Form one, my first day in a coed school since I was three. I didn't even know what the meaning of coed was and I was honestly appalled by the thought of being surrounded by boys. Unlike every other girl in my class I was simply not excited by the thought of going a school for boys and girls. This was not the High School I had dreamt attending but my family was convinced that this would be a great life experience for me. How! I couldn't fathom how any of this could have a positive outcome. Damn get a grip on yourself Amber! A coed school was definitely not the end of your life and its definitely not going to stand in your way of being on top of work. My plan was already set. My goal in life was to study law and I knew it was no easy job scoring the necessary marks to get into one of the top law schools. I came in with a plan and was ready to execute it.
Usually walking into a new environment people usually think about their first impression and hope for a welcoming face but I looked for the seat closest to the teacher's desk. I walked into the classroom blocking out the noise of fresh voices introducing themselves and scanned to front of the room. Basically every seat in front the class was vacant. What a shocker! The choices were endless but I choose the desk that was facing smack in the middle of the teacher's desk. This way I'm guaranteed not to miss a single word that comes out our new professor's mouth whoever he or she might be. Urgh now that I think about it I really hope the professor isn't one of those adults who likes to act 'cool' trying to speak the latest slang.
I have half an hour before class starts with nothing to do. I consider socializing for a moment until I hear a smirk comment from a short fair boy with his hair in plats. He was addressing the tallest and skinniest boy in the class. What an odd combination for friends huh? He whispered just a little too loudly "Who is the freakish read girl with the big head in front the class." It was blatantly obvious he was talking about me if not from that fairly accurate yet hurtful description, I was still the only person sitting to the front of the class. Yep that was enough encouragement to keep me in my shell.
I was looking at the clock as time was dragging along and somewhere in that process I drifted on into my own thoughts imagining every possible thing that could go wrong at this school. Yeah, I'm not a positive thinker, I'm working on it. I was jolted out of my daydream by a deep male voice that took a while to register as mature, way too mature to belong to any of this young idle boys I am soon to call my classmates. Oh crap it's our new professor! I quickly stood up knocking my books off my table in the process. How great, I must be making myself look like a complete fool. Our professor turns to me with an amused look on his face and makes a remark to embarrass me for a lifetime "It good of you to join us, I see you're finally done daydreaming."
I sunk back into my chair just wishing I could disappear with the wind. The professor introduced himself as Mr. Francis and from his body language I knew he meant business. For a moment I regretted my wish of not having a cool teacher but the minute he assigned a project within his first ten minutes of standing in front the class I knew that having him would be one of the few positive things of this school.
It was that dreadful moment we had to introduce ourselves to the class, when does this ever end well? It was my turn, I slowly stood up and spoke shakily "My name is Amber and I previously attended Bridgeton Elementary School." Happy to get that over with I was about to sit when Mr. Francis pressed me on asking what hobbies I had. Doesn't he see that I'm not too keen on introducing myself! I faced the class once more mentally rolling my eyes that this wasn't over and continued "My hobby is reading." This time I did not hesitate to sit down before the professor could question me further. I heard the boy with the plats voice making a remark to the students at the back of the class "How boring of her!" Just on cue I heard hushed giggles from the girls which haunted me for the duration of the day. I'm beginning to despise this imbecile of a boy!
