They say high school is about finding yourself. So far, I'm still
searching. I've been through one hellish year of high school and I'm about
to embark on yet another. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Lizzie
McGuire.
Now as I said before high school wasn't exactly enjoyable for me. For example, remember the way Kate acted in Junior High? Now multiply that.....by 100. And add in about 20 of her new upper-class friends. Fun, right? Come on, lets rewind and I'll show you what I mean.
bFreshman Year: First day of Schoolb
On the first day of high school I was ecstatic. Really. I woke up at
about five in the morning to get ready.
After showering and blow-drying my hair I got dressed in a flowing black shirt with a diamond design, and dark blue jeans. I curled my hair into perfect ringlets and slipped a black headband on.
Once I got out of the bathroom I took one look in my full-length mirror, decided I looked like I belonged in fifth grade and turned right back around to the bathroom.
This time I put on a blue scoop neck short sleeve shirt and a jean skirt. I straightened my hair and then re-curled it so it fell in waves. I pulled my hair into a half ponytail and slipped on blue sandals. For jewelry I had a silver necklace and matching bracelet. A delicate anklet went around my ankle.
Ridiculous, right? Looking back now I can't believe I put that much time and effort just to get ready for school.
Anyway, all of that getting ready took three hours. Great, now I had twenty minutes to get to school.
Luckily, my mom was ready to drive me to school. On the downside the entire way there she talked with tears in her eyes how here little Lizzie was growing up.
Frankly, I was happy when we reached Hillridge High.
I stepped out of the car, ignoring my mothers request for a kiss good- bye, and set off across the sloping green grass in front of the school.
When I reached the office I spotted a sign pointing freshman in the direction of the student center, better known as the cafeteria. I walked in that direction looking for a friendly face to talk to.
Friends. Miranda and Gordo, are fabulous friends. Honestly. I couldn't ask for two better best friends, but sometimes it seems like we never branch out. Whenever we go somewhere it's just Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo. Never anyone else. The result of this is I have two great best friends, but barely any other friends.
I stepped inside the student center and saw long lines. I joined the 'I-P' line and looked in the surrounding lines for Miranda and Gordo. I saw neither of them. Three middle schools feed into Hillridge High School. That meant triple the students in the freshman class. I barely saw anyone I recognized from Junior High.
Finally I reached the front of the line. I stepped up to the table.
"Hi!" I cheerfully greeted the dumpy looking woman behind the table.
"Name." She said dully, not even looking up.
"Lizzie McGuire. I mean Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Lizzie." I replied.
The woman glanced at me as though I was an idiot. "McGuire. Here is your map of the school, locker combination and schedule. Welcome to Hillridge High School." She said in a monotone.
I started to open the envelope containing those items when a tall guy came up behind me and roughly pushed me out of the way.
"Watch it." He suggested, and turned toward the woman. "Kevin Jasons." He said to the woman.
I stared at him, open-mouthed, appalled at his rudeness. Finally I turned away. 'Welcome to high school.' I thought to myself.
Now as I said before high school wasn't exactly enjoyable for me. For example, remember the way Kate acted in Junior High? Now multiply that.....by 100. And add in about 20 of her new upper-class friends. Fun, right? Come on, lets rewind and I'll show you what I mean.
bFreshman Year: First day of Schoolb
On the first day of high school I was ecstatic. Really. I woke up at
about five in the morning to get ready.
After showering and blow-drying my hair I got dressed in a flowing black shirt with a diamond design, and dark blue jeans. I curled my hair into perfect ringlets and slipped a black headband on.
Once I got out of the bathroom I took one look in my full-length mirror, decided I looked like I belonged in fifth grade and turned right back around to the bathroom.
This time I put on a blue scoop neck short sleeve shirt and a jean skirt. I straightened my hair and then re-curled it so it fell in waves. I pulled my hair into a half ponytail and slipped on blue sandals. For jewelry I had a silver necklace and matching bracelet. A delicate anklet went around my ankle.
Ridiculous, right? Looking back now I can't believe I put that much time and effort just to get ready for school.
Anyway, all of that getting ready took three hours. Great, now I had twenty minutes to get to school.
Luckily, my mom was ready to drive me to school. On the downside the entire way there she talked with tears in her eyes how here little Lizzie was growing up.
Frankly, I was happy when we reached Hillridge High.
I stepped out of the car, ignoring my mothers request for a kiss good- bye, and set off across the sloping green grass in front of the school.
When I reached the office I spotted a sign pointing freshman in the direction of the student center, better known as the cafeteria. I walked in that direction looking for a friendly face to talk to.
Friends. Miranda and Gordo, are fabulous friends. Honestly. I couldn't ask for two better best friends, but sometimes it seems like we never branch out. Whenever we go somewhere it's just Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo. Never anyone else. The result of this is I have two great best friends, but barely any other friends.
I stepped inside the student center and saw long lines. I joined the 'I-P' line and looked in the surrounding lines for Miranda and Gordo. I saw neither of them. Three middle schools feed into Hillridge High School. That meant triple the students in the freshman class. I barely saw anyone I recognized from Junior High.
Finally I reached the front of the line. I stepped up to the table.
"Hi!" I cheerfully greeted the dumpy looking woman behind the table.
"Name." She said dully, not even looking up.
"Lizzie McGuire. I mean Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Lizzie." I replied.
The woman glanced at me as though I was an idiot. "McGuire. Here is your map of the school, locker combination and schedule. Welcome to Hillridge High School." She said in a monotone.
I started to open the envelope containing those items when a tall guy came up behind me and roughly pushed me out of the way.
"Watch it." He suggested, and turned toward the woman. "Kevin Jasons." He said to the woman.
I stared at him, open-mouthed, appalled at his rudeness. Finally I turned away. 'Welcome to high school.' I thought to myself.