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(From left) Maggie Schwierking and Catherine Li wait for the first bell to ring.
Bellaire High School has always been infamous for its large student population and crowded hallways. Until Aug. 27, I could have only imagined the masses of faces I would be passing by in those first few minutes of my freshman year. Of all those faces, it was easiest to spot the ninth graders. Much like myself, a fellow freshman, they were holding their crumpled schedules up to their faces, their narrowed eyes scanning the brightly colored pages as if they were searching for an anchor in the sea of confusion that is Bellaire High School.
Everybody handles transitions differently, some much better than others. My only question was, how? Miraculously, I found my way to advocacy and sat down at a table of friendly-looking girls. After chatting for some time, I turned to one of my tablemates and decided that I would find out how they were feeling about taking this next big step.
“Well, I’m meeting a lot of new people so that’s great!” said Emma Kayy, seemingly calm about the transition from Pershing to Bellaire.
However, not everybody seemed to be as at peace as she was, including fellow Pershing alumna Brooke Kayle. “I’m terrified!” she exclaimed, summing up my jumble of emotions in two short words.
After two long hours of advocacy and a multitude of classes, the first day of high school came to an end, never to happen again. As for me – I’m glad it’s been consigned to history!