My First Day of Eleventh Grade

September 13th, 2015

I started my first day of eleventh grade on September 9th. I woke up at 6 a.m. and left my house around 6:40 a.m. This is the first year I am not a new student anymore because in tenth grade, I transferred to the high school I am going to now. In freshman and sophomore year, I didn't really know anyone. This year, I see people that I know from last year.

My first period class was a computer class. Mostly, the first day of school consists of teachers going over grading policies, rules, and all of that stuff. The teachers ask you to introduce yourself and to say what you did over the summer. In trigonometry class, I met two people. I talked to someone I knew in Spanish. There was a cute guy sitting next to me in Spanish. I wish he still sat next to me, so I could talk to him. Who am I kidding though? I would most likely not start a conversation with him. I mean I can start conversations and I usually do, but it can honestly be so hard. I think he doesn't really seem like the kind of person I would talk to anyway.

At lunch, I decided to find a friend to sit with. I had originally wanted to make new friends at lunch or maybe even sit alone, but after looking around at the crowded cafeteria, I was suddenly intimidated all over again like on the first day of sophomore year when I came in the cafeteria. My friend had messaged me on Facebook saying that he had the same lunch period with me. I took a whole walk around the cafeteria. The whole time I was scared that I wasn't going to find him. I found him and decided to sit with him and his friends. He introduced me to two girls. They seemed pretty nice. I wasn't feeling too left out, but I wasn't really in the conversation.

I decided to go to the guidance counselor after I ate my lunch.  Of course there was a tremendously long line of other students wanting to change their schedules just like me. Surprise! Surprise! Not! There wasn't an actual line, but I could tell there was so many people there waiting. Oh, little did I know one of the boys there was going to talk to me.

Since the lunch period was going to end soon, I ended up going back to the cafeteria. Darn it! I wasn't able to see the guidance counselor to change my schedule. I actually needed a schedule change unlike most people who just disliked their classes and wanted them changed because of that. I went back to the lunch table I was sitting at before. When it was about time to leave to go to my next period class, some guy asks me about a black flower. At first, I was super confused and caught off guard. I literally had no idea what he meant, and I even thought for a second he was trying to be a jerk. I thought a black flower could have meant something that I didn't know. He was asking if I had dropped a black flower in the guidance counselor. I was completely sure I hadn't. I mean I didn't even have a black flower to start with.

My day went on with two more classes. One being acting and the other one being English. Those were the two classes that I knew almost everyone there. When I was getting out of school , I saw a couple of my friends. It was so great to see one of my friends Dymond. I can totally be myself around her and not feel judged or anything. She's so fun to be around. It's a shame that we don't have Spanish class together this year. I met her in Spanish last year. She was put into my Spanish class later on in the school year, and she sat next to me in that class, so I started talking to her. Immediately, we became friends.

I feel like this post is so long! Anyway, when I was outside, the guy from lunch who asked me about a black flower came up to me. I was so surprised when he asked me for a hug. First of all, I am not a hug person. Second of all, I don't like hugging new people. I only hugged him to be polite. We talked a little. He offered to walk me to the bus stop which turned into us walking around, so I didn't get to take the bus. We ended up walking and talking. He gave me a bear hug. I had no idea what that was, and I had never gotten a bear hug before. Oh man! It hurt so bad, and I never want one again. Basically, he picked me up and cracked my back. We talked and got to know each other a little. I could tell he was interested in me. I was starting to wonder if there actually was a black flower next to my foot in the guidance counselor earlier. I hadn't looked down at my feet when I was in the guidance counselor. Maybe he was telling the truth and he really thought it was mine, but that was definitely a conversation starter. All I can say is I wasn't really interested in him, and I don't see it going anywhere, but I am willingly opened to becoming friends.

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                               As always,
                                                Lisa :)