My First Day Of High School

1.Contact with members of the lower castes always reminded him painfully of this physical inadequacy

I follow along with the music, even though I don’t really know how to read sheet music and wait until I hear that fifth long, jingling note and I cue the actors to go out on stage at the same time I tell the lights to go into the cue that allows the actors to be seen on the dark stage. All of the girls onstage open their mouths to sing, after a near perfect run through of the pre-show when I hear from the audience, “Cut!” I hear everyone on the headset groan, all of us know that we have just run through everything exactly as we should, but of course it wasn’t good enough.

I had something to focus on besides my nerves. I straightened up, walked to the front pole, and pressed my back against it. I slid my fingers under the straps of my dress, sliding them down my arms. I held the top of the dress over my breasts as I sunk down, opening my legs toward them. I gave a quick shimmy of my shoulders and let the top of the dress fall down to my waist. Angel and Sky were clapping and cheering, but I realized they weren’t the only ones. The guys were enjoying our show. A couple of them were now standing at the stage with dollars in their

The day of the musical. So many thoughts running through my head. I should’ve told my mom I was ‘sick’ so I didn’t have to go. I just had to suck it up and get through these next two hours and then all would be well. Throughout the musical, I had parts to sing as a background singer but it was nice because I could practically lip sync without anyone noticing. Before I had to recite my line, my stomach was wrenching in fear. I thought to myself, What if I throw up? I would get to leave the room and I wouldn’t have to say my line. I kept thinking of every single scenario that could possibly get me off the stage. Finally, my line came and Ms. Parrish pointed at me. I hesitated, not that much, yet still noticeable enough for everyone to stare at me. “Come on, they’re all starting to look” uttered my friend next to me. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, and instead, my face got red, I started crying, and ran off the stage. Not my best

Rain poured on me as I walked home. I was all soaked and as usual, I was alone. It was close to night, and I lived in Del Mar. The other kids walked on the other side of the sidewalk gossiping and insulting me under their breaths, but I tried to not let the voices get to my head. I just kept treading forward. I got to the streetlights and made my across the street to go hike up the hill that leads to my house. My tucked my hands in my jacket pockets and positioned my head down to the dark, paved, and quiet street.

The next week we were all called into a room and we had no idea why. When we were taken into the room they told us that they had made a decision already. My heart dropped and all of a sudden I felt like I could pass out at any second. They told us that there were only going to be two Claires this year so I became even more nervous. The first person they told us that got it was my friend, Elizabeth, and I was so happy for her, but I was also extremely nervous because there was only one spot left. The second name they called was mine and all I could do was scream. I had never been more excited in my

When I put on my makeup and costume that night I had no sliver of anxiety that my world was about to come crashing down in 60 minutes, or that the next 6 months would be hell. To me I just had excitement for the last run of the show and laughter from my fellow cast mates. When “places” was called I ran to my spot to start the show. Then the curtain rose and I ran out. When I began performing I didn’t have time to pick out faces in the audience. If I did it would pull me out of character to see the parent

This was it, I was on my way to Spencerport High School for my first Odyssey of the Mind Competition. It was also my first time performing in front of more than twenty people! I felt extremely worried about my first time on stage. I wanted to complain about being worried, but I didn’t want to face that embarrassment. My mom thought I looked nervous, so she tried to comfort me.

If given the ability to travel back in time to my first day at Westside High School, and I was able to change my high school experience with advice to my freshman self, I would leave him with these five pieces of advice: sit on the right side of the gym, get involved with a team sport, study/do homework, be more cynical of the people he considered his “best” friends, and enjoy the underclassman years as much as possible. I wouldn’t want to completely remodel my high school years because I am pleased with how things turned out for me. However, it would be arrogant to say that I wouldn’t change a thing, and that I did everything right the first time around. If given this opportunity, I would do my best to tell myself said things in order to create a better version of myself. A version that is more (1) timely, (2) goal oriented, (3) responsible, (4) college prepared and (5) perspicacious.

The show was starting in just a few hours and everyone was rushing around making sure nothing would go wrong. The dancers putting on the last of their makeup going through their check-list. “Pointe shoes hair sprayed? Check. Hair hair sprayed? Check. False eyelashes? Not check!". I found myself wandering away from the others to a place where I can get just a minute alone. A minute alone to collect my thoughts before heading into the chaos. My dance was relatively soon so I decided to head back to get ready early. Standing backstage will most likely be the most nerve-racking experience ever. My white dress sparkled due to diamonds sewed onto the bodice. A crown placed in front of my bun made me feel complete. "Listen, you have to seize the moment and stay in it. Use that adrenaline and make this the best you have ever dance. But most importantly, have fun while you are out there. I'm proud of you". With Olivia's words, I get a sense of courage flow me. "Don't worry," I tell her, "I'm not going to throw away my shot". She smiles at me encouragingly. The audience claps and the music ends. Oh dear god it's my turn next. My body goes on autopilot as the music starts. Grand Jeté after Grand Jeté I leap, twirl, and pose my way off the stage; a smile not leaving my face the whole

I was extremely neurotic, I was doubting myself, and as I heard more and more people walk in the more I began to shiver, which was odd for me since I was outgoing and uncommonly talkative. I was nervous I was going to fail my number one goal in high school (besides graduating). Everything was happening so fast, all the escorts were doing their makeup, and we were going through the beginning dance several more times while the curtains were closed. Immediately after 4th runthrough. The student body president with her over dramatic sparkling gold dress and earphone piece yells, “PLACES EVERYONE WE GO ON IN FIVE!!!”. My heart sank down to my butt, I was breathless. I made it worse when I decided to quickly peek my head out the curtain, just to see my whole family and my friends all sitting together, and of course the rest of the 115 attendants there chattering. Nonetheless with God’s gracious power. The show didn’t start for another 23 minutes due to Drews CD. It was not playing properly and he was the first one to go. That gave me time for my friend Maurice Farrow to calm me down, and the other contestants to calm me down. I was more nervous than the Wendy Torrance from the shining was being chased by Johnny. Finally the CD was fixed and we performed the begining dance perfectly. Which gave me more confidence, that I would be able

The music began to play. I panicked. Before I could check on all of the girls standing backstage one more time, my legs started to move, and I found myself at the front of the stage with the lights shining brilliantly against my face. Hearing my friends hollering my name and the enormous audience cheering madly, I thought to myself, “Oh God, please don’t let this performance turn out to be a disaster.” It was too late to back out now. I was trapped between the twenty-five hundred pairs of eyes in front of me and the two hundred girls dancing behind me.

My hands were sweating bullets, my stomach felt like it is a butterfly habitat. It was nearly seconds before I was to perform on stage. Here, let me back it up a little bit. It was early September, late August of the year 2007; when my dad and I walked from my old house to a somewhat small house up the road. It was blue and there was a beautiful dance studio in the basement called Bleakers. I was two turning three, so I wasn’t completely clear on what dance was, or what I was doing. The owner of the studio politely greeted us at the door. She and my dad talked for a little while, and before I knew it I was signed up!

It was on a strange day that I was standing in the hallway, trying to calm my fluttering nerves. In a few minutes, my after-school acting group and I were going to enter a room and proceed to perform our perfectly practiced skit. I glanced back at the clock often, watching the minutes tick by with an agonizing slowness, waiting until we would be told that it was our turn. Occasionally I turned and chatted idly with one of the teammates that were around me in attempt to alleviate the stress of performing in front of judges and an audience. All of us were jittery with nervousness or excitement at the thought of acting in front of other people. Finally, one of the assisting parents came in and told our group that we would be next to go on stage,

I arrived at school. I parked my bike in front of the school and walked in. Many of my friends