Today I woke up and headed for my first day of school at Bridgewater-Raynham Regional High School. It seems like an awfully long name for a high school, but everybody refers to it as BR.
             In the morning, I had to park on this little side street next to the school. Juniors are not allowed to park in the parking lot, only seniors. I could barely get into the lobby because of the amount of people in it. Then the bell rang and everybody seemed to know where he or she was going except for me. I looked at my schedule, which had come in the mail the week before, and looked for my first class; Spanish in Room 114. I, of course, had no idea of the room's location. So I went up to a student and asked him of the location of room 114. He just gave me a dirty look and walked away, this got me really mad. So I went to the Guidance library and said "this is my first day of school and I don't know where my room is." The secretary said, "who is your Guidance Counselor?" I looked at my schedule and replied "Mr. Barber" and she showed me to his office. He was a nice guy and told me where to go.
             When I walked into spanish I realized the period, half over, would end in twenty-five minutes. My teacher, Mrs. Holt, went crazy and told me to go to the office and get a pass. I explained to her that it was my first day and then she understood. She couldn't let me off the hook that easy and she embarrassed me by introducing me to the whole class as "the new kid."
             At next class was, gym, we went out to the track to run the mile for a fitness test. I heardcows mooing from the farm next to the track. Can you believe it? Cows! Anyway, I ran the mile in a good time and made a couple of friends, this kid named Greg (or Dill as he likes to be called) and Dan. They acted just like me and liked the same music. They told me that they would take me out and show me around Friday night. Dill happened to be in my lunch that day so he t...