Excited as I was to be going to high school, I was nervous to be in a new environment. Having to find my place, make new friends, and get acquainted with my teachers all over again were tasks that I just wasn't ready to deal with. In middle school I had trouble fitting in so I was skeptical that high school was going to be any different. My mother encouraged me to find activities that enabled me to branch out; find myself, but I was afraid to open up in front of strangers. "You are bound to find something you are interested in," she reassured me. Incredulously, I shrugged and went to get ready for the beginning of a new beginning: freshman orientation.
School hadn't even started yet and individuals were stepping on to the scene as if they were on a red carpet of the Grammys. Panache was everywhere; Polo, Nautica, and True Religion were all in my line of vision. I was ashamed to be adorned with my second hand garments, but I did not let the inadequacy show on my face. My mind quickly shifted from my clothes as I strolled into freshman orientation and saw an array of people, some that I knew; most that I didn't, interacting. The atmosphere was inviting and warm; everyone was different but yet that didn't matter. We were all one in the same and we had come for a common purpose: To further our education meet new people, and to broaden our horizons.
As I traveled from station to station during freshman orientation, I became more acquainted with the school, teachers, and students. The school had provided a one-stop shop for students and our parents. We could take pictures for our identification cards, buy paraphernalia and spirit gear, and join clubs all in the same time frame and location. I noticed that convenience was key during this freshman orientation, for everything that we would encounter in the duration of our first year was there, just waiting to get introduced like an act waiting backstage for its introduction.