1st day of school

"Tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it yet." ~ L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Today was hot and muggy, and only one classroom had a fan. Our stupid air-conditioning-less school. I could barely bear wearing my cable-knit cardigan, and my hair was sticking up in all places from humidity, even though I blow-dried it just yesterday.

It's strange, this new school year. Eighth grade. I remember being in sixth grade, walking through the door and seeing all the older kids, big kids who knew what they were doing. I guess I'm one of them now, at least to the sixth-graders. 

Sometimes I wish I was one of the new kids. I've changed a lot since sixth grade, and I want to have a blank slate. Just start over. I have friends; people like me, but I've made my share of mistakes, and I want them gone. The air cleared.

I'm still not sure how the year will play out--the new friends I'll make, the old friends I'll get closer to. But because I know myself, I know there will be lows and highs. I have ten months stretching ahead of me like unfurled ribbon, and I don't know what'll happen, but I know it won't be perfect.

I'll figure it out.

I have for the past two years, after all.

Posted in response to the challenge Beginnings.

star

NH

15 years old

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