First Days of Perception

The first day of my freshman year of high school, I almost vomited because I’d heard about Freshmen Kill Day and was certain I’d come home with boogers in my hair.

The first day of my senior year, I drove my smokin’ hot Plymouth Reliant station wagon to school in 4 minutes flat, bestie riding shotgun, and Richard Marx killing it on the radio. I was ready to own the year.

What a difference four years makes. We enter the halls on high alert and leave them slapping high fives. Crazy how much that time consumes us, shapes us, challenges us to figure out who we are and who we want to become.

Today my Senior drove me and The Freshman to school. It took 23 minutes, an illegal U-turn and music from “Heathers the Musical” to get us there. To help calm The Freshman’s nerves, we made fun of Harry Styles. At school, The Senior bounded out of the car and tossed a “thanks Mom” over her shoulder. The Freshman slunk out in silence.

Somehow high school is harder the second time around. Happy first day everybody.