Seven thirty, awake and ready for the first day of school. Wearing my new pink dress and with a burst of mixed emotions, I walked out the door feeling the morning breeze across my face. Excited, yet nervous at the same time, I strolled through my elementary school entrance, wondering who I would have class with. Seeing my friends as I walked closer brought nothing but joy and excitement to my face. The bell rang at eight and everyone stood in their lines. As I walked towards class, I felt a hint of anxiety. I was optimistic about getting assigned to sit with a friend because I was shy. I would usually get used to the environment I was in and let go of the little fears I had. As a girl who grew up being known as “shy” and “quiet” to eventually
