustrating though, was lying wide

awake in bed just waiting to fall asleep the night before school started. Thoughts running

through my mind wondering if I am going to make a fool out of yourself on the first day.

The night before I started high school I barely slept. I was restless all night just waiting

for my alarm to go off, signaling myself to get up. Once that alarm went off though, I was ready

to start my day. I got dressed and ready to go to school and went on my way. Nerves raced

through my body as me and my sister pulled up to school. “Can’t we just skip today,” I asked my

sister. Obviously, she had told me no and we walked up to the school. As soon as we entered the

building, I smelled the musty and stuffy smell of the school. Students swarmed around

everywhere, papers in their hands trying to find their classes.

My first class was math on the second floor, of course. For some reason, the stairs of the

school terrified me. Maybe it was because my previous schools never had stairs. Am I going to

fall on the stairs? What if I trip someone else? Am I going to be too out of breath to talk? These

thoughts seem silly, but at the time they most certainly were not. As I approached the stairs, I
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swallowed down all my worrisome thoughts and walked up. “This wasn’t so bad was it,” I

thought to myself. Walking into my class I saw all my friends, found my seat, and sat down.

After my first four classes it was time for the fifth period. The longest and most dreadful

class of the day. While all other classes were around forty-five minutes long, the fifth period was

fifty-six minutes. Now an extra eleven minutes doesn’t seem that awful, but trust me, it was. I

had heard from upper class students that this teacher was not the best. I heard that his class

was probably one of the most boring classes. I was not looking forward to fifty-six minutes in

this class. To my surprise, the class was not that bad on the first day. We got to know the

teacher and other students in the class and soon enough it was time for lunch.

Lunch. I was nervous that I would not be able to find a good seat open. Or worse, not

being able to find any one of my friends and sit alone at lunch. Luckily, lunch was based on fifth

period, so I was able to sit with my friends from that class.

By the end of the day, after all my afternoon classes, I was very tired and all I wanted to

do was go home. Once I got home my family asked me about my day and if I liked school.

“Could I already like it,” I thought to myself. Honestly, I did not hate school yet, but I also was

not in favor of it.