SEPTEMBER 19, 1980
Freshman Horror Story Enjoys Happy Ending
It was August 28 at 6:45 a.m. I was standing at the corner bus stop waiting for the bus to come by. My hands were full of books and a sack lunch that Mom made for me. Finally the bus arrived and I boarded, aware of the doomsday defense right behind me. I sat in a seat near the front and arrived at school without problems at 7:15. I was lost. I had no idea that a school could be this big. Actually, it is not big; it's huge.
I had no idea where to go so I followed the crowd. I was led to what I guessed to be the cafeteria. I sat for 15 minutes in total disbelief at the number of people in the room when a friend from grammar school joined me. We talked for a while and then it was time to go to homeroom. I was assigned to B-106, and I walked about in a circle for 10 minutes looking for B-wing before realizing that the wing letters are high up on the wall. I located B-wing and started down it. The one wing was bigger than the entire upper floor of my grammar school
We were in homeroom for an hour while teachers handed out ID's, schedules, lockers, and other stuff. The bell rang, and I went on to my very first class at Maine
I stepped into the classroom with a proud look on my face and took a seat by the window. It looked like a good place to sit, if I ever got bored in class, I could always stare out the window at the wonders of nature. The teacher entered the room. He was a tall, husky man who had a deep voice and wore glasses. He appeared rather fierce; so as he began to approach me, I didn't move. I was trembling in my seat but somehow managed to keep that proud look on my face. Fortunately, the teacher began to give a lecture that sounded like a coach's pep talk, more than anything else.
The afternoon dragged on just as long as the morning did. In my science class there were two people I knew so at least I didn't feel misplaced. The last bell of the day rang at 2:40. I let out a sigh of relief and headed for my locker. On my way home I started to think that Maine West wasn't so bad, and all the kids in my classes were really friendly. You know, since I'll be here for four years, I could kind of get to like it.