My First Day Of School Essay

1315 Words Oct 15th, 2015 6 Pages
When I first started high school, I truly thought that it would be a fresh start. My previous life in school surely wasn’t the easiest thing in the entire world. Junior High had just been one level of Hell after another. The people I was surrounded by weren’t the nicest. I quickly learned that they would take the side of whoever was stronger, so not me. This created many problems in my life, but the biggest one was named Ashley.
Anyways, back to my freshman year of high school. I walk in the building, my nice jeans and loose t-shirt creating an attitude of “oh I don’t need to look nice, tsk, it’s the first day of school, I don’t care.” Of course for the previous three days I had been completely and utterly consumed with what I was going to wear, not that I would ever tell anyone that. Even with my new outfit and my over-thinking of the next year, something I hadn’t chose to acknowledge was the fact that the same people were going to be there. There were going to be some students gone, moved off to grander places, and some kids new and fresh and ready to make friends. All in all though, the same rude, pretentious, loud, bullies were still going to be right there in my class, new and improved with insecurities in the form of voice cracks. And when I started down the halls of Sheridan High School, I quickly realized that everything I was afraid of was happening.
My gait was powerful (or at least I thought it was), and I was desperately trying to fool the upperclassmen that I…

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