We sure do grow up fast, not only have we gotten bigger(unless we're the unlucky few that didn't change in size in between the transition from elementary school to middle school), but we have also begun to find out our talents and hobbies.

Some of us are rather artistic, being that our drawing of the latest furry is nothing short of adorably amazing.

Some of us are very sporty, since knee pads and bruises are obviously hot and make us look rugged and packing, though we used to suck, and we may still but shush! That's our little secret.

Some of are pretty musically inclined, since orchestra seemed pretty girly, and we didn't have that much lung capacity for band, choir was next in line, even though our 'angelic voice' may as well be nails on a chalk board.

Our parents packed our lunch and told us "Well don't you look spiffy?"

To which we replied, "Mom, who say's spiffy anymore?" and ran outside to the bus full of more parent hating children. Our bus driver doesn't give us more then a nod as we get on the bus. Then we are forced with the first hardest decision of our young adolescent lives...

The front or the back!

The nerds carrying too many things in their bags and the loser's with not that man friends sit in the front.

Oh hell no!

Everyone knows that once you pick a seat, your'e basically stuck there the entire year, and sitting in the front isn't the smartest decision.

But the back...

Full of the wannabe popular kids with too much money in their parents bank accounts and the kids that talked about sex although they didn't know the first thing about what a penis and vagina did, let alone how they mashed together to make a baby. Their thought process is you do the deed and then go to hospital and the DOCTORS SLICE AND DICE YOU APART AND OUT POPS!...

A baby.

...So no, we're most defiantly not sitting there. Our poor ears don't need to get murdered on the first day. 

That leaves the middle, the more calm section of the bus. You walk over there and take a seat and immediately feel at peace.

You know that feeling when you have just take a bite out of mom's heavenly cooked brownies, just before you go on and eat six of those?

Man...totally worth it.

THEN WE ARRIVE! The school, full of people that are around your age, the eighth graders with too much pride, the seventh graders full of too much anger, and the sixth graders full of too much sugar. 

Getting off the bus, you feel like you have just walked into a war zone. Children are talking way too loud, the weirdos are running around and acting like Naruto characters, the popular kids are dancing in a weird circle full of majority of the students, the smart ones are trying to get away from it all, the eventual pot smokers are hanging out in a random corner of the field.

Oh no no no no no, you knew that it was going to be hard to fit in. 

See, that's when the problem of every day society begins to be reinforced, being that your'e either the kid that fits in, or doesn't; you either want to be left alone or apart of it all. You can't have it both ways, not matter how many people say that you should just go with the flow, you just can't do that. 

Labels are at the heart of it all, since everyone manages to get one, say for instance your freakishly tall, then your the tall kid, vice versa if you were short. Ranging from popular kid to shy kid, every begins to start to define themselves in this time of voice cracks and awkwardness.

You may have met a friend before the bell rung, you have met someone in your advisory, you may not have had a very successful time trying to find an available table in the lunch room. 

But it's just the first day, it's not the end of the world.

The day ends, you go home, and what do you say to your parents?

"Ah, school was fine".

Now sweetie, what did your parents tell you about lying?

Nobody has an amazing first day, nothing is that easy. Sure, if you had millions of friends, it may had been way easier then those that are socially awkward, but teachers are going to force you into places so that you talk to them. You may have stood next to the smelly kid, or sat alone during lunch, you may have been late to class, or accidentally said something way too loud in class.

The awkwardness will pass!...

Maybe...

You rush to your room, since you want to calm your heart down, the rushing emotions that you had experienced in school are trying to leaves  your system.

You enter the bathroom...

AND OH MY SUGAR PLUM, KEY LIME PIE!

Is that...

IS THAT A PIMPLE?!

A few words for you young adolescents, drink water, lots of water, and trying proactive, because that pimple, only grows into a colony!

THE PIMPLE LEGION IS INVADING!

READY THE RAGS AND THE FACE MASKS!