Dear Nobody

Dear nobody,
Do you know what it's like to start high school? It's awkward yet comfy, loud at the same time quiet, busy but calm. So many emotions running, sprinting through your body. But when the day is over, and you look back, it feels like you haven't been nervous all day.
The day starts with Biology. It is not hard, but all the while,. not easy. The teacher is quite old but not ancient and is bursting at the seams with information on everything from sugar cane to amino acids. Then comes English with an extremely young, energetic, soft-spoken, kind teacher. Although the teacher's voice is soft, it makes you shut up, sit up, and listen. The information on Shakespeare's play and summer reading book gets pounded into you. The climax, rising action, falling action, the resolution,and the exposition. Last for the morning is gym. Laughter, talking, and hundreds of feet stomping as you walk through the jam-packed gym. The wood floor echoes under your feet but is swallowed up in the noise. Confusion fills the gym as you try to form the desired squads. Then, finally, the bell rings.
Finally, it's lunch time. Friends scramble to find each other, names are shouted down hallways and through stairwells. Lunches are dropped and recovered. Inside or out? What can you buy for 5 bucks? What about 1? Are there sandwiches in the cafeteria? How will you know where to sit if you buy lunch? AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Finally, the confusion subdues enough for everyone to hear the bell ring announcing the start of the afternoon.
History is your first class. The teacher is a man that looks like a past football player. He has broad shoulders and a booming voice yet he still wears a mike around his neck. He seems to want to fail some and has no tolerance for misbehavior or talking. You feel like you are in military school. The bell rings and every body's heart goes back to normal as they pass out the door. Latin is the second to last class before your day is over. The teacher is another woman. She is also young but not as young as your English teacher. She seems nice and a lot nicer than your history teacher. The person next to you is extremely friendly and the two of you soon become friends. That class is over and you are headed to the last for the day!!!! It is math. The teacher is a kind man who doesn't yell and has a smile for everyone. Not only does he not play favorites, but he is easy going and fun to talk to. When the final bell rings at 2:35pm, silent cheers shoot through your head. The first day of high school is over!! Now only 100 some left! :)