It was the first day of the rest of my lifeâ€¦ my grown up life. My stomach was in groaning for food, and I couldnâ€™t seem to do anything with my hair. I had all my pens, papers, notebooks and other miscellaneous items stuffed into my spanking new blue book bag. My mother was down stairs on the patio drinking her morning mug of coffee, yelling at me to hurry up. I gave my brand new Nikeâ€™s a quick whitening, checked to make sure I had everything; money for lunch, all my books, paper, pens, and a calculator. My mother continued to yell at me from downstairs throughout the morning.
â€œ Youâ€™re going to miss the bus!â€
The bus! I couldnâ€™t believe my ears. I couldnâ€™t show up to high school on my first day by riding the bus. I was nervous, so I asked my mother to drive me to school. Somehow knowing my mother was going to be there part of the way made it a little bit easier for me to go. It was nice to have a close relative there to set me off on the grown-up part of my life. My childhood was over, and I was almost an adult. Not to mention the fact that I hated the bus and used any excuse to get out of riding it.
Well my mother ended up giving in, and drove me to school. The drive to the newly built high school was just under fifteen minutes away. As we traveled my mother gave me some tips to make it through the day. She told me to introduce myself to my teachers on personal bases, to sit up front and to eat a good lunch. As we arrived at the entrance, I felt my breakfast wanting to jump out of my stomach. I hate grits. I was shaking and on the verge of tearsâ€¦ well maybe Iâ€™m exaggerating just a little bit, but I was a bit shaky.My Mom gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead, told me Iâ€™d have a great time. I jumped out of the car and stood on the sidewalk waving goodbye to my mother.