As my dad drove me to school, thoughts swirled around my mind.
Will they think I'm stupid wearing shorts and a tank top? What if
nobody likes me? Will I make friends? Today, all those questions
seem stupid, but at that moment, they seemed totally real. "You'll be fine", my
dad told me. That didn't help one bit. The butterflies in my stomach
just got worse. As we pulled up outside of Elizabeth Simcoe, I looked at the
huge brick building, the school I would attend until 6th grade. The
butterflies turned to stampeding buffalos. I was late, because my dad dropped
off my other sisters, so we went to the office. I met the secretary and then a
girl with dark curly hair, tied up in a bun overheard us talking. "I'm in
Gifted", she spoke up. "I can take her to her class". I got so nervous.
Again, that seems silly because Deja (the girl with the dark hair) is one
of my good friends nowadays but at that moment I was really shy. "Hi", Deja
said. "You're in Mrs. Grant's class right?" I nodded. She led me up a flight of
stairs, chattering away with another student. As we approached the class, I
noticed both gifted classes were in the same classroom. Wow this is a
big class. I thought. Today, I just think of it as my normal classroom. The
class had already started, so when I sat down next to two girls, I noticed we
were doing a 'get to know your classmates' activity. Mrs. Grant told us to turn
to the person next to us and talk to them about their summer. So I did. The
two other girls and I were a group of three. A girl with dark
hair and a bun was wearing jean shorts, a crop top, and a tank top
underneath just like me. Well at least I'm not the only idiot who wore
shorts I thought. She introduced herself as Michaela and said she went to
some kids karabana. Next was an Asian girl with long pin-straight
black hair and something else I can't quite recall. She was SDawg (not her real name) and
I don't quite remember what she said about her summer. We may have our ups
and downs, but we will always make it through in the end 😁
Will they think I'm stupid wearing shorts and a tank top? What if
nobody likes me? Will I make friends? Today, all those questions
seem stupid, but at that moment, they seemed totally real. "You'll be fine", my
dad told me. That didn't help one bit. The butterflies in my stomach
just got worse. As we pulled up outside of Elizabeth Simcoe, I looked at the
huge brick building, the school I would attend until 6th grade. The
butterflies turned to stampeding buffalos. I was late, because my dad dropped
off my other sisters, so we went to the office. I met the secretary and then a
girl with dark curly hair, tied up in a bun overheard us talking. "I'm in
Gifted", she spoke up. "I can take her to her class". I got so nervous.
Again, that seems silly because Deja (the girl with the dark hair) is one
of my good friends nowadays but at that moment I was really shy. "Hi", Deja
said. "You're in Mrs. Grant's class right?" I nodded. She led me up a flight of
stairs, chattering away with another student. As we approached the class, I
noticed both gifted classes were in the same classroom. Wow this is a
big class. I thought. Today, I just think of it as my normal classroom. The
class had already started, so when I sat down next to two girls, I noticed we
were doing a 'get to know your classmates' activity. Mrs. Grant told us to turn
to the person next to us and talk to them about their summer. So I did. The
two other girls and I were a group of three. A girl with dark
hair and a bun was wearing jean shorts, a crop top, and a tank top
underneath just like me. Well at least I'm not the only idiot who wore
shorts I thought. She introduced herself as Michaela and said she went to
some kids karabana. Next was an Asian girl with long pin-straight
black hair and something else I can't quite recall. She was SDawg (not her real name) and
I don't quite remember what she said about her summer. We may have our ups
and downs, but we will always make it through in the end 😁