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“Wish as they might, cling as they did, that dreaded time to say goodbye came quickly.”
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I straightened out the non-existent wrinkles on my skirt and blazer. I sighed, looking into the mirror. Slapping my cheeks, I tried to encourage myself. “You can do this, GiBbeum. You. Can. DO THIS!” I put my hands on my hips. “Yeah... everyone’s going to line up to be your friend. There’s nothing to be afraid of. It won’t be scary. It’ll be just like your old school, except you’re going to crack out of your shell and everyone’s going to freakin’ adore you!” you yelled, laughing out loud. “GiBbeum? Is anything wrong? You’re being weird.” grandma called out. “It’s nothing!” I replied. I sighed, looking back into the mirror. “I CAN’T do this...”
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I got my schedule a day in advanced, so I took my sweet time looking around and about for my classes (before the bell rings, of course). I found them pretty quickly being there were only 2 buildings. Building A and Building B. All my classes are in Building A so I won’t have to worry about being tardy.

While wandering outside, I stared at Building B. ‘Wow... look at how tall it is. Building A is nothing compared to that...’ I thought in wonder. The bell rang and I panicked. I’m late. And on my first day. I ran back into the building frantically, forgetting where my classes were. ‘Aish, what a bad day for a brain fart.’ I grumbled. Finally finding my first period, I, again, straightened out my uniform and combed my fingers through my hair (just in case). Before sliding the door open, I gave myself a mini pep talk.

“So if you have–” the teacher, I looked down at my schedule, Miss Jung, stopped mid-sentence at my entrance. I was starting to get nervous with all attention on me. “And you are...?” she gave me a questioning look. “New student,” I mumbled, handing her my schedule. “Oh? Oh... OH! Ah, yes. Would you like to introduce yourself?” she gave me a small smile. An INTRODUCTION? What?! I haven’t thought of that. I started clamming up, I started feeling self-conscious, I started– “Nn,” I grunted. I mentally slapped my head. “Uh... okay then. Why don’t you sit in the seat next to AhJung? AhJung, raise your hand,” I looked around the room for a raised hand. I walked sluggishly towards her, in both embarrassment and dismay. Could this day get any worse?

Sitting down in my seat, I turned to her, hoping to get a chance to redeem myself. “Can I see your notes?” I asked quietly, looking down at my lap. “SHH!” she shushed, furiously scribbling in her notebook. “Okay...” I said, discouraged. I took out a notebook from my bag and tried to catch up with the class. Good thing this was math. Math was my favorite subject, and easiest. I caught on really quickly, though I was too shy to raise my hand and volunteer. I was scared of what I might do or say next.