Submitted By: Michelle Tang
When I graduated from middle school, I was definitely thinking about high school. Starting high school was obviously a gigantic step towards adulthood, and towards the future, so I was actually a bit nervous. Whenever I met an adult during the summer, they would go, “Ahh?! You’re going to high school?” I would reply, “Yeah…” Then the question they immediately asked afterwards would be, “Are you nervous? Scared?”
This set up a frightened mood linked directly to high school. So when I stepped onto the campus grounds for the orientation, I was pretty nervous. Of course, after meeting my friends, I relaxed a little bit, knowing that I could connect to other people I knew that were going through the same thing as me. During the orientation, there were two Link Leaders, and they led my group and I around the school. My first thought was, “Oh my, this place is gigantic! It’s has multiple buildings, and even TWO STORIES!” That made me nervous. So over the few days before the first day of school, I was having small panic attacks of getting lost. So I visited the school to look around the entire campus. I learned the different places, and all the positions of the buildings. Yes, I was that scared of getting lost.
It was the first day of school. I found my friends, and walked around to find each of my classes. Everything went smoothly. My second day, Tuesday, was uneventful, and so was Wednesday and Thursday. But on Friday, I thought everything was going fine, so I relaxed more and took my time getting around.
On Friday, I was in the bathroom when the bell rang. But, I didn’t hear the bell, so I took my sweet time on cleaning myself up, thinking I had a lot more time. But when I walked out with two other friends, I realized that no one outside, AT ALL! The campus grounds were entirely deserted, and everyone was in class. I thought, “I can’t have a tardy during my first week!” And so, I ran to the nearest building, thinking it was where my class was. I ran up the stairs, and looked into each of the classrooms, hoping it would be mine, because I still hadn’t entirely memorized all my classes. Unfortunately, none of them were! So I rushed down the stairs and ran like a maniac to the other building. The tardy bell rang. I was still running, and the knowledge of being tardy for the first time sunk into me. I finally reached my classroom, and sat down, panting and trying to catch up with the class.
Thank goodness I didn’t miss that much, but now I can tell that high school is going to be a place where I encounter many good and bad experiences.