Beginning into adulthood.

I began my high school career at age 13 which is a year younger then most people because I am a December baby. I just made the Birthday cut of  for school so I was always the youngest and smallest in my class. I never knew any different so it never bothered me. But high school was different. The school was a lot further from home and a lot bigger. I had always been lucky enough in elementary school to live close enough to walk. But my high school was about a 35+ minute walk from home so I took the city bus instead. My first day was very intimidating. I had missed the day that they took the students on a tour of the school so all I had was my class schedule and a map of the school. I walked around the building 3 times before I decided which door I was going to go in. Even with the map I was very lost but I found my locker and my first class. First period was my elective class it was a metal working class. I arrived at the shop class and walked into take my seat when the teacher stopped me. “I think you’re in the wrong place” he said. I was momentarily confused before he continued “the junior high school is up the street”.  What a great start to the day that was. In that one moment I lost all confidence I had in making it through that day. Some how I managed to survive the rest of the day and even made it home with out getting lost. I am so glad those days are behind me.