On my first day, I fell in love with it. I fell in love with the 10 minute break, in between second and third period, I fell in love with all the hustle and bustle throughout the whole school in the morning. I fell in love with the fresh-plopped-on-a-pan-straight-out-of-the-package-and-stuck-in-the-oven-cookies, I fell in love with the orange peels strewn across the cafeteria. I fell in love with all of it, and I feel really satisfied inside, because I know that if I didn't feel this way about high school, I would need to push myself to do my homework and find some way to just keep going. But I am already doing that, I am motivated. I am motivated to become more intelligent, become more creative, and be eligible to get in to a top notch college by the time it's my senior year.
When, I came to high school I expected all my teachers to be boring, and loud and so uninteresting that I would fall asleep in every class (by the way, may I just point out that I have only ever fallen asleep once in my Spanish class,) and I expected my teachers to stand at the front of the class and take roll with an almost hypnotizing expression and their eyelids slowly falling. I expected high school to be like Farris Bueller's Day Off. I expected there to be so much homework, I stayed up all night every night trying to finish it. I kept picturing my teachers yelling "pop quiz" every other day.
What I expect to get out of high school, is a really great education, to become a better singer, and be apt to sing in front of my peers, and to find myself, and figure out who I want to be for the rest of my life. That's a lot to accomplish in just 4 short years. But I'm not worried because I know I can do it. And I know that these 4 years of high school, will end up feeling like 40.
