by Hope Gee
“High School is going to hit me like a truck” is a phrase I constantly repeated to myself in all of the years leading up to that first day of school. I feared for what may come in the next step to college. With all of the different high school movies showing different experiences I didn’t know exactly what to expect, other than I knew it was either going to be the best or the worst years of my life. Not wanting to risk it, I expected the worst.
The summer after eighth grade, the same old boring question was all anyone would ask: “Are you excited for High School?” The amount of times I’ve heard those exact words is insane. Each time I never really answered though, trying to dodge the subject entirely. I was scared out of my mind. Everyone around me was looking forward to the freedom and being able to have their phones out. Not focusing on work and grades, just the next exciting step in growing up. Having an older brother, I witnessed the amounts of stress and loss of sleep he had firsthand. Not to mention all the time and effort put into out of school activities. It seemed like such a big leap from middle school, and I didn’t know if I was going to be prepared for it.
Transitioning to a new school can be tough. The constant fear of getting lost or judged by upperclassmen flooded my mind, not to mention how crowded the halls seem compared to Cole. It was very overwhelming, and me being the over-thinker I am, it was VERY stressful. But as the final days of summer were coming to an end, becoming a high schooler was fading into reality. The school that I once went to for tournaments and concerts, roaming the halls not knowing where to turn, was about to become my second home.
This was it. The first day of school. The day I have been dreading almost my whole life. I arrived extra early and found my way to advisory. I realized everyone was in the same boat as me, and so far, it wasn’t too bad. We studied our schedules, the map, and the room numbers, so everyone was pretty much prepared for the days ahead of us. As advisory went on, I progressively started to feel better about the whole situation. I knew where I was going, so there was a low chance of getting lost, and nobody had made fun of me yet. I quickly learned that upperclassmen do not really care what anyone does. Of course there was the exception of a few, but they were in the same position as us just a few years prior.
The day went by quick, with it being shortened and us not having to do any work in class, so any stress that I had would soon be over. All teachers were incredibly friendly and helpful; it was quite welcoming. Finding friends in class and meeting new people made the first day of school actually pretty fun. When I got home that day, all my fears and worries slowly drifted away.
At this point in the year, almost a quarter in, I can safely say that everything is just fine. It only took everyone a few days to adjust and we got into a regular schedule pretty quickly. The workload is obviously a lot more compared to middle school, but it’s easy to get into the habit of. In eighth grade, the thought of writing just about four essays a year made my stomach hurt. If you would have told me we were going to be writing about eight a quarter, I would’ve thrown up on your shoes. At the time it was way out of proportions, but again we all adjusted to it and now it doesn’t seem that bad. Yes, I have lost sleep and yes, I have been stressed, but I expected it. I’m used to staying up all night for a project, but now it’s more frequent. The hardest thing for me to get used to is the fact that you can’t really procrastinate, or else you will be stuck writing an article on the due date at 2 am.
So rather than hitting me like a truck, high school came to a rolling stop and allowed me enough time and space to hop in for a ride. Although my seatbelt will get stuck a couple of times, in the end, we will make it to our destination.