H-ello my fellow friends and bloggers!
Today was my first day back at school after a beautiful six week break. Didn't really know what to expect, to be honest! A whole new year, a whole new batch of Year 7's starting school (eek they're so small!!) and many new experiences to be had. And after spending a full day with my crush (and little brother, who sort of broke the ice) I was feeling pretty confident.
As I determindley marched past the puny little Year 7's and the incredibly tall Year 12's a million thoughts were rushing through my head.
Will I be in the same class as my friends? My crush? Will my teachers be good? Will there be any new kids?
My head was definitelty whirling as I met up with my friends from last year and we headed towards the locker bay.
The day progressed slowly but surely. Each class different in many ways- different teachers, subjects, and class mates...
In class we were told the facts, at lunch I faced reality with some of my so-called friends from last year completely snobbing me (no idea why,) and people watching how everybody was handling coming back to school with two of my friends.
Classes past....some slowler than others, more homework and information was loaded onto us in each...which I'm pretty sure left all of us feeling pretty overwhelmed and tired.
I mean, we've just had six weeks of relaxtion, sleeping in, no work....now we're being stuck in a place that is basically revolves around work for six hours!!!
Most things I am looking forward to this year...the formal, for example. One thing I am not looking forward to is swimming.
Let me tell you first before I start....I am not a sporty type of person. Sure, I have fun having a go at most things (and making a complete fool of myself whilst doing it) but I am pretty stable with all sports that include standing on solid ground.
Swimming just makes me uneasy for some reason! I suppose you don't have that security you do when on the ground, and you don't have always readily avaliable air...
I can swim, mind you, but I'm not very good at it! Swimming trials are on Tuesday for which group you are in (easy, medium or hard), and of course I am worried about making a complete fool of myself (belly whacker instead of a dive, anyone???) with my whole year watching (popular kids, friends, and crush included!!!)
Sitting down this afternoon with Mum on the couch, I flooded my whole day onto her. About my classes, my teachers, my friends, how I thought some guys were trying to catch my eye, the Year 7's being so small and........swimming.
Boy, let me tell you, it felt GOOD letting it all out. Mum is the perfect listener, and she is pretty used to me telling her all about my day.
After discussing it, we both decided that I should not let my worries ruin my weekend and I should remember it again the night before.
Besides, I've got dayyss until swimming, and it won't be that bad!!! (that's what I'm trying to tell myself, anyway....)
So after I finish writing this, I'm going to settle down for the night which includes getting lost in the magical world of Harry Potter (I know, I know I sound like a major geek but those books are awesome, they totally take your mind away from whatever's happening right now!!!) whilst snuggling under my sheets until my eyes gradually droop until I give up and let them shut.
Thanks for listening guys, it feels great to have written it all down.
Over and out,