I had almost two months to think about all the possibilities that could've happened to a stupid incoming freshman like me. I was 14 years old that will be going to school with 15, 16, 17, and 18 year olds. Because I was small, the thought of getting lost around school and adjusting to this new confusing schedule would be the scariest thing I thought I would ever face. This school was as big as the Pacific Ocean and it having two campuses did not make it any easier for me. The night before my first day, I put all my books in my backpack and charged my laptop. It was as heavy as a boulder and I didn’t even put my laptop in which would’ve weighed one thousand more pounds. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and climbed into bed. I blasted my music because I was overthinking about what would happen tomorrow. I laid in bed for a good hour, staring at the roof. I checked my phone and it was 10:36 p.m. I thought about how stupid it would be to be late on my first day of school, so I closed my eyes slowly and went to sleep.

My first day of high school had officially arrived and I was already terrified of what will happen. It was a breezy day but the sun was out. My dad was driving me to school and acted as if this were just any ordinary day. When he dropped me off, my dad uttered, “Don’t get lost!” I was scared as ever. I thought to myself that he might’ve just wanted to make me laugh, but it didn’t. His serious tone made me extremely petrified. I closed the door lightly and walked away. I looked back to my dad as he was driving off and waved with my hand up high. The kid in front of me opened the door and held it open for me. I walked up to my locker, remembering my brother teaching me how to open it. Three turns to the right, two turns to the left, and then one more turn to the right. I stood there for about 10 minutes because I kept forgetting my combination. Once I got it to open, I kneeled down, thinking about what classes I had that day, and grabbed my books to go to my first class.

I walked to class 20 minutes early because I didn’t know what else to do. I found myself sitting alone, waiting next to a bunch of upperclassmen at their lockers, in front of my class door. I put my earphones in and went on my phone so I didn’t look like a freshman. Once people started coming to the class, I started feeling a little more comfortable because some of them said hi to me. Beep, beep, beep, beep. The class bell rang and the teacher made her way to the door. As she opened it, she welcomed each student by saying, “Good morning” to everyone that entered. Mistakenly, I sat down in the front of the class while majority of the class sat at the back. We did icebreakers, where the students got to know each other, throughout the whole entire period. Beep, beep, beep, beep. I grabbed my backpack and left.

Next, I had to go to my second class. I was excited because I actually knew people there. My older brother skimmed over all my teachers and he said my second class would be fun. I trusted what he said so I was kind of excited. The teacher unlocked the door and everyone sat down. I gently put my backpack down next to my desk because of my heavy laptop. Beep, beep, beep, beep. When the bell rang, all the students sat down at a desk. Like the last class, my teacher introduced himself and only himself. Everybody listened as he told his life story. He told many jokes in between because he knew we were scared of our first day. As interesting as he was, I barely paid attention. I was too busy worrying about lunch and my next class. I was afraid of going to lunch because I didn’t know who to sit next to or where to sit at. I was scared of the class after lunch because it was a language class and in my whole entire life, all I ever spoke was English. I figured I would fail the class because of how slow I am at learning and understanding. What made it even worse was that my cousin told me that I had a hard teacher. This was all I thought about until the bell rang. Beep, beep, beep, beep. I grabbed my backpack, and walked out the door, slowly.

I went to my locker, kneeled down again, and put my books back. I grabbed the books I needed for my last class and sat down next to my locker. I put my earphones in and texted my old middle-school friends to come meet me because I knew they must’ve been as scared as I am. They came three minutes after I had texted them and we ate lunch together. We talked about our first two classes and how we miss our old school. I felt extremely comfortable around them which helped me get through the rest of the day. They whispered, “Everything will be alright.”

Because their advice had brought my confidence up, I walked to my last class tall. Beep, beep, beep, beep. As I was outside of the door, I noticed that the teacher was already sitting inside the classroom at her desk, smiling at each student that walked in. She introduced herself and made each student introduce themselves. Each person stood up, said their name, favorite movie and favorite food. When it my my turn, I said, “Hi, my name is Sammantha, my favorite movie is The Parent Trap and I like to eat chocolate or cookies and cream ice cream.” After everyone went, we did another ice breaker so we got comfortable in the classroom with people in it. It was an extraordinarily fun and amusing class.

Beep, beep, beep, beep. It was the last bell. I walked out of the classroom and saw many unfamiliar faces. I opened my locker, remembering what my brother said, “three turns to the right, two turns to the left, and then one more turn to the right.” I kneeled down, placed my books at the bottom of my locker, and closed the door. While I was walking outside the door, I remembered the night before. I was extraordinarily nervous and I visualized that I wouldn’t make friends, pass any of my classes or get lost. Then another thought came to mind. I reflected on this day and how it went surprisingly well. Once my first day of high school had come to an end, my dad waited outside to pick me up. I waved my right hand up high so he could see me. He drove the car up to me and I dropped my backpack gently in the empty trunk. I slipped inside the dark blue car as I opened the heavy passenger door. My dad asked me, “How was it?” And I replied, with a huge smile on my face, “great.”