I walked through the tall silver gate that was for sure six feet. My mom yelled bye as I looked back. I finally stopped and heard a tall bald man in a suit yell, all 6th graders go to the theater! The guy who yelled looked so formal, he was wearing a black suit. He was all fixed up, and then I looked like a mess. I went to the theater while all the teachers waved to the 7th and 8th graders.  I looked silly, goofy maybe. This didn’t feel real. It felt like a lamb being led to a slaughter. I finally got my schedule in the ENORMOUS theater. When I say it was ENORMOUS, I mean it's HUGE! It was bigger than my old 2 story house! I then forgot about the big theater and I looked at my schedule. 

Visual Arts… room 704. Zero period. I seeked everywhere for the 700’s hall but I gave it up. I asked this tall blondish ginger haired guy. I think his ID said Mulligan. “700’s hall? Oh, that's over here.” The man said while gesturing to follow him. I trailed after him and I finally reached my zero period. I was nervous, my guts were twisted in knots. I can't believe I made it to middle school, I thought to myself. But then I built up the courage to knock on the door. I ran to the nearest restroom I could find and I almost started crying. I ran into the stall and slammed the door closed. I was sick to my stomach. My eyes were red, my nose felt numb and I wanted to go back home. I came out of the stall wiping away my almost tears and started to wash my hands. I'm tired. I'm embarrassed. I looked weird. I then wiped off my face with water from the rusty old sinks. I walked back to the room and finally built up the courage to knock on the door. This old, bald teacher opened the door, “Hey, go ahead and sit wherever,” The teacher said while sticking his head out from the door, “It doesn’t really matter where you sit.” The old teacher opened the door wider for me to walk in. I practically looked so dumb by myself, shaking all nervous and queasy. All eyes on me while walking to the emptiest table. Suddenly the teacher started speaking in front of these tall touchable tv screens located in the front of the room. All the eyes were taken off of me and went to the teacher. “My name is Mr.Jones and this is your art history class. It may seem scary at first, BUT don’t worry. You all are welcome to ko!” I looked up from my lap about to burst into tears AGAIN because of all the awkwardness. But instead the bell rang…

    I heard the bell ring as I looked up at Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones reminded us that we have to go to our first period after this. I stumbled out of my hard warmed seat while everyone was in a rush to their next class. I finally made it outside. Everyone looked like they knew everybody while I was alone being pushed around in this small crowded hallway. I made it to the 300’s hall after looking at the map behind my schedule and after going through the hurricane of eighth graders. I looked left and right for room 306. I made my way squeezing around the small spaces. Room 306, I made it. I looked under the sign to see what the teacher's name was. Mr. Williams. My first period teacher's name was Mr. Williams. He first looked like a rude guy but I made my way down to a table.