Yes, today was my first day of high school. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but it certainly isn't as much fun as middle school would be.
I woke up today at 6:00. I'm sorry, but I just can not get up at 5:30 everyday, even if it means sacrificing my shower. I managed to catch the bus at 6:30, and when I got on it was really different. The middle school busses were always so lively, but this one was so dead. Everybody else was sleeping or whispering, mostly sleeping. The bus lights were off too, and I was afraid the driver would fall asleep any time. I found an empty seat, sat down, and rested my head against the window.
We finally got to Parkside, and everyone had to drag themselves off the bus. When I got off, I wandered around for several minutes hoping to find someone I knew. No luck. I saw people from my middle school, but I couldn't remember their names, and it was so dark outside they probably didn't even see me. I found my homeroom, took a seat, and pretended to listen while the teacher went on about how "this was a new experience for all of us" and "this and that matters". Then, she dismissed us, and we went to follow our schedule.
High school is just like middle school, only bigger. The classes were really easy to find. It didn't take me long to find my 1st period, and when I did, the classroom didn't look much different than the ones at middle school. I found a seat in the back, and watched as the classroom filled with other lost freshman. This one girl I didn't really know, took a seat next to me, and we got to talking.
"Oh my gosh I'm so scared!" she said.
"Yeah, it's all new." I said, not really knowing what to say.
"Tell me about it," she replied, "I knew sooo many people back at my old middle school. Here, it is like - no one! Not a soul. All my friends went elsewhere, and now I'm stuck here."
"I know what you mean," I agreed, "My best friend is over at some magnet program. She's even zoned for this school."
"Ouch." she said sympathetically, "That happened to me in middle school. But, my boyfriend tells me I'll get over it. He's in 11th, you know."
"Oh." I said, not really knowing what else to say.
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" she asked.
"No, not really." I responded. I didn't want to go into the details of how I've NEVER had a boyfriend. I figured I would just pretend as though I've had one before, I was just currently playing the single route.
"Haha!" she laughed, "Aren't you lucky? There are lots of cute boys here. Sometimes I wish I was single, so I could grab one up. How about that guy over there?"
She pointed to this one guy wearing a dark red shirt, hair gelled back. Suddenly, he turned around, and we made eye contact. Whoa. He actually wasn't that bad, and for some reason, I guess I started blushing.
"It's okay," she said, "I'm sure he didn't see that part."
We talked for a little longer before class, and I got to know Danielle (that's her name) a little better. Before I knew it, class was over.
That was pretty much the highlight of my day. I had two other classes with Danielle, and that one boy was in my Government class. But, I tried not to think about him, considering I know how I act around guys.
The bus ride home was nothing special. At least people were a bit more awake. But, it still wasn't the same without CJ. I think I'll call her and find out how her first day went. I hope she misses me.