First Day of Nightmare (School)

I realized that if I didn’t write soon in my blog, I would probably explode. Right now, I don’t want to care about my bad English or my bad writing or anything that has to include a brain activity. I just want to take it off my bag. Everything. This whole bunch of crazy things that have happened these last few days had to be recorded, written or expressed in some way. And besides, don’t say I’m lazy or anything like that, I’m from Panama and I’m taking the decency to write in English for you non-existent people who read my blog. Or at least I hope you do. I’m only crossing fingers praying to God that NOBODY I know in person reads the blog because... well... that would be really awkward and just weird.
I was thinking on doing a YouTube channel BUT that would be even MORE awkward and they would probably find me easier.
Yesterday I was really cool, considering the last experiences of my first day of school. I remember that in Mexico on my first day of school, I even wanted my mom to come with me to the classroom. Weird? Probably, I don’t know. But for me it sounded totally fine at the time. When it’s like your first first day of school, new school, new people, new classroom, you should have the right to pee in your pants if you want to do so. I mean, why shouldn’t we? I mean we have to manage how to say hi to the other person without feeling too lame or too awkward or too weird, we have to be able to socialize with at least one person so that you don’t spend your lunch hour in the bathroom eating by yourself, you’ve got to impress the teacher so that he doesn’t think you are a dumbass and the most important thing of all: you have to make a good impression because afterwards, there’s no coming back.
Well, I hope that’s not the same for everybody, but at least, that’s what I had to do every single time I went to some place where nobody knew nor cared who I was.
Then it comes the second first day. You have managed to spend ONE year with the bullies, the popular, the idiots, the sluts and the wallflowers like you from your classroom. Then after the summer, you get somehow nervous or at least I always got nervous because when you arrived you expected something like this:

• HUGS, KISSES WELCOMING LIKE A ROCKSTAR
• “OMG, I MISSED YOU SOO MUCH!”
• “IS THAT A NEW HAIRCUT? IT LOOKS GORGEOUS ON YOU!
• “LOVE YOUR BAG!”
• “CAN I STEAL YOUR OUTFIT?”

But of course the only thing that happened was that since nobody remembered your name, you would probably get ignored or be treated like a nerd.

Don’t worry, you are not alone.

I remember very clearly the first week in Mexico. The 15-minutes break was a nightmare for me. I spent this time walking around the whole school going back and forth, counting the seconds that were left to go again to class. Nobody really wanted to be with me and the girls that I used to have lunch with got tired of me and said that I couldn’t be with them because I didn’t belong to the “Club of the Pretty Girls”. Do you know what I say now about that?

Bullshit.

People who bully are just scared from the people that are above them in some way. Bullies bother nerds because they know that “nerds” have the double mental capacity than them. And so on and so forth.

So guys, don’t worry because at the end, we know that the coin will turn.