My monthly “Firsts” series has highlighted a bunch of different topics, but I wanted September to have a back-to-school theme. My own first days have been insignificant and forgettable, so I asked for submissions and got a handful of responses. Below, Liz tells us about her first day of middle school.
I don’t remember all the events of my first day of Middle School. I think I’ve tried to block most of that out. However, I do remember the anxiety I felt about the idea of having my very first locker.
Whenever I think of Middle School, I label it as an “awkward time.” I think everyone would agree that Middle School doesn’t scream, “I’ve got it all figured out and I’m super comfortable in my own skin.” You’re not an Elementary student anymore, a little kid with teeth falling out. But you aren’t a true teenager either. High School is at the tip of your fingers, an arm’s length away, but still too far to grasp just yet.
My first few days of Middle School were nerve-wracking due to the Locker Monster, A.K.A. my first locker. The Locker Monster could eat your favorite backpack pin, your super cute neon gel pens or possibly your soul. The hallways in Middle School were all different colors representing the various academic teams.
My team had maroon lockers; my locker was located all the way at the end of the hall, tucked near one of the Exit doors. As much as I would have loved to leave, I had to face the Locker Monster. How does a combination work? Which way do I turn this thing? Why does it make a weird noise like it’s angry that I’m turning it? This thing seems jammed but something tells me that I’m just doing it wrong because I’m 12…
When I finally opened my locker, it was quite the victory. I mean, confetti should have been flying, champagne bottles should have been popping in slow motion (although I guess not for consumption at that time…) and I would have liked to see at least a few exotic animals, because why not?
As Middle School continued though, I dealt with all sorts of awkward moments. Even at that age, girls were obsessed with their looks, who they hung out with, who they dated, and how other people perceived them. The Locker Monster ended up being the easiest obstacle of all.
Throughout my academic years, the most important thing was working hard and surviving those awkward and sometimes painful moments with each yearbook acting as a trophy, symbolizing one more step in the direction of the rest of my life.
About today’s guest blogger: My name is Liz Aivazis and I’m 23 years old. I graduated from the University of Virginia with a B.A. in English. I’m now a graduate student at Drew University in the Master of Letters (M.Litt.) program. I’m a bookworm, movie buff, and vegetarian. I love cozy cafes and tea and I believe dogs are truly man’s (and woman’s) best friends. Writing is a passion of mine and has been for as long as I can remember. I started with short stories written in wobbly, penciled letters in Elementary School. I then transitioned to more advanced stories and even journalism as the years progressed.
Visit Liz’s blog here: http://wahooliz.wordpress.com