My first day of 7th grade was the stuff of graphic novel nightmares. New to middle school and the public school system as a whole, I strutted down the locker-lined hallways decked out in the stuff of neon tweenage dreams. Determined to make everyone notice, I took it slow and smiled. People stopped and whispered. Who’s that girl? Is she new? Do you know her? Just when it seemed like I nailed my public school debut, a classroom door flung open — and nailed my face. BOOM. Blood. Confusion. Concussion? I wanted to cry. I wanted my mommy. But more than any want, I needed first-aid. Welcome to middle school.
As alone and awkward as I felt that day, first day of school horror stories happen to the best of us. Take a cringe.