I survived!

I survived the first day of my Senior Year... It went by pretty fast!

I woke up this morning feeling nervous and anxious, but I knew I would be fine. So, I got up and ate breakfast, did my hair and makeup, and got dressed in my first day outfit.

We went a picked up Paula, and then headed to the school. During the short ride, I maintained my composure, and looked calm and collected, but all the while butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

Ashley pulled into the parking lot, and we got out of the car. The moment I stepped foot on campus, it felt right, it felt familiar, and it felt so good to be back. My anxiety faded away and I was in my element.

We opened the doors to a swarm of people and I recognized a few familiar faces amidst the crowd. I did my obligatory salutations, exchanged cordial greetings and gave a few hugs. I smiled and realized that I missed people over the summer. I missed talking to people and making them laugh. I missed being me... At least the me I become when I'm at school.

I notice a change in myself in different social situations. If I'm comfortable, I become a very chatty, somewhat of a social butterfly. I take on different roles when I go to different places. At school, I'm the person who loves to talk and make people laugh. I love that part of me. I love being that person.

I found and gathered friends with the same first period as mine, and together we tried with no avail to find our classroom. We asked a multitude of teachers, staff and administrators, but no one seemed to know where Mr. Randy Richards was located. After my entourage and I located my first period (with some assistance), the rest of the day went fairly smoothly. Seeing as today was the first day, we attended all eight of our classes and then went to advisory (homeroom). During my classes nothing went wrong, and I felt happy, calm, and relaxed.  Upon that realization, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief and thought to myself "I can do this, no problem". A smile spread upon my face and I carried it with me confidently for the rest of the day.

To draw the day to a close, the entire student body attended an assembly. We arrived to our seats in the auditorium and I anxiously sat, eagerly awaiting for it to begin. I then realized where I was sitting. The Senior Section. I felt a rush to be sitting there. The Senior Section. (If you hadn't noticed, I'm still adjusting to the fact that I'm a senior). The house lights went down and I cleared my mind.  The SBO's ran the length of the newly renovated auditorium, and hopped up to center stage. As per Ogden High tradition, they, in unison, screamed into the microphone

"WILL THIS ASSEMBLY PLEASE COME TO ORDER?!?"

I bolted to my feet and cheered as loudly as I could, a sense of pride welling up in my chest. In that moment, I lost sensation in my body, allowing myself to soak up the moment in entirety. 

The assembly went on, and at every opportunity I had, I participated. During Ice Cream and Cake and Ogden Will Shine, I sang and danced wholeheartedly. As a Sophomore and even a Junior, I didn't feel the pride and love for my school that I felt today. I don't know what made today any different, and I don't know what changed inside of me, but I like it. I love being an Ogden High Tiger, and I'm now, very proudly, a member of the Senior Class.

Here's to the Class of 2012! Hail to the seniors, the mighty mighty seniors!!!