Thank God for legs

One of my biggest fears about starting a new school year is walking into a class where I know absolutley no one. I faced that fear on exactly the first day of school. I walked into my psychology class extremly excited to take on what I imagiened could be my new favorite class. I was the first to arrive, and picked a seat right in the middle of the room. People started to walk in. People I have never seen in my life. Senior other people. I watched the second hand turn into the minute hand on the clock, and heard it tick painfully by as I waited for some famillar face to show in a room of complete strangers. The tardy bell rang, and no such luck. I felt totally alone. 5 minutes into the class, the teacher randomly asked if everyone was in the right room. As soon as I heard her say the room number and "Senior" at the begining of her sentence, I thought, What am I doing in here?. Being the awkward, not very classy person that I am I said, "Oh. Um.. I think I'm in the wrong room. I was wondering why everyone in here was wearing the orange mentor shirts." What a way to make a situation more awkward than it already was. Not just seniors wear the shirts. So do juniors. And sophmores. I promptly got up and speed-walked out of the classroom. I've never felt so grateful in my life to have legs, even if they are short.