This would mark the first day of class. I wasn't alone because I realized that other students were just like me, lonely and messy. The school resembled my old high school, with long hallways and numerous classroom doors, reminding me that I had no idea where I was going. I figured I would have this problem, so I had printed out my schedule the night before to use as an atlas to orient myself to my multiple destinations for the day. All my previous preparations for this day of class already seemed to fail me. As I frantically searched for the right door number and avoided the stares of high school students to hide my embarrassment, I had finally arrived at my first class, Chemistry..