Not quite a new beginning, but most certainly a new chapter, I turn the page to reveal yet another set of adventures, waiting to be discovered. There is drama, fights, romance, friendship and so much more in store. It seems, however, that the more I learn about myself, the less I seem to know.
Starting high school has been like taking one step forward and two steps back. I've found an entirely new world. The bell rings, and I drift out into the hallway. In seconds, it's flooded with people. The noise alone is overwhelming. Set to the beat of footsteps and an occasional drum beat (compliments of a student never found without drums around his neck), noises pervade the air. The temporary freedom between classes breathes life into the students, and suddenly, there is action, vigor, chaos. Gossip swirls, and the air is colored by different voices, different languages even. Lovers find one another, as though their connection is magnetic, hand in hand. We can quickly spot stereotypes and cliques. And that always leads me to ask... where do I fit?
Surely I'm not a jock, not one of the soccer players parading through the hallways on game days, proudly twisting this way and that to show off their jerseys, big white numbers clearly labeling them. They know who they are. Artist, Actress, Nerd, Prep, Popular, Druggie, none of them fit either. As a freshman, I shouldn't be so quick to label myself, but doesn't everyone get tired of just being invisible?
