First Day Of High School

Getting to school was very nerve-racking.  The drive seemed to be going on for miles when it's actually only 0.9 of a mile.  It didn't help with my dad constantly asking me, "Are you nervous?"  He asked this question almost ten times.  I responded each time with "yes, very nervous."  Once my dad dropped me off I knew I had no choice but to go to school.  I took slow, careful steps.  Passing through the blue steel doors was threatening, but I went along anyway.  The aroma of stiff air, from no one being in the building all summer, filled my nose.  Squeaking shoes, gossip about summer, lockers opening, and teachers welcoming students was heard all over the school.  While walking to my locker I thought to myself, "This is my new home-away-from-home, so now I need to make the best of it and work hard."
Finding my locker wasn't the difficult part; it was just the worries about opening it.  My locker opened with ease, which was a sign of a good start.  I stood at my locker not knowing what to do next; should I start off to class, or just stand there looking more and more like a freshman every second.  I decided to make my way to class, feeling like an ant on a busy side walk, dodging one person and trying not to run into another.
I arrived to Spanish early, but it didn't seem so early because most of the class was already there.  I found that there was a seating chart, which I found slightly difficult. I looked at it for a few seconds, trying to not look like an idiot.  So I went where I thought I was supposed to be and someone was already there.  I was puzzled so I said, "I think you're in my seat."  Of course I was wrong and I felt really stupid.  The teacher came in and helped me out.  Other people needed her help too, so I didn't feel too bad.  She had such a big smile on her face it was kind of shocking.  Everything we learned in that class I pretty much already knew, so I was happy.  I looked at the clock and saw that the class was almost over.  Knots immediately came into my stomach because I knew that I had to do this all over again in the next class.  I felt better when I realized that the next class was the one I was looking forward to all summer, Photography.
I speed-walked down the halls to my locker and changed out my Spanish supplies to my Photography ones.  The Photography room is down the same hall as my locker, so I didn't have to race back into the other hectic halls.  As I entered the room the chemicals smacked my face.  This was a familiar smell, and somewhat comforting to me.  It was a comforting scent because photography is a big hobby in my house, and the smell of our dark room at home smelled the same.  This class is what I wanted most of all.  I already knew most of what was going on.  I thought that this was the perfect class for me.  The teacher was very nice, and very smart about photography.
My first day was a pretty good day; yeah, it had its ups and downs, but I made it out alive.  That day I really understood the saying, "when life gives you lemons make lemonade".  Now my outlook on life is different, because I can’t think that everything is always going to go my way. When something doesn’t go my way I can’t throw a fit, I have to just make it work.