For those of you who know me and for those of you who don't,
I have been for eight years and that ends on August eighteenth.
I'm going to public school.
I'm more nervous than I let on.
To catch my bus, I'll have to get up before dawn.
I have to get up at five in the morning, eat my breakfast, and get dressed.
I have to make sure I get my rest.
I'm scared that I'm going to fail.
I'm worried I'm not going to be liked.
And I'm terrified I'm not going to make my Mama proud.
I can be really loud.
I can make a fool of myself.
And sometimes, I worry about my mental health.
I know I'm going to do well.
I know I won't fail.
I'll meet others that are like me.
That will like me, for me.
I can do anything if I set my mind to it.
And I know I can do it.
But, I hope.
That if I'm having trouble,
Someone will help me.
If I fall down and drop my books,
Someone will help me, not just because of my looks.
If I have problems with math,
Someone will help me take notes, so the sheet of paper does not face my wrath.
And if I look like I'm about to cry,
And don't know where to go,
Maybe, they'll help me.
So I know,
I'm not alone.
For eight years, I've been homeschooled.
If I said I wasn't scared about going to public school, I would be lying.
A few times, I've almost broke down crying.
But, when I step through those doors, in ten days,
I will start my freshman year.
And I will know.
I have nothing to fear.