I was rudely awakened early Monday morning by the continual “BLEEP, BLEEP, BLEEP” of my noisy alarm clock. I unsuccessfully tried to fall back asleep, but after 10 minutes of listening to my annoying alarm clock drone on, my mom bought me an alarm clock without a snooze button due to the fact that I had trouble getting up in the morning, I finally rolled out of bed. I drowsily walked over to my stand-up mirror in the corner of my room and gazed at my reflection for quite some time. I examined my tired face and my messy bed-hair, rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and headed to my some-what large walk-in closet on the other side of the room. I scanned through my (limited) selection of clothing, trying to figure out what to wear for my first day of 11th grade at a new school.
My family had just moved to California about 3 weeks ago and I registered to go to school at California East High. I would be going there for my Junior and Senior year, as long as my family didn’t move before then. Today I would be starting my first day at CEH and I was a nervous wreck. I always worry about first impressions, maybe a little TOO much. To me, first impressions are everything and I wanted to make the RIGHT one at CEH.
After scanning my closet for about 5 minutes, I just grabbed a floral tunic top and jean jeggings, as well as a classy pair of brown wedge boots. I typically didn’t go for this look, but I was just in a “floral” mood this morning.
Once I threw on my clothes, I locked myself up in my bathroom, blasted some All Time Low music, and continued to ready myself for the day ahead. I did my makeup, combed my hair and decided on a half-up/half-down hairstyle (which made my wavy, light-brown hair look beautiful), brushed my teeth, then headed downstairs for breakfast. As I quickly glided down the stairs, I caught a glimpse of a photo of my old friends and me in Nashville hanging up on the wall. I gazed at it longingly, having flash-backs of all the wonderful memories with my old friends back in Nashville. I missed them very, very much, but I knew that I would make new friends at my new school.
After breakfast, I said goodbye to my mom and dad and quickly glanced at the clock. “Oh great!!” I thought to myself, “It’s only the first day of 11th grade at a new school and you’re already going to be late!!!! So much for a good first impression…”
I ran out to my light yellow Volkswagen Bug, hopped in, and drove off. As I drove to CEH, I tried to pull myself together and calm my nerves as I listened to some nice classical music on the radio (Once again, not really my style, but I was in the mood for it).
Upon arriving at California East High, I knew my adventure was just beginning. I glanced at all the cliques standing out by their nice cars and chatting excitedly with one another. “If only I had a friend I could tap to…” I sadly thought to myself.
When I finally gained the nerves to go throughout the large CEH doors, I immediately saw the chaos of high-schoolers eagerly pushing through the crowds of people to make it to their friends. This really didn’t help with my nerves. I had never really been to a school this big in my life. As I began to brave the crowds and make my way to my locker, I saw a familiar face down by the brightly-colored vending machines down at the end of the loud, crowded hallway. I squinted, trying to make out the familiar face and suddenly gasped when I realized who it was. The familiar face I had spotted in the crowd of high-schoolers was my old friend, Amber. I guess she never got the chance to tell me that she went to the same school that I now attended!! As I continued to stare excitedly at Amber, I decided to wait until later to approach her. She seemed to be surrounded at the moment by friends of her own and I didn’t want to interrupt. As I turned back around to my locker and began unloading some of my books and folders I smiled as I thought to myself, “Maybe this school year won’t be so bad after all!!”