The (Not so amazing) adventures of Max

Sixth Entry: Pre-High School Nerves

Monday, August 7th

One more sleep. One. That's it. Tomorrow, I'm officially a high schooler, which sounds a lot cooler when you say it in your head than when you actually have to do it. I keep imagining how the first day will go, and none of the scenarios are very reassuring. What if I don't get along with my new teachers? Or worse—what if I can't figure out how to open my locker and have to stand there awkwardly for an hour until someone helps me? It's gonna be one of those things that's probably not a big deal in the end, but right now, it feels like it could be the start of my entire high school career going down in flames.

Mom's been super excited, taking about a million "back-to-school" pictures of me (I swear, I might be in more pictures than an Instagram influencer). She's all like, "It's such a big milestone!" and "Look at how much you've grown!" Meanwhile, I'm just trying to keep my eyes from twitching as she pulls out every single camera in the house. Sam, of course, found it hilarious. He tried to photobomb every single shot, which somehow only made it worse. It was like he was actively trying to make my first day of high school worse by being, well, Sam.

I tried to make it a little less painful by showing my friends the outfit I planned on wearing tomorrow. Ben approved, which means it's probably decent, but I don't think it's going to be anything life-changing. It's just the first day, after all. Not like I'm meeting my future spouse or anything.

Anyway, we all agreed to meet up at the park one last time before everything goes down. We're planning to hang out late, get some food, and talk about the big plans for high school. If you ask Leo, he's already planning his entire strategy to "rule" the school (again, not as intimidating as he thinks). Ben's in full "this is going to be the best year ever" mode, which is honestly kind of annoying because I feel like I'm already stressed out about everything. Alex's only worry is if there's going to be any good pizza during lunch (priorities).

I guess tomorrow's the day. It's all happening. I'm nervous, I'm excited, I'm...terrified. But it's happening.

Tomorrow's the day. High school, here I come—hopefully with a plan that doesn't involve getting lost or tripping over my own feet.