First day
Dear Juniper,
Juniper, today was my/our first day of high school. Sorry, it's going to be a little confusing remembering that you are me too. I am absolutely positive that four years from now, when I am a senior, I will not remember anything about the details of my first day, other than that I survived intact. So, I’m writing this letter to you now. Well, also this is my first English assignment, and I should probably finish my first assignment.
People are repetitively asking me if I am ready/excited/scared for high school. Ready? Sure, of course I am. High school is a long time coming, and no matter how much the teachers are trying to scare the freshman, school is school. All I want to do is get in, get out, and learn something in the process. Excited? Well, loving school has always been an extremely odd trait of mine. Of course none of my friends are ever going to understand, but what can I do? Scared? Well, should I be? I am in all seriousness asking you, well, myself, because I could very well just be a naïve 13-year-old who needs to come to her senses. I think things will be absolutely fine this year, all I need to do is get into the groove and everything will work out.
My day started off with me waking up to my lovely mother screaming at me to wake up. Sure, she might have been yelling, or even loudly speaking, but what's the difference when it’s happening so early? I could hear my radio going off, and knew automatically that she was confusing this with my alarm. Rolling over, I could now see the non-flashing 6:14. Well, my alarm was set for 6:15. I realize that the 60 or so seconds of sleep that my mom was tearing away from me was not the most necessary, but my enlightenment was well past 6:14. Well, thankfully, this part the soap opera of my life was not the high light of my morning.
I was overly thankful when my sophomore friend Jackolyn took me to Wilkins' room in the morning. I would most likely joined the other freshman walking
Juniper, today was my/our first day of high school. Sorry, it's going to be a little confusing remembering that you are me too. I am absolutely positive that four years from now, when I am a senior, I will not remember anything about the details of my first day, other than that I survived intact. So, I’m writing this letter to you now. Well, also this is my first English assignment, and I should probably finish my first assignment.
People are repetitively asking me if I am ready/excited/scared for high school. Ready? Sure, of course I am. High school is a long time coming, and no matter how much the teachers are trying to scare the freshman, school is school. All I want to do is get in, get out, and learn something in the process. Excited? Well, loving school has always been an extremely odd trait of mine. Of course none of my friends are ever going to understand, but what can I do? Scared? Well, should I be? I am in all seriousness asking you, well, myself, because I could very well just be a naïve 13-year-old who needs to come to her senses. I think things will be absolutely fine this year, all I need to do is get into the groove and everything will work out.
My day started off with me waking up to my lovely mother screaming at me to wake up. Sure, she might have been yelling, or even loudly speaking, but what's the difference when it’s happening so early? I could hear my radio going off, and knew automatically that she was confusing this with my alarm. Rolling over, I could now see the non-flashing 6:14. Well, my alarm was set for 6:15. I realize that the 60 or so seconds of sleep that my mom was tearing away from me was not the most necessary, but my enlightenment was well past 6:14. Well, thankfully, this part the soap opera of my life was not the high light of my morning.
I was overly thankful when my sophomore friend Jackolyn took me to Wilkins' room in the morning. I would most likely joined the other freshman walking