My First Day Of Isp
It was a day with a light rain drizzling, the sky was a soft shade of grey and there was a slight breeze in the air. I was really anxious because even though I have switched schools many times, it was always difficult, and it was even more difficult because it was the first day of 7th grade. The one that is in between of middle school; also when kids become salty. It was just a whole new adventure for me. I also had to wear a new school uniform: a blue shirt and a checkered navy blue skirt. I was branching out in many different things. But I was also delighted at the same time. I stepped out of my hotel room 3902 as my mom said, “You’ll be okay”. I forced up a weak smile because I did not want to make my parents worried.
When my yellow bus came to pick me up in front of my hotel lobby, my dad patted my back as I stepped up the stairs of my bus. As soon as I said bye to my parents, the monitora (who seemed a bit angry at something) shoved the bus’s door which made a whoosh noise as it closed. I sat down next to this blonde haired little girl as I slowly looked at the kids in the bus.
My heart was in my throat, pounding fast, and I couldn’t sit still. I was that nervous until the monitora who looked angry talked to me nicely. When I arrived at ISP, I had no idea where to go, all I could see was groups of friends laughing and talking to each other. I felt very small, as if I was an alien who had just landed on Planet Earth from Andromeda. I started looking for PAC because then I realized that there was where I was supposed to go. When I arrived at PAC, it was so crowded that I couldn’t even stay there longer, and that’s when I came out to look for my advisory. I somehow met my advisor, Ms. Jethani, who seemed a bit strict but sweet.
When I sat down in chair in my advisory room, I felt like I had just been arrested for murder because everyone was looking at me without saying a word and it made me uncomfortable. I thought to myself, and screamed at the top of my lungs, ‘I hate this school, I am moving back to Argentina with my mom!’ But then I realized that I should try to talk to them because I knew that I love meeting new people. What I did was to give a shot and said hi to these two girls who I later figured out that was Sophia and Clara. They both said hi back to me with a smile. After 30 minute of advisory that felt like 3 hours, I tried to find my next class, which was math.
As I walked forward with the white scrunched up paper that told me my schedule when the most important thing happened to me. I accidentally bumped on a girl because all my attention was on my paper. I said sorry to her, because it was my fault, obviously. She said that it was totally fine as she asks, “Are you also new to this school? ” I pretended to act normal, but inside, my heart was pounding fast because I was happy that somebody talked to me. Then I found her waiting for my answer so I said, “Yes, I am new here and am trying to find math class because that’s what I have right now. ” She looked extremely delighted and shouted, “
Are you serious? I have math too!” I then realized that I didn’t even ask her name.
I asked her, “What’s your name anyway? ”, “I haven’t asked you yet. ”
She answered me with a smile with blue braces, “I’m Isabella and I’m from Florida. ”I loved how curly hair her brown hair was, even though she said that she hated her curly hair. Me and Isabella starting talking more that time and the days, weeks, and months after I could totally admit that she made my first day of ISP much better, not even the first day; my one year in ISP.
