I don’t know if my first day of high school was particularly bad, or if time has exaggerated it in my mind.
People kept asking me if I was related to other white kids at the school.
Going down a flight of stairs, my backpack got caught on someone else’s backpack and I was dragged back to the top and then cussed at for slowing him down.
Got pushed down the stairs by a midget.
Spanish class was actually in Spanish.
I got 3rd chair on the first day of band (which would be a point of pride, except that it immediately made me the enemy of all the seniors below my placement).
I had no friends.
Logical response to this not-really-that-bad first day of school? Transfer. Stories of the new, super-conservative Christian school to come.