first day(first draft)

You push, then get pushed yourself. You try and run ahead, all you get is yelled at and pushed right back to where you were again. So you have no other choice but to stand there and gladly wait your turn for your personal space back. It’s like trying to fit sumo wrestlers in a clown car! You can’t even take a deep breath without the person next to you thinking you tried to shove you way through. I finally understand what everyone means when they say “packed like sardines.” I’m also guessing it’s what my mom feels like in rush hour, but she has cars in between her and the person behind and in front of her. For me however, it’s person to person, body to body, and even stranger to stranger. But don’t take my word for it; I’m just explaining my feelings as everybody waits in the hallways to scurry like little mice around the school until finally emerging through the door of your next class. When you finally get out of the human traffic jam, you have that satisfying feeling of freedom. Not in an overly jumping up and down kind of way, but in a smile at yourself because the worst part is over kind of way. That’s what it feels like to have a steady path again and you can see the floor at least three feet in front of you. Now getting stuck in the hallway may be a bummer, but it’s just another part of high school, along with the devil in disguise teachers, the long nights of homework, and who could forget the kids who have a secret fear of being nice to others? But because of my amazing friends, my friendly and caring teachers, and full confidence in myself; I know I will be able to overcome this foggy path that is hard to get through but we’re all well up for the challenge.