Hi.

My name is Rose Smith. Although, I would have hoped that you would have known that from the name of the blog, but in case you didn't, there you go. To make matters more confusing, that isn't my real name, nor will I tell you my real name or friends or family's name. That way I can be completely honest and you can read this totally unbiasedly (If that is even a word)(Just looked it up, it isn't. But you get what I'm saying, right?). Therefore, I will remain unknown, but known at the same time in a matter of speaking. So for these purposes you will know me as Rose.

Also, I would go through the long, boring backstory I have about how I got to where I am today, but to be honest I think you'd fall asleep. And nobody wants drool seeping into a keyboard. So instead of getting the whole, wacky story of my existence, we begin on the first day of my senior year. That's right, folks. SENIOR YEAR. Of high school. Not college.

Skip all of the mundane routines of getting ready in the early hours of the morning and you'll find me in the car, my very first day of driving myself to school. I was rather nervous, although I wasn't sure why I was. But, I was. I got my music playing from my iPod and projected through the speakers. I told myself, everything will be fine, don't worry. It'll be fine.

It wasn't fine.

After 40 minutes of bumper to bumper traffic, I arrive at the school in one piece, ready to park and get inside the school. But that was no good. There in my spot was the most inadequate parker I've ever seen. Sideways in my parking spot was somebody else. I decided to check the visitor parking even though they made it extremely clear that no student was to park there under any circumstances. My mom calls as I'm driving passed all of the taken parking spots.

"Hey," she starts, "Is everything okay?" I had called her earlier when traffic was particularly horrid.

"No, somebody stole my parking spot and I don't know where do go, what to do..."

"Well, just park anywhere and go to the front office," she suggests as I stop behind other cars waiting for their turn after the stop sign.

"There's nowhere to park, I've looked in all of the visitor's parking spots and they're all taken," at this moment I see someone back out, "Oh, wait. A spot just opened up. Hurry up, cars. Let's go! ... ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

"What? What? What happened?" My mom panics through the phone, "Just take a deep breath!"

I try but it isn't working. "Someone. Stole. My. Spot," I manage to get out in a quieter tone.

"Just park anywhere, you can always move." And I followed her advice. Parked in someone else's spot and walked, very frustrated, to the front office.

"Hi, someone parked in my spot, or they double booked it. I don't know," I say calmer than I would have five minutes earlier.

"Well, why don't you go up to Grade Level Office and you can tell them there."

After a long trip up the stairs, I reach the counselors. "Can I help you?" asks one of the secretaries.

"Yes," I start, "Someone stole my parking spot or they double booked it, because I never got a tag."

"Well, did you see the tag?"

"No, I didn't look, but I know they had one."

"Well, I suggest you get here earlier in the future and go see Mr. Horpall at lunchtime."

"But I have late arrival," I counter.

"Well, just get here earlier," she reinforces. I turned and left, headed for homeroom.

I sat there in advisory; brooding and I had a hard time calming down. Get there earlier. Sure, I'll wake up at 5am to get my parking spot that I paid for and then sit at school until 9. Sure, that's why I got late arrival.

By the time advisory was over (which was an hour and a half later) we had to go to first period.  First period, as I so clearly stated earlier, I have late arrival so I just sat there with a few friends and waited for it to be over.

Next was Physics, which really didn't last long.

Then College Algebra, which really did last long.

Lunch was good, but we decided to sit outside, so I'm pretty sure we sweat. Lovely, right? Also, we went to figure out what to do about my parking spot. They told me to send the license plate to Mr. Horpall through email.

Then somehow between the last 5 minutes of D lunch and the 7 minutes before Fourth period, I lost my schedule. So I showed up to my Spanish class' door. I was pretty sure, not 100%, but pretty sure that it was my class. The teacher said, "Well, I can't let you in without a schedule. I suggest you go to the Grade Level Office," I turned to leave, "You know where that is?"

"Yep," I muttered and left for the Grade Level Office yet again. After many minutes waiting for the other secretary to print it out, I headed down the hall. "See, I was right," I muttered to myself.

"Hi!" a girl I had a couple of classes with last year spoke.

"Hi!" I replied.

I get back to the class and hand her the schedule, "You get it all fixed?"

"Yep."

"They knock some sense into you?"

"Nope."

"I was hoping they'd kick you in the head," She pointed to my seat and added, "Only joking."

I was not amused.

Nor was I amused when I waited half an hour in line and moved about 10 feet from the parking spot I stole. Another half an hour later I was home and watching Friends. As any long, frustrating day should wind down.

Lastly, I went to my voice lessons and wound up singing, "Jesus, Take the Wheel" by Carrie Underwood. My voice teacher, Ms. Laurie, told me, "I never, EVER, let anyone sing this song, Rose. Nobody. But I let you sing this song, because you can do it justice." And I left feeling much better than I had all day.

I've just accepted that all of my first days are going to be terrible.