A few days ago, I was listening to the radio and One Direction’s new song “Steal My Girl” came on for the first time ever. I started freaking out and yelling so much that my mom pulled the car over and made me walk the rest of the way to school!
It was the first day of high school- everything was going great. I had gone to homeroom and had gotten a copy of my schedule, which I had actually already memorized. So after homeroom, I went to first period, English honors. I walk in the door and sit down in a random seat- not bothering to read the board. Then I look at the board and realize I’m in the wrong seat. And the girl whose seat I was in was standing right in front of me. I moved with my cheeks tinted pink with slight embarrassment. THAT’S NOT THE WORST. I sat down in my actual seat, noticing that I didn’t see anyone that I recognized- or for that matter- looked like freshman. The teacher comes in and claps her hands with excitement. “Seniors!” She exclaims. I was in a class, with all seniors. I was panicking now. I timidly raise my hand and announce in front of the whole class my embarrassing story. Turns out, the schedule I had gotten in homeroom was my NEW schedule that they had made adjustments too.