Slushies getting thrown at your face as soon as you walk into your homeroom classroom is soooo a stereotape. Actually, as I pushed open the big wooden slip slidey doors, the first thing I saw were kids, and a ton. They all wore jeans, like me and they all looked as confuesed and intimidating as me! Yesss!
I slipped into a chair next to a blond haired, chubby girl with jeans and a red headband on. She gave me a slight smile then carefully lined up her pencil to show the border between my part of the desk and hers. In other words, she was saying this is my part of the desk and that is yours, you pass the border and you are dead. Middle school had officially began.
“Good morning class!”
A middle adged teacher walked in she wrote her name in perfect, never dot your i’s with a circle handwriting and sat down on her table and let out a huge sigh. Ok then.
“You have finally reached sixth grade!!” She let out a huge emotional puff of air which made the kid sitting in the front row start frantically pushing his chair further away from the teacher.
“But really, middle school is something to embrace, something to-” she walked up closer to the class and I swear I saw the kid who had moved his desk away from her shudder “Something to LOVE!” She kept talking for a while the assigned us some simple math problems, that were super easy, (I’m kinda a math freak), and let us go.
The rest of the day went by like cupcakes put in the middle of a group of screaming toddlers. I met a girl named Ashley and apparently she felt as out of place as me, I liked all of my teachers and the work was fun. So when my mom picked me up after school and asked me if I had loved it, all I could do was mutter something about friend chicken and stare at my chipped purple nail polish.
It was a year after I had moved to Jordan. My first year had been a nightmare, boy-crazed students, clothe-crazed students, makeup-crazed students, and popularity-crazed students. Aka, the oppisite of me. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t a loner, or a nerd or anything. I usually made friends just by being nice. But these kids were different, there idea of “nice” was my idea of “mean.” So yeah, long story short, I convinced my mom to homeschool me and I forgot all about those snoby, cool, mean kids. But this year there was no way I could convince my mom to homeschool me again, she barely had said yes the first time, I had to beg like a kitten whimpering for milk. So, it looked like I was going to suck it up and go to school. And, as if I couldn’t be anymore mortified than I already was, school was starting tomorrow, and my best friend Kate was in a totally different country, so one of her supportive pep talks was out of the question.
“Okay, so just be nice, OK?”My mom was sitting on the couch emailing someone for some I am sure, ridicuous reason.
“Mom, you don’t KNOW these kids, they LIVE for sucking out all the spirit out of some innocent person, they call you names, punch you-” Okay so maybe I am spicing up the story a bit, but I can’t help it, i’m an spicer-uper.
“Oh you’ll be fine. Your the sweetest person I know.”
“Your just saying that cause I’m your daughter.”
“Yeah well even I am i’m sure they’ll love you.”
“Yeah, HATE me maybe but most tripplily, totally, they will NOT love me.”
“Fine, If you want to be negative then FINE, but remember what i told you when you walk into class tomorrow and everyone Lo–”
“No, LOVES you.”
I stormed out of the room and slammed the room. Let me make it very clear that i am NOT a brat, it’s just it can be very stressful, if you are starting middle school tomorrow, have zero friends, and feel like a prisoner on a ship, getting ready to walk the plank. I shut off the light and eventually fell asleep, dreaming about some nose picker dangling their fist over my head and saying: “ready to get beat up??”
I woke up the next day, and got dressed in my jeans and pink and grey sweatshirt that I had been so obsessed over or the past week. Brushed my teeth, and brushed my hair. I walked downstairs and ate something (looking back, I can’t actually remember what I ate…)
“Okay Im ready, lets go”
My mom and I walked to the car and after a couple of hours-okay fine- minutes we got there. I took a deep breath, waved to my mom, and walked into the big wood door.