I NEVER imagined stepping through those doors for the first time would be so... so...
Honestly, I was expecting to feel a wave of fear and awe rush over me, for the final impact that would be telling me that this is it. I'm finally here. This is highschool.
Or at least butterflies?
But no, none of that was meant to be. Instead, when I finally took that first step into my new school -my new life- all I felt was nausea at the smell... what was that smell? Then I saw it.
To be honest, I expected highschool to be all mature and stuff, and all those doorknobs from elementary school would be out of my life forever... apparently the doorknobs had to go somewhere too. WHY HERE?
The culprit was standing off in the corner, laughing his silly ass off. He was obviously older -grade nines have a certain look about them and he didn't possess it- and greasy as hell! His hair was practically plastered to his skull as if it were filled with glue... yuck. I could see the teacher closing in to see what was going on. Apparently he did too, cause he took off. I just shook my head and headed in what I thought was the right direction.
So my first impression of the kids here was not good. The second, third, and fourth were awesome, lots of beautiful girls here! The rest of the day was alright, I suprisingly didn't get lost or anything, and of course I was able to make about 15 additions to my Facebook friends list.
I was definitely starting to think things were turning around... that I'd finally get to leave those horrid memories of public school behind. I was getting happy again.