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.
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| Hmm, where is room 101? |
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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.
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| Excuse me, where's room 101? |
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Then, I looked up:
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| Oh my God! |
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He answered in a throaty voice:
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| Over that way. |
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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.
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| Umm, is Room 101 in this direction? |
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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.
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| I guess she really likes flour. |
Finally, I arrived at Room 101.
At the end of the day, I got to leave:
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| F-f-f-f... |
And that was my first day of middle school! What were some of your memorable first days?
