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After Mono: My First Day Back
Needless to say, I am scared to death. As I open the door to the Annex building, I hear nothing but silence. First period is nearly over, and I can almost feel the students in class itching for the bell. I sign in, and the anticipation of not knowing what to expect is killing me.
The bell rings, and all of a sudden I hear papers rustling, doors slamming, feet thumping. I see busy students rushing to their next class and some yet awake. I wonder if I even belong here. I decide to head to my next period, and my goal is to get there safely without being trampled. I hear people talking all around me, but I know that I need to concentrate on what I am doing and where I need to be.
I have been home sick with mono for over a month, and it was very difficult for me. Sitting home, knowing that all my friends were out having fun while I do nothing but lay in bed like a sick puppy, was a very hard thing for me. I am usually one of the people who organize what my friends and I do when we get together. It's been hard knowing that they are out, having fun, and enjoying each other's company, while I, on the other hand, have to lay in bed, answering phone calls from my mother every five seconds reminding me to take my medicine. It's been hard being forced to sleep in the middle of the day so that I can get my strength back. I suppose mono is not the worst thing that could have happened to me, but I still wish that I hadn't had to go through it. I thought that it was going to be twice as hard for me to adjust to high school since I would be doing it without the rest of the freshman class. But now that I am actually here after all that time and anticipation, I realize that I was blowing things way out of proportion. Although I felt like a little child lost in a supermarket- not knowing where to go or how to get out, I have handled it very well.
That first day, I recognized at least two people in each of my classes, and I am not as far behind in work as I thought I would be. My teachers were very understanding about my owed work, and I knew that it wouldn't be very long until I become comfortable walking through the halls of this school- my school, along with the rest of my peers.
When I came home, the first thing I did was plop down on my couch like lumpy mashed potatoes on an empty plate. I was so tired that I felt like I was about to pass out. I had a lot of homework to do- that's what missing a month's worth of classes in four subjects get you- so I figured that since I would get more and more tired as the afternoon went on that I should start to do my homework then. As I started to open my binder, I wondered if I was ever going to catch up in my classes if I need to do so with four of them simultaneously.
Now, I'm caught up. It has been two weeks now, and as I open the door to the Annex building, just like I have been doing for these past two weeks, I'm not so scared anymore. Now I am the one in the class itching for the bell. Now, I am part of the paper rustlers, door slammers, and feet thumpers. Now, I am the one rushing to my next class, and more often then not I am not yet awake. I don't have to wonder anymore, because now I know that I do belong here. It's a good feeling; finally knowing that you belong somewhere. And I don't intend on getting sick for that long anymore- or at least I hope not! Article provided by 
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