The Hopes of a Highschool Boy

The First Walk

     First day of highschool... I remember alI the rumors I've heard about highschool being particularly tough to survive; all the homework, the stress, the unrealistic standards, the people, the whole nine yards. After I tell my Mother my goodbye's, I walk out the front door and ponder how I'm going to survive if highschool is really as tough as people say it is.

     I'm the oldest sibling of the two in my house. I share a room with my little sister, in a small house a mile away from the local urban city of Stanford. Well, urban is a bit of a stretch, a title too big for a town of its size, but it is larger than a sub-urban.

      I walk the mile and a half back to the Junior High where I went to school last year, but this time, as a freshman.

     Though I have heard the rumors about how difficult highschool is, I have heard many good things about it too, such as the expanded opportunities and open college career options. Those of which I have been waiting my entire life for.

     But going back this year means that I have to deal with my ex, after she dumped me harder than lava is hot. I feel ashamed to see my friends that didn't move away before this year started. "What are they going to think about me," I think to myself. But no matter, though it is the same school filled with most of the same people, it's highschool, it's new, and I get to start fresh.

     So, I'm not too worried. And whatever worry I'm feeling, I'll just have to learn to shake it off. There's so little time left before I get to hit my reset button before I start again....

      I can't seem to shake it off. I just can't. But oh well, I can just try to ignore it. I'm at the front of the school anyways. I'll be alright. I know I can make it. No need to stress out on the first day.