August 26th 2008
(Jumping the broom)

I was flung out of the 2008 Chevy Silverado and cast into the dark depths of the El Cajon Trolley station. As my parents drove off i stood there, I felt uncomfortable and awkward seeing others so casual and relaxed around the station. I fumbled for my iPod scared that i might drop my Highlight green notebook and completely make a fool of myself. After i had finally managed to get my headphones on my ears I blared ,Danger 11h30, into my ears. For some reason electronic music always made me feel calm. A few minutes passed by as i waited for the 815 to take me to a new and strange destination. The 816 pulled up sporting the sighn "cuyamaca college & jamacha". I had gotten the wrong bus off of the trip planner ; of course, fate was always stopping me from what i really wanted, there was even a fire drill that went off right is i clicked "select & pay for class" for god-sakes! No matter, i trusted the old womens intuition and hopped on the 816.

The trip was long, "it was a good idea to bring my ipod", i thought to myself. At the end of the trip i had finally gotten to my destination. The bus driver called "Cuyamaca college last stop!". I couldnt help but wear a gigantic stupid grin on my face when we had arrived. I was excited and too impatient to get to my class. I got off the bus and immediatly felt like a child, the thing is i look strangely young for my age, someone could have easily mistooken me for a 15 year old girl. Everyone looked professional and well kept as they walked to thier classes. With the college map in one hand and my classroom number in the other i hurridly rushed around like a maniac trying to find my class. At first i had found the door but it was the back door. I was fast walking now, when i had finally found the other side i walked in, heart beating against the back of my throat i mumbled "i..is this Pre-his..historic and U.S. art history?". I fealt nervous, sweaty, and ugly looking as one of the counselors nodded her head. At least i wasnt late.