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The beeping of my alarm clock sounded like a countdown. The first day of high school was only two hours away. I was excited, but a lot more nervous. I got out of bed, got ready, and then was on my way to the bus stop. All I could think of are the stories I heard about CIS being so horrible with all the strict teachers, the really hard tests, and of course being new doesn’t help either. Everyone feels very anxious and at the same time nervous about their first day of school. The ride to the school was only twenty minutes, but it seemed a lot longer. When we finally got there, I was more nervous than ever.
Right when I got out of the car, I had no clue where to go. I saw a couple of students who looked my age and I followed them to the assembly. There were around two thousand students who were studying in the school and there were over one hundred staff members in the school. My class schedule was hard for me to understand. I could not find my classes on time. Also, I couldn’t ask other students for directions because I did not know whether they were in my classes. My first class was Biology, and I was already late for the class. Fortunately, I saw a security guard walking around in the hallway, who helped me to find my class. That day for me was about to get a lot more complicated with locker trouble, and getting lost.
I felt lonely because there was not anyone with whom I could talk. There were too many students walking around the school
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