To be one of those who fear it is to fear without shame. We all know it is scary, some just choose to shake it off as if it were just dust blowing in the wind. Sometimes shaking doesn't always help. When I took my first step as a lowly freshman on the Union Mine campus I thought I was war-torn enough to handle high school having just been the big dog 8th grader at Herbert Green. When I approached my focus class I knew I was afraid deep inside, but wasn't going to let anyone see it. Those sly upper-class men could smell the fear on me anyway. As I nervously approached my focus teacher I could feel her gaze tear right through me as she handed me my schedule.
Sifting through my new classmates, I sought my first class. As I entered the classroom and took a seat I anxiously awaited the inevitable torture to approach. As my teacher strode into class with that certain arrogance I knew I had reached the 7 circles of hell. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face as he started to delicately read us the syllabus. As he scanned my fellow classmates and I, I could feel his gaze pierce right through my outer defenses right into my soul. I thought the class would never end and I felt the painful time pass, when miraculously the bell rang. I shot out of my seat and flew for the door, lucky enough to be the first one out.
My eyes fluttered as I felt the cool breeze that was passing period. I strutted towards my next class as if I had just endured through WW2. When I encountered the door belonging to my 2nd class my heart raced. I opened the door and took the seat closest to it. This class whizzed by much faster, the time barely fazing me. The bell rang much more rapidly this time, catching me by surprise. I slowly climbed out of my seat this time and ended up being the last pupil to leave the room.
As I marched on a bright light began to shine upon me and I realized, It was lunch! I half sprinted, half galloped towards the school cafeteria in search of friend and foe alike, along with a good hearty meal.