I remembered having to straighten my hair from the shower I took the night before. My hair is very wavy, so straightening my hair is a must for me. After that I brushed my teeth and continued getting ready. I remember sitting on the stairs with my siblings because we had like 45 minutes till we had to go our separate ways. I have to say my parents were more excited for school to start than us, but my mom was a little angry that we were up really early. My mom, being weird, decided to take pictures of us separately and all together. It did pass the time, but it still left us with 15 minutes to whine about how summer was over. Walking out the door was like leaving a child at the store, needing to go back and feeling basically better that they were still there. I remember I was so nervous, that I was doubting it was the first day of school. I think it was my mind telling me not to go school. Sure enough, I was getting on the bus heading first to the sixth grade to drop off the new and old middle schoolers as well as the first timers for the sixth grade. And well, picking up the rest of the “freshmeat” that waited with nervousness and tried to hide.
I remembered having to straighten my hair from the shower I took the night before. My hair is very wavy, so straightening my hair is a must for me. After that I brushed my teeth and continued getting ready. I remember sitting on the stairs with my siblings because we had like 45 minutes till we had to go our separate ways. I have to say my parents were more excited for school to start than us, but my mom was a little angry that we were up really early. My mom, being weird, decided to take pictures of us separately and all together. It did pass the time, but it still left us with 15 minutes to whine about how summer was over. Walking out the door was like leaving a child at the store, needing to go back and feeling basically better that they were still there. I remember I was so nervous, that I was doubting it was the first day of school. I think it was my mind telling me not to go school. Sure enough, I was getting on the bus heading first to the sixth grade to drop off the new and old middle schoolers as well as the first timers for the sixth grade. And well, picking up the rest of the “freshmeat” that waited with nervousness and tried to hide.