Joining the Wolf Pack

When people say “ First day of school,” feelings of excitement and anxiety are what typically associate themselves with the phrase. But, apparently not for me.
My first thought was, ‘here we go again.’ I’ve been to a vast amount of schools throughout my life, so of course this was gonna be another usual experience for me. I would show up to school, go straight to the office for my schedule and off to class we would go. Then, I would get the usual introduction saying that I was new and coming from a different state. My experience at Wyoming High School was different, however.
Standing in front of the grand steps at the entrance, for once, made me feel nervous. Maybe it was the fact that I had dairy in the morning knowing full well that I’m lactose intolerant. Maybe it was the fact that this would be the first time starting a new school by myself. I would be going through the abyss that is high school with no one else to share the experience with. The time it took for this feeling of uneasiness to overcome my nervous system was the same amount that it took to flee. Walking into the doors that would soon be the new norm for me, I expected the school to be full of life, nevertheless, I was very disappointed when all I saw were dull faces hunched in booths and round tables. Granted it was a Tuesday, so that could have been the reason as to why people were so lifeless at 7:15 a.m.
My day consisted of spending the first two hours in the counselor’s office talking about things I forgot twenty minutes after leaving the office. As I was walking side by side with my counselor to my first class of the day, seeing the curious eyes of students on ‘the new girl’ felt like everyone was scrutinizing my every move. It was a feeling that I don’t wish to feel again. Making my way to the front of the class, sweaty palms and all, was the worst part of my day. Despite the constant clammy hands and questions, the first half of my day went quite good. This statement however, is something that cannot be said for the second half of my day.
Lunch, my favorite part of the day, soon became the most dreadful part of my day. Trudging into the cafeteria just answered all the questions that were surging through my brain. I had absolutely no idea where to sit. My feet were moving faster than my brain was registering what was going on. In the blink of an eye I had practically sprinted across the lunch room only to stop right in front of the counselor’s office. For the next half hour or so, I experienced the most awkward lunch of my life, which is saying a lot since my usual persona is an antisocial teenage girl. As soon as I heard the familiar ‘trrinnngg’ signaling the finale of the most cringeworthy lunch in the history of awkward lunches. Safe to say that the following day, my feet stayed in place until they found their way to a perfectly good spot for what should be the best part of someone’s day.
Having a class right after lunch, when all I want to do is take a nap, has proven to be very difficult to concentrate on. Creative is not a word I would use to describe myself, so the moment I was told I could write a blog about whatever I wanted is when I could just about hear the rusty gears in my mind getting to work. Although my mind was telling me to stop exercising my brain, the rest of the day went by in a flash.
Ultimately, if I were to choose a word to describe joining the Wolf Pack it would be exceptional. Starting a new school has demonstrated to be a bumpy hill with a beautiful view at the top.