Do you still remember the first day of your high school? Grade 7 or 1st year maybe? Do you remember how you felt during that time? The feeling of going to a new school and meeting new friends? Well, maybe some of you stayed in the same school, but this was my story before.
I fix my hair with a comb and I put gel on it. It took me about 5 minutes to let myself be satisfied of my look. I look at the mirror several times. I go to the kitchen and eat my breakfast. And then again I stop by at the mirror.
I go to the kitchen once more to brush my teeth. And then again I look at myself at the mirror. I fix my hair again since my look was off. I then got irritated because my hair doesn't do what I pleased. I sighed after and decided to just leave it hanging.
My heart won't stop pounding. I am currently standing at the side of the highway to wait for a passenger vehicle. It is my first time to ride one, well it is not really the first time.
Just a month ago, my mother went with me at the highway to guide me. As I go inside a passenger vehicle, she was the one who instructed the driver to where would I go down. I was going to school at that time for summer class.
Although I met some people at the class, this time would be different. The students would be shuffled and you'll get to meet new ones again. Summer classes and Official classes have different vibes right? Right?
This time, I'm on my own now. I ride one and I sit next to the driver for safety measures. Hehe.
The passenger vehicle is now full and it starts to move. I enjoy my time looking around my view while the vehicle continues to move forward. I look at my watch to see if I could get there in time. The vehicle moves with great speed.
After 30 minutes, it is now 7:19 in the morning. I still need to walk and get a ride to get to this school of mine. I take my time as if nothing would happen.
"EEEEEHHH!?" That was my reaction when I arrived at the gate. In my mind, I screamed. It is still 7:24 am yet the students were already falling in line at the field. They almost covered whole of it. The guard in standby calls me out, telling me to get inside already. I move my feet with haste.
The mic turns on at the stage above and it sounded loudly. It caught my attention and I stop. I look around and notice that the students doesn't have their bags with them.
Gaaaah! Have they already gone into their classrooms and left it inside? What should I do? Should I find my classroom? But the flag ceremony is about to start. GAAAAAH! MY HEART WON'T STOP POUNDING! SOMEBODY HELP ME!
I go to a random line without knowing what section or even what year it is. I bring my bag with me but I put it on the ground. It seems I'm the only one who is in this kind of situation. I feel embarrass to myself. I cried inside my mind. I look at the people around and I try to guess if they are the same year with me.
The ceremony starts. There are welcoming messages and introductions coming from the principal and teachers. I listen closely to them even though they are very far away, and I couldn't even see their face clearly. Whelp, so much for a late comer isn't it? But I arrived with a few minutes of allowance before 7:30! Why does this happen to me?
The mass gets heated up. The roll call is about to start. Now I will know what line is this that I ended up.
Eeeh!? I thought I lined up in a first year, but they were second years already. I kept silent as the last man in line. Maybe they haven't noticed me? Or maybe they already did but they just ignored me? Well in any case, I am still in good shape.
During the roll call, I saw and heard my class section. Now that I got to know that it was them, all I need to do is to follow them when this ceremony ends. I made an evil face but the embarrassment remained.
When the event ended, the students scrambles. Whaa-- Hey I can't see! The students flooded the entire area and I can't get a good view of my fellow classmates.
I go into a higher ground and there! Enemy spotted! I run towards them with my bag on my back. I pant and breathe heavily as I catch up to them. Their faces are new. I really don't know someone inside here. I take a peek inside. My classmates are noisy.
As my eyes continue to wander around, I saw someone waving at me. Goodness gracious, the guy is a person I knew back in summer school, but we didn't really get to hangout, and I avoided him for a few times when he wants to talk to me. Huhuhu do I deserve this? He is even trying to help me now, I'm really sure that he remembers me.
I go close to him and I am surprise again. His fellow table mates are also people that I knew back in summer school. I think the people who knew each other gathered around. Now this is good. I continue to go near to him and I am not nervous anymore. But I still won't forget of how irresponsible I am. If only I didn't give much time to my hair. Tsk!
