A Trip to Beaverbrook.

This morning in computers I just organized my file. We still had to get changed for gym even though it was a super short period. I went with Mark for doubles badminton. We ate lunch on the way to Lord Beaverbrook, the biggest high school in Canada. My future school. I’d be lying if I said I was afraid of it. It’s only a school. It’s just that I prefer my school at the moment. I won’t be going to Beaverbrook for, what, eight months? I’ll have enough time to mature.

We were put into temporary homerooms. All this time I thought it would be so horrible being in a room with no one I knew. But it’s really not bad at all; no one else knows people either. It was interesting to me that I clung to the people I knew, even heard of, and had not necessarily liked. For example, I was in room 114, and one of Kristi’s friends was in 112. We walked to our rooms together like old friends. I hardly even knew her, and yet it was so nice just to have someone; anyone I knew with me. Justyn was in my class, and you can bet I stuck to his side like glue for the first ten or twenty minutes, simply because he was a familiar face. No, you wouldn’t think Justyn Perry to be anything of a comfort, but I was lost in a school, and he was there with me. We were sitting in our desks, we only knew each other. Vanessa Peters came in, and we both called her over almost instantly. If I had been in my own school with my friends, and Justyn with his, I doubt either of us would have done so, but the thrill of seeing an acquaintance was so great, we both did.

When I got to art, Kim and I were reunited and my worries flew. I knew as long as we were together, even if we were hopelessly lost, we’d have each other, and we’d not be alone. Alone can be a terrifying thing, if you think about it.