Vigilant2 mins 192 2 mins 192
It was my first day at my new school. I was a frantic mess the day before. Scared that I might not make any friends, and worried that I would give the wrong gist. First impressions are everything, right? I walked into the school. Acting like such a dork, I found my homeroom with great endeavor, I took my first step into the room with confidence. I stood at the door awkwardly, their eyes rolled towards me and most of them were staring at me.
I felt so judged by the censorious looks they gave me. I sat down at one of the benches and observed the people around me. I don’t know why but no one even tried to talk to me, all the girls were talking to some other new kids and the boys already knew each other, so they were chatting together. I didn’t bother trying to talk to anyone, I just opened my storybook and started reading. I was so absorbed in the conflict when the teacher called out my name I didn't even respond. When I realised that, I looked up at the teacher which made me hesitant cause she was clearly putting on a fake smile. I said, “Sorry, I am present”, and put my book inside.
So to lighten the mood I went to talk to the girls. They were so unwelcoming and didn’t acknowledge me, I thought it was rude. So I went to my place and took out the books for the first class. The first class was fine, I Learnt a lot about the other kids as they had to introduce themselves to the class. Then during the break, I went to talk to the guys who seemed to have similar interests, we talked for a while and everyone was not as bad as I thought they were. Then I cognized that it was me who was judging others. Long story short I learned that we should not be afraid to interact with one another and we shouldn’t really care about what others think about you as long as you know the truth.