Just An Update

My apologies to everyone.

My chat box was flooded with messages I haven't checked in a while, and I'm so sorry for the two week absence. School is really tough for me this year, especially with me starting high school and all.

So, wanna hear about my first day? Even if you don't, here's my story anyway!

I walked into class, with my hair straightened and makeup done. I finally got my schedule, and looked forever to find my homeroom. I asked all my friends if they were in my homeroom, but they all shook their heads no.

Dismayed, I finally asked my BFF what homeroom she was in, and was saddened to realize it was on a completely different floor. But then, when she saw what homeroom I was in, she quickly told me, "Oh, Cathy's in your homeroom, too, I think!" Well, what a relief. Cathy and me were good friends, and she was one of the few that didn't hate me at this point.

My armpits were getting a bit sweaty, despite my overload of antiperspirant/deodorant. Ugh, and all over my new oxford (hey, it was cute!). I took a seat at the same table a lot of my friends from middle school were in. None of these people I would consider close friends that go to each other's houses, but close enough to easily talk to every now and then. Thank god!

Everyone was all smile-y, yet you could clearly see that almost all of the kids in the classroom were nervous behind those smiles. And, I knew, that I was probably the most shaky of them all. I have awful navigation, I still get lost finding my classes...

I made my way through all my classes, though, and lived to tell the tale. It was obvious the upperclassman made sure we knew we were not welcome, but besides that they were all nice. (And every sophmore I asked gave me correct directions).

My biggest high/middle school tip? When in doubt, go to the main office. They can just print you a new schedule, tell you where to be, and give you directions. The people there are usually pretty nice. But, the people in the guidance office's are even nicer if you ask me! :)

I hope you all had fabulous first days, and I'd love to hear about them (so leave me a comment!). Was yours awful or great? And what grade are you beginning?

Nervous about the first day: my dream last night.

Ever since the end of the year I've been telling everyone that I'm not at all nervous about next year. I mean, my first year of high school is going to be great. Obviously! I actually believed that too. But last night, the dream I had made me think differently.

In my dream, I was lost in the school and I couldn't find my next class, which was Fashion and Design (a class I didn't even sign up for in real life). Another part of my dream consisted of the principal announcing there were too many ninth graders and some people would have to go back to elementary school as a fifth grader! And I was one of those people. 

I found myself back with my old fifth grade teacher, and a bunch of random unlucky students. Then after first period, we were allowed back to the high school, which was good. The only bad part was, the other kids in the high school didn't view us as ninth graders, but rather, fifth graders. Not only that, but I was scared to look down and realize my shirt was in my hand and I was only wearing a bra. I ran to a bathroom and put on my shirt, looked around, and saw a boy in there. I told him, "This is the girls bathroom." He just looked at me and said "I know," and gave me a creepy smile. I bolted out of there.. It was terrible!

I woke up with this sudden realization: I was scared of going into high school, but I didn't know it deep down. My dream confirmed my fears... I am scared of the typical things a teenager is scared of. Getting lost, fitting in, wearing the right clothes... etc. I hope September wont be as bad as that. Only 48 days until I find out.

The last report card of the year is always the worst

Sorry it's been about five days since I've posted. I'm still happy in the Cape, and I think I've tanned quite a bit. When I get back to school in September all the bitchy girls who try to tan (but totally can't) stare with jealousy at my hard-worked-on legs. Sweet.

Anyways, I'm sure some of you might be getting report cards soon, I believe? Well I just got mine, and I'm proud to say I only got one C, and it was a C+ even. Ha-ha, not actually something to be proud of, though. Don't worry, I'll do better next year in high school. Promise. How'd you guys do? Hope you guys did better than me, because I truly am a fail when it comes to academics. I'm trying to lose my ditzy status which I've acquired over the years. It's really quite sad.

So that's why I went on About.com. I just love that website. It helps with even the stupidest things, like questions about whether I feed my cat too much. I tried to find some sort of article that gave advice on how to do better in school, and I found it right here! (You can just click on the link and you'll be redirected to About.com, which for the record, I do not own in any way. I don't think they let stupid people run the webbie anyways). So if you want to do well in school, and want to get rid of being a school-fail like me, and even please your parents, then take a gander at that article. It actually gave good tips unlike other cheesy websites.

Ta ta for now my readers. Make a vow to do your best next school year. :)

SOMETHING FUN TO DO OVER THE SUMMER:

It's funny, because I was thinking about this the other day – make a blog. But not just any specific blog (like mine, which focuses on having a good time in school). Make a personal blog. I know that what I'm using, Blogger.com, offers an option where you can make a personal blog that no one else can access... like a diary! I just made one the other day, and it's amazing. I have an issue that a lot of you may have, too. Don't people always end up finding your personal handwritten journal? I can't tell you how many times my little sister or my mom or dad (and even my cat...) found my personal diary. It's annoying as hell because I can never find a place to hide it without someone eventually stumbling upon it and resulting in me crying myself to sleep for the next three months. I'm not even kidding. Have fun blogging.