I will survive
|By Anabelle Craig - Contributing writer | September 14, 2017|
At first I was afraid,
I was petrified
Kept thinkin’ I could never live without you by my side
Then I spent so many nights Just thinking how you did me wrong
And I grew strong And I learned how to get along … at high school.
That’s right folks; I, Anabelle Craig, the homeschooled kid from Tory Hill, has started high school.
Now, I know you’re probably freaking out and worrying but it’s ok. I made it through the first week.
These past few days have been a whirlwind of new experiences and homework. Oh, so much homework.
I have rode the bus for the first time, eaten alone, made a friend or two and, so far, so good.
I have also learned there are so many rules. This, of course, is good for keeping more than 475 hormonal teenagers in one building on task.
Yet, I come from a “school” with one kid and where I could literally eat whenever I wanted. So, as you can image, I have learned that high school is more than just algebra and gym class.
The unspoken rules.
Bathroom. I am still unsure of whether you ask or wait or just leave. But only time and a full bladder will tell.
And when do you sharpen that dull pencil? The archaic sharpeners will eat your pencil, spontaneously fall apart in your hands and disrupt the whole class, but do you ask to use it or just leave your seat and take the chance.
And then, there’s the thing with your locker. I have figured out that lockers are tiny spaces with tiny doors and I have a backpack that barely fits in. So, I was relieved to find out that you can get locker organizers to keep your mess under control or at least for week one.
Bus etiquette. Get on and off as quickly as possible. No shoving or making a ruckus. Potty mouths be damned. If you are so brave as to lug hockey equipment or say a large instrument, such as a cello on-board, please keep the aisle clear. And, if you happen to be the poor unfortunate souls, stuck behind one of these oversized bags, or a kid with a broken foot, patience is a virtue. Remember to thank your bus driver. And, fellow drivers, you behave. This oversized, big, yellow school bus is carrying precious cargo.
And obviously but still worth stating: Don’t be a jerk. No bullying. No bringing knives to school. Firearms are not permitted. No wrongful appropriation and/or stealing and publication of another author’s “language, thoughts, ideas, or expressions” and the representation of them as one’s own original work. Or plagiarism as I so clearly defined.
And the last rule, which I have decided is the best rule of all, be yourself. Hold your head high and remember the words of Gloria Gaynor. You will survive.
I will survive Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I’ll stay alive I’ve got all my life to live And I’ve got all my love to give and I’ll survive I will survive