My time at El Segundo High has been one of the most memorable experiences of my life. I constantly was lucky throughout my courses and the friends I made along the way. It has been such a wonderful experience from beginning to end. I remember the day before my first day at El Segundo High. My knees were trembling and my eyes were twitching as I prepared to get teased relentlessly. But high school was so much different then the little world of middle school I had gotten used to. Middle school was like a routine for me: Get up, go to school, get teased, go home, and start over. High school was so much different then that little world I was trapped in.
         

The first day of school I walked into my first classroom, Career Explorations. I saw seniors that had not graduated yet, thinking to myself they are old. I wanted to be just like the, looking up to them in such a way that they were almost perfect. And therefore, I did not want to ever seem like high school was the wrong place for a scrawny little girl like me. I walked in with my coke bottle glasses and five of my heaviest text books. I just looked down to the ground as I sat in the front of the class, where I was most comfortable. I felt exceeding in school was my only outlet to release embarrassment. Being teased relentlessly probably wasn't one of the highest points in my life, but when I came to high school...it was all a new slate.

 As I sat down I noticed everything was fuzzy around me. My head had started to spin. My eyes were unfortunately dilated that day before school. I was heading down the stairs step by step hoping that every inch of my shyness would disappear by lunch time. My head was still dizzy and I felt my knees buckle under me. As I fell down that flight of concrete stairs, I just thought, what would those kids think of me? Would they laugh? Not once did I worry if I was hurt, but how people would react to my…accident. My head hit the ground with a heavy thud as I tried to think of something else. My pulse was rushing and my head pounding like an angry neighbor with a broom on the ceiling.  There were no words to explain what happened to me in the next seconds.  I got up, no one except a boy asking me for help. He asked why I didn't look before I leapt. I started laughing behind the flushed cheeks and racing heart hoping I wasn’t doing that annoying laugh through y nose. He offered to walk me to my class and help me with my books in case I had tripped, again. It turns out that one person can actually make a big difference. I never got his name but I have him to thank for my welcome to el Segundo high, bloody scrapes and all.

That experience of embarrassment taught me that not all people will laugh when you fall. Some even help you wash up, not make such a big deal about a few scratches. We all go through falls and tumbles in our life but isn’t it worth it to have people there to enjoy the embarrassment with? That painful yet enlightening experience was the best thing that could have happened on my first day of high school. High school was supposed to be the years I was rebelling and being the stereotypical angst teen, the Breakfast club would be ashamed.