When you’re a freshman and you enter a new high school, it’s a big deal. Imagine entering a new high school at least three times a year. I’ve never been to a school dance. I’ve never acted in a play. I’ve never tried out for a sport. I’ve never even had real friends.
We moved last week again. Eight schools in three years.
The first day is always the worst. It gets better though. Unfortunately, as soon as I get comfortable at my new school, we move. Some people like going to a new school, because it allows them to be anyone they want. I just want to fit it.
I spent an hour trying to decide what to wear this morning. At most schools, girls wear cute polo shirts and skirts. At other schools, girls wear pajamas. I decided to put on my favorite jeans and my light blue sweater. I thought I looked pretty and I felt confident in my outfit.
My mother promised this would be the last time we moved. She said that last time. “Good luck, honey. Everything will be fine, just remember to smile.” I always took her advice.
The first day school of school is always the same. You walk into school, people give you blank stares, and then, you attempt to find your first class. Along the way you will get a few smiles, and fifty people will stop and say, “Hi, what’s your name? Are you new here? Where are you from? You’ll love our school so much.” I should wear a sign that says, “Hi, my name is Tiffany, this is my first day here, and my father is in the military, so we move a lot.”
I’ve been to so many schools. I have experienced many different teachers and teaching styles. This school is definitely the most strict I’ve been to in awhile. “Tiffany, don’t think because you’re new, you don’t need a book.” How was I supposed to know that I needed a copy of The Scarlet Letter, my first day?
My day got better though. Math was my best subject, so I looked forward to it. The teacher was impressed with my work. I don’t think she knew that I learned the material two weeks ago at my old school.
I was so excited when a couple of girls invited me to sit with them at lunch. How was I going to remember all their names? The two girls with blonde hair and blue eyes were Kelsey and Lauren. The girl with the glasses was Rachel. Jessica had brown curly hair. Melissa had green eyes, or was her name Nicole?
The girl’s talked about homecoming all lunch. We never had homecoming at my old schools, or if we did I missed it. I think it’s a big football game, but I’m not sure. “I wonder who will be homecoming king and queen. I voted for Katie and Sean. Who did you vote for? My dress will be pink, what color will yours be, Tiffany?" Maybe it’s not a football game.
After school the girl’s told me all about homecoming. I was right, there would be a football game, but there was a dance too. They were on their way to soccer practice. I learned that soccer’s almost over and basketball is starting soon. They told me I should try out. I think I will. I’d never played on an organized team before, but I always play with my older brother.
Being the “new kid” wasn’t so bad this time. I might be going to my first dance, I might play a sport, and finally, I might have my first real friends.
Things were definitely going to be different, but for the first time…I didn’t mind.
Love, Tiffany
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