I woke up with only one thing on my mind: what to wear. A billion thoughts 1 through my brain as wooden hangers moved back and forth. It was my first day of high school in a new State; first 2 are everything, and it was necessary to impress the people who I'd spend the next four years with.
It wasn't insecurity that 3 me to madness but the fact that this was my third time being the new kid. 4 moving does something to a child's development. I 5 finding reliable friends. But this time dad's company 6 my starting and finishing high school in the same place. This time mattered, which made me nervous.
I emerged proudly in a patterned dress after riding (扫荡) my closet. I felt just as 7 as I stepped off the bus. But my jaw dropped to the floor when I found Mrs. Hutfilz, my English teacher, wearing the exact same 8 as I did. I kept my head down and tiptoed to my seat, but the first day meant 9 in front of the class, and 10 it was my turn. I made it through my minute speech, until Hutfilz stood up, 11 adding she liked my style. All the 12 that had accumulated throughout the morning surprisingly 13 . The students raised heads as I shared my story. My smile 14 as I giggled with my peers. After class, I stayed behind, sharing with Mrs. Hutfilz my previous understanding about coming into a new school and state. I was relieved to make a humorous and genuine 15 with my first teacher in the coming days.
This incident 16 me that these are the times to have fun, work hard, and make memories, not stress about the 17 details. Looking back, the ten minutes I spent 18 my speech were really not worth it. 19 my first period of high school may not have gone exactly the way I thought it would, Mrs. Hutfilz's great sense of 20 certainly made the day unforgettable in the best way.
