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My stomach bubbling up inside, my palms sweating and my throat was totally dry as I stood on the Manhattan bound train from the Bronx. During this thirty-minute commute I thought of all the stupid things that could go wrong on my first day of School. The famous tripping in the lunchroom scene, getting a schedule of remedial classes, or walking into a classroom and having my peers stare at my gear as if I where a freak! These are the things that had my head aching as I approached the medium sized building with nearly 500 surrounding students. Loud boomboxes, girls in really tight clothes and wearing make-up, and kids standing on the corner smoking were the pictures that filled my eyes. I did not stay outside for long as I made my way past security and through large airport like metal detectors. I felt like I was not headed to class but to Rikers Island where I would be imprisoned for life. They checked me as well as my bookbag. In junior high this of course was not common. Still I pushed on and went to homeroom. Before I entered the room I straightened out my new outfit that I had searched desperately for what I thought I looked hot and was untouchable. That was the moment I walked in and saw that everyone in my 9th grade homeroom had on new clothes and thought they were the bomb too. So I took a seat in the back corner, stayed to myself and observed. Not many students were talking to anyone, but those who were had attitudes. I considered them to be the "thugh wanna be's". Then there were the guys in the other corner talking among themselves about the good-looking girls in the class. In the desks in the middle of the classroom there were the vain females forever looking in their compact mirrors. Then there were the people like me, who sat back and looked at the other students and tried to pick out the friends I would be spending the next four years with. Of course we did the usual " what I did over summer vacation" essay. Oh and then we read it aloud (oooh, what fun)! I thought things were supposed to be totally different from elementary and junior high. Not!!! This was considered an "ice breaker". It did not really work but it helped. I realized that the people I labeled were not all that bad. Remember what your mother said "don't judge a book by its cover". Update: I am no longer in that school. I transferred because the curriculum was terrible. Also because there were not enough cutties (guys) in the school. There was like one guy for every 25 girls. So of course there was to be a lot of drama between the ladies. However, I am more than happy and content at my current school where I am in the Honor Society, was on the Varsity gymnastics team, and I'm on the senior council.
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