Beginning a New Year

The beginning of school was freakishly disorienting. There were more kids than I had ever seen in one place, although I couldn’t see more than ten at a time over the wall of heads either equal or above my own. That made it even harder to know where I was, but I quickly learned to hop up on my tippy-toes and squint for the big blue and white signs with the alphabet on them. I didn’t take long for that to become unnecessary to find my way, though now I find myself hopping and squinting to locate my bestest friends.

Most of the time I am really tired. I get at least seven hours of sleep a day –the recommended number by ever famous Dr. Oz - but it doesn’t feel like enough when I roll out of bed and crawl into the shower. From the looks on people’s faces and the yawns that fill the silences, I am willing to bet I’m not the only one that feels this way about waking up for high school. Adults just don’t seem to understand that we learn better later in the day and that five am alarms do not mix with midnight schedules for our favorite shows.

So far my classes have been relatively “chill”, which is so much more fun than the eagle eye of a teacher with a snarling nose in your face when someone whispers. It makes the day go by faster to hear playful banter, and some of the teachers are even into it.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that its pretty cool to be here. The best way I can describe it is with one of my favorite friends favorite phrases. When asked how he is, he almost always responds with “I am.” And that’s what it’s like for me here. I’m not bored or taking notes or struggling with a stupid test that I didn’t even care about anyway. I just am.