New School Syndrome

People all over the world move to different parts of the world for different reasons. Some are affected more greatly than others are. But, the humans who are affected the most while moving are the kids. They're the ones that have to adapt to their new surroundings the most. I recently just moved into a new house. Now I'm not complaining about the new house (its amazing), I'm complaining about the new school and the kids inside of it (Btw I moved from the School of Weird to the School of Rejects).

The kids inside of the School of Rejects are well.... interesting to say the least. You have your stereotypical groups: The Popular Ones, The Jocks, The Rich White Girls (No offense), The geeks/nerds, The All-Out Smart Kids, and The Outcasts (If I'am missing anyone... Not my fault). But, the there are also kids who just don't fit in a group. While I was in the cafeteria eating alone, a person with the biggest glasses I've ever seen, comes down and sits next to me. He takes out his lunchbox and pulls out a banana, a chocolate bar, and a spoon. That's right. Just those 3 things which have nothing to do with each other. Then, all of a sudden a humongous group of buffed up football players sit down at the same table. The big glasses kid takes all of the football players lunches and starts taking parts of their lunches and adds them to his own. The football players didn't even say a word! I asked him what he was doing and he said, "I told them I was poor and couldn't afford a proper lunch. But... SHHHH, don't tell them." So you tell me, is this kid an Outcast or a Smart one? He might even be both. Anyway... I didn't make this post to talk about all the different social groups in middle school. I created this post to talk about a thing I like to call the New School Syndrome. The New School Syndrome is the feeling you get before you enter your new school. And let me tell you, that feeling was in full blast before I got to the School of Rejects. Like I mean FULL BLAST! I had to go to the bathroom a ton of times. As I felt this "New School Syndrome," I had one thing in my mind... Don't mess up. Next thing you know, I trip on a door to my Algebra class and fall down. That's right, I tripped on the door and fell down. Luckily the class was more worried than hysterical, so I guess that was okay. Right now it's a couple weeks after and I'm doing okay. I made friends with a couple coconuts (Indians who are brown on the outside and white on the inside) and I now am not sitting alone at lunch. So that's good... I guess.

dab on dem haters...