My First Day Of High School

1.Contact with members of the lower castes always reminded him painfully of this physical inadequacy

Growing up I was known to be a very shy child. I was too scared to talk to anyone and I was very reserved. I always have cared about what people thought about me. I didn’t want to wear “boy” clothes because I worried kids would make fun of me. I didn’t even make close friends until fifth grade. When I did finally feel comfortable at school and found amazing friends, I decided to switch schools shortly after for a chance at new opportunities. It lead me to standing alone in a crowded high school while I waited for that first bell to ring, so I could head to my first period class.

The show was starting in just a few hours and everyone was rushing around making sure nothing would go wrong. The dancers putting on the last of their makeup going through their check-list. “Pointe shoes hair sprayed? Check. Hair hair sprayed? Check. False eyelashes? Not check!". I found myself wandering away from the others to a place where I can get just a minute alone. A minute alone to collect my thoughts before heading into the chaos. My dance was relatively soon so I decided to head back to get ready early. Standing backstage will most likely be the most nerve-racking experience ever. My white dress sparkled due to diamonds sewed onto the bodice. A crown placed in front of my bun made me feel complete. "Listen, you have to seize the moment and stay in it. Use that adrenaline and make this the best you have ever dance. But most importantly, have fun while you are out there. I'm proud of you". With Olivia's words, I get a sense of courage flow me. "Don't worry," I tell her, "I'm not going to throw away my shot". She smiles at me encouragingly. The audience claps and the music ends. Oh dear god it's my turn next. My body goes on autopilot as the music starts. Grand Jeté after Grand Jeté I leap, twirl, and pose my way off the stage; a smile not leaving my face the whole

When I got to the blacktop of the school. I put on my hoodie and made my way to my classroom. Other kids kept giving me dirty looks, and others even yelled insults at me. But, I blocked the words from getting to me. Hours and hours passed which seemed to be an eternity. Chris and his friends sat behind me and I tried not to make eye contact with them, but they still tried to hurt me mentally and physically. I once tried to tell my teacher once, but all she would tell me was...

The day of the musical. So many thoughts running through my head. I should’ve told my mom I was ‘sick’ so I didn’t have to go. I just had to suck it up and get through these next two hours and then all would be well. Throughout the musical, I had parts to sing as a background singer but it was nice because I could practically lip sync without anyone noticing. Before I had to recite my line, my stomach was wrenching in fear. I thought to myself, What if I throw up? I would get to leave the room and I wouldn’t have to say my line. I kept thinking of every single scenario that could possibly get me off the stage. Finally, my line came and Ms. Parrish pointed at me. I hesitated, not that much, yet still noticeable enough for everyone to stare at me. “Come on, they’re all starting to look” uttered my friend next to me. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, and instead, my face got red, I started crying, and ran off the stage. Not my best

I had something to focus on besides my nerves. I straightened up, walked to the front pole, and pressed my back against it. I slid my fingers under the straps of my dress, sliding them down my arms. I held the top of the dress over my breasts as I sunk down, opening my legs toward them. I gave a quick shimmy of my shoulders and let the top of the dress fall down to my waist. Angel and Sky were clapping and cheering, but I realized they weren’t the only ones. The guys were enjoying our show. A couple of them were now standing at the stage with dollars in their

The first day of rehearsal for Claire was just about as scary as jumping out of a plane. Everyone was just as scared as me, but for some reason I was shaking and I was about to pass out. As I was looking around the

When I put on my makeup and costume that night I had no sliver of anxiety that my world was about to come crashing down in 60 minutes, or that the next 6 months would be hell. To me I just had excitement for the last run of the show and laughter from my fellow cast mates. When “places” was called I ran to my spot to start the show. Then the curtain rose and I ran out. When I began performing I didn’t have time to pick out faces in the audience. If I did it would pull me out of character to see the parent

Right as I walk into the school there are kids looking at me, staring me down as if I just walked in naked. I can feel my face getting red. I look down and begin walking to the main office.

I was extremely neurotic, I was doubting myself, and as I heard more and more people walk in the more I began to shiver, which was odd for me since I was outgoing and uncommonly talkative. I was nervous I was going to fail my number one goal in high school (besides graduating). Everything was happening so fast, all the escorts were doing their makeup, and we were going through the beginning dance several more times while the curtains were closed. Immediately after 4th runthrough. The student body president with her over dramatic sparkling gold dress and earphone piece yells, “PLACES EVERYONE WE GO ON IN FIVE!!!”. My heart sank down to my butt, I was breathless. I made it worse when I decided to quickly peek my head out the curtain, just to see my whole family and my friends all sitting together, and of course the rest of the 115 attendants there chattering. Nonetheless with God’s gracious power. The show didn’t start for another 23 minutes due to Drews CD. It was not playing properly and he was the first one to go. That gave me time for my friend Maurice Farrow to calm me down, and the other contestants to calm me down. I was more nervous than the Wendy Torrance from the shining was being chased by Johnny. Finally the CD was fixed and we performed the begining dance perfectly. Which gave me more confidence, that I would be able

I walked in on my first day of middle and public school, terrified for my life. I had just switched schools from my private school that had closed down due to lack of funds. The previous year had not ended well for any of my classmates. I only had one person I could call a friend left. That person was Jake. Jake was really short for his age and wore glasses. He was mildly shy and quiet. But the reason I only had one friend left was because of what happened at the end of last year.

I arrived at school. I parked my bike in front of the school and walked in. Many of my friends

It was on a strange day that I was standing in the hallway, trying to calm my fluttering nerves. In a few minutes, my after-school acting group and I were going to enter a room and proceed to perform our perfectly practiced skit. I glanced back at the clock often, watching the minutes tick by with an agonizing slowness, waiting until we would be told that it was our turn. Occasionally I turned and chatted idly with one of the teammates that were around me in attempt to alleviate the stress of performing in front of judges and an audience. All of us were jittery with nervousness or excitement at the thought of acting in front of other people. Finally, one of the assisting parents came in and told our group that we would be next to go on stage,

The music began to play. I panicked. Before I could check on all of the girls standing backstage one more time, my legs started to move, and I found myself at the front of the stage with the lights shining brilliantly against my face. Hearing my friends hollering my name and the enormous audience cheering madly, I thought to myself, “Oh God, please don’t let this performance turn out to be a disaster.” It was too late to back out now. I was trapped between the twenty-five hundred pairs of eyes in front of me and the two hundred girls dancing behind me.

If given the ability to travel back in time to my first day at Westside High School, and I was able to change my high school experience with advice to my freshman self, I would leave him with these five pieces of advice: sit on the right side of the gym, get involved with a team sport, study/do homework, be more cynical of the people he considered his “best” friends, and enjoy the underclassman years as much as possible. I wouldn’t want to completely remodel my high school years because I am pleased with how things turned out for me. However, it would be arrogant to say that I wouldn’t change a thing, and that I did everything right the first time around. If given this opportunity, I would do my best to tell myself said things in order to create a better version of myself. A version that is more (1) timely, (2) goal oriented, (3) responsible, (4) college prepared and (5) perspicacious.