Chris’ Essay
As I turned, stated my final good byes, and watched the departure of my ride, I felt an eerie chill run down my spine, not so much of fear, but also of excitement. I inhaled a deep breath, trying to rid my brain of the prodding bombardments of this fearful nature. I entered a room filled with the load clamor of old friends reunited and retelling the summer’s events. Even though some faces were familiar, I was a wandering sheep who came upon a distant flock. Yet this sheep was accepted by some, others respect, he had to earn. It wasn’t easy, at first, I just sat in a lonely corner, waiting for the warning bell to ring, praying this day would pass without any conflict.
After 1st hour’s seating arrangements were made, I presented myself to my neighbors, trying to make friends. From some I was given the (I’m saying hi because I don’t want to be rude) reply, and others the ignoration of a “cold-shoulder.” But later I was reunited with those familiar faces and introduced to future friends.
That day, turned out to be not as bad as I had feared, but I probably wouldn’t be where I am now if it wasn’t for those first accepting sheep.
