The College

First Day of The Rest of my Life

    The buzzing of my alarm took me by surprise and in a fit of struggle trying to switch it off, I throw myself off my bed.  I don't think I'll ever be able to forget my first day of secondary school, purely because of what a big deal our principal made of it. It was a sunny Thursday morning and we didn't even have to go in for a full day because it was only our induction. I remember all of us being herd in like sheep by our lank of a deputy, Mister Rellis , and being sat in the school gym before our principal Miss Carrol made the longest, most tedious speech imaginable. I zoned in and out of reality throughout the speech but the words she said before she dismissed us hit me like a train- "Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life, make it count."

  We got our first real day at school the following Wednesday because we were only little first years so we couldn't handle all 820 students in the one building all at the same time. I got ready to leave my house before I was confronted by my mother asking if I was going up to "that wan, Kelly, up the road" and I said I was.

"Aly, I warned you about that wan. I have a bad feeling about her, she's a little snake that wan!"

"Ye ye ye, can I go now, Ma?"

She paused "..Go on so. Have a good day."

"Yep I'll try"

I skipped out my front door and trotted up the road and walked down with Kelly who had a little surprise for me by making us walk down with the biggest queer imaginable , I know that's not a particularly "nice" word to use but I'm actually not wrong, he is in fact gay. Now, before you judge me, I am NOT homophobic, I completely support all that LGBTQ stuff and I have no problem with this lads sexuality he just annoys the living fuck out of me. Moving on.

I was about five minutes away from my school before I realised I had forgot both my locks and my keys for my lockers and I was overcome with a feeling I cant think of a better word to describe with other than "ughhh". I'd love to be able to say that that was sort of, kinda the most embarrassing thing to happen to me that day but unfortunately I had gotten lost and forgotten where my locker was literally point two seconds after I swiped in and had to be escorted by another que-... I mean - nice, helpful person.

We had a tutor meeting first thing and our tutor just rambled on about books and lockers and respect and teachers and some more respect and books. After that, we were actually given our books and one of the senior prefects was friends with my brother (and incredibly sexy but that's beside the point) and I had accidentally asked for three of the same history book - in retrospect it doesn't seem that embarrassing but when you're in a room full of about twenty five people you have never met before in your life it's probably not the smartest thing to do.

 I will admit, I did change a lot over that summer between sixth class and first year. I actually had friends who where guys and I wasn't the same little queer (see, I call myself that too!) I was in primary school - I hadn't drastically improved but anything that isn't what I used to be is still relatively good in all fairness.

My only regret is probably not being as selective as I am now as a hell of a lot of so called friends came and went that year, but sure what can you do. But that's basically all that happened that day, but jesus, looking back on that week is so cringey its not even funny. You don't know embarrassment until you go to sit down and eat lunch with your friends and the second you sit down, the seat snaps off the table and you fall on your arse infront of, not only the entirety of the canteen but also your badass, badboy, rebellious crush who cant help but piss himself laughing and later called me fat to my face - iconic. But is that what it took for me to get over him? Nope.