And so it begins...

Freshman year started on August 7, 2009. The most important day of my life? Probably not. The most important day at the time? Definately. Of course, I was too scared to show up to the big (not really) bad (actually, it was quite nice) high school alone, so my mother drove me and my good friend Sarah. Horrible disasterous moment #1: We didn't know where to get out and drove way to far up.
So I go to my best friend's mom's classroom, and me and Sarah are just kinda chilling until the bell rings to go to homeroom (Thank God that Sarah and I had the same homeroom). I see one of my other good friends Julia walk by, so I call out her name so she'll come in. Awkward moment #1: She was walking with her neighbor, the guy that I almost went out in 8th grade. He walks in and we can't even look at eachother. At least we got that over with quick.
So it turns out that my schedule wasn't that bad: I actually made a few friends pretty quick. I have 3rd lunch, which is pretty awesome when you have PE right before it. I mean, who wouldn't love having only 2 class periods left in the day?!
If you ask me, I'd say that my first day went pretty well.