The beeping of my alarm clock sounded like a countdown. The first day of Dwight Englewood school was two hours away. I felt excited,but was more terrified. I leaped out of bed, began to pack my brand new with a bundle of pens and pencils, sprinted toward the school bus. Sporting my blue plaid shirt with dark washed jeans, I swiftly scurried to a seat near a boy who appeared to be my age. I began to feel more a ease once he started to describe how the school was like. He shared, "I was afraid of getting bullied by the older students on his first
