My First Day of Sixth Grade

With my first day of high school looming, I started thinking about my old first days of school. I remember the first day of kindergarten - specifically, the part where I hid under the slide and played with worms. And the first day of second grade, when I was so excited, I woke my parents up at 4 AM, fully dressed with my backpack on. I think the most un-awesome first day I've ever had was sixth grade. I started out trying to find a certain room.

Hmm, where is room 101?

No, I'm not bald, but hair was too hard. That piece of paper is my schedule. That smile is the one of a ten-year-old who does not yet know how awful middle school is.

Unable to find room 101, I decided to ask a random stranger.

Excuse me, where's room 101?

Then, I looked up:

Oh my God!

He answered in a throaty voice:

Over that way.

I walked on in the direction he pointed, but of course I remembered that the Big Scary Eighth Graders sometimes pointed you in the wrong direction. I stopped in front of another Big Scary Eighth Grader and asked her, too.

Umm, is Room 101 in this direction?

She took out a little baggie filled some strange white powder - probably flour, I thought to myself - and inhaled it. Then she grinned at me and pointed in the same direction the smoker had.

I guess she really likes flour.

Finally, I arrived at Room 101.

At the end of the day, I got to leave:

F-f-f-f...

And that was my first day of middle school! What were some of your memorable first days?