My First Day of Seventh Grade

I felt excited, curious, and nervous all at the same time. I was excited because I would be skipping two nervous. First of all, I didn't even know what area the class would be because the eighth graders were in another hallway. I went down to the main office for direction during lunch. The eighth graders were also much taller and older than me. I was curious because I didn't know how high school students were taught. However, I was most anxious at the thought that I would be doing high school material. It was be very hard. I didn't know if I wanted or didn't want to go. Some of my friend told me I was lucky because I got to skip two grades in math and have a chance to make new friends. Other friends informed me that I was unlucky because I wouldn't know anyone in that class.

I had just walked into the class when the late bell rang. This was not a good start. At least the guy in front of me looked pretty friendly. Luckily, since it was the first day of school, my teacher talked for about half the period and we just had the rest of the period to start the class. I was confused at first at what he was saying, but when I saw the problems on the paper, I knew exactly what to do.

The next day, the kid said hi and I said hi back. We got into a conversation about how hard the midterm and the final for Algebra 1 would be. It seemed that whenever I was talking to my friend, everyone stopped staring at me. Then the class started. It was

actually pretty easy. I was still uncomfortable because it seemed whenever I wasn't talking with my friend, everyone started staring at me. I felt like screaming out, "Why are you staring at me?!" I couldn't look around without making eye contact, so I just kept my eyes on the whiteboard and on my text book. I told my seventh grade friends about it and they just told me that they would only stare at me on the first day and to talk with my friend more if they did keep staring.

However, my friend didn't show up the next day, and the eighth graders just kept on staring at me. I was also downcast because I had no one to talk to. I didn't know why the eighth graders kept on staring at me. I must have been that I was in seventh grader, or that I was the second shortest kid there. The next day, my friend was still absent so it was pretty much like the day before.

The next day everything changed. My friend was back in school. I had gotten 100's on my first sheets of homework. Everyone started at me a lot less. Some of the eighth graders started to be a little friendlier towards me. I felt less pressured and more confident in this class. My teacher also seemed pretty nice. I thought I might even like this class.