My First Impression

          One of the most important lessons I've learned in my 15 years of life is that first impressions are very important. They very well could define you. That's why on the first day of school we all pick out our best outfits to wear, take hours to get our hair just right, make sure our nails are manicured and our makeup is perfect. That's why when we first meet somebody we don't just let loose and show who we really are. Instead we monitor our words, give our fake laughs, and just hope that we made a good first impression.
          At least that's how it is for me.
         All through grade school, and when I began high school, I was amazingly shy. I was afraid of what everyone would think of me and couldn't for the life of me start up a conversation. I went out of my way to stay under the radar. No crazy hairstyles. Don't raise your hand in class. Don't do something stupid. My freshman year I would go three periods without saying a words because I didn't have any friends in my classes and I was afraid to put myself out there.
         I remember one time I was in bio class and this sophomore who I used to talk to a little bit (until he realized I wasn't popular) asked me about this bracelet I had on.
         "Amera," he said.
         "Yeah?" I asked, a little surprised.
         "What does your bracelet say?"
         "Which one?" I asked, because I was wearing two.
         "The pink one."
         "Oh. It says 'this is what awesome looks like,'" I answered, averting my eyes.
         "Is it supposed to mean you or the bracelet?" He continued with a smirk.
         "What?"
         "Nevermind," he said, obviously holding back a laugh.
         "Oh. It... means...me," I stuttered. Then let out a shaky laugh and turned back to my desk.
         "You make people feel so awkward, Dustin," somebody said. And I did feel awkward. It was an inside joke with me and my friends. I'm always calling myself awesome, regardless of how conceited it sounded. But to Dustin, who was older and way more popular, I definitely wasn't awesome. Nobody in that class thought I was awesome. I'm sad to admit that I never wore that bracelet after that day. That happened a few months ago. I'm a sophomore now, though, and maybe just a little less socially awkward. The bad part is that every single person I had class with this year has probably written me off as "the weird quiet girl who doesn't talk." I'll have to meet new people and make a better first impression. Maybe this time around people will remember me and think "the fun girl who wears stupid bracelets and doesn't care." Because I'm planning on wearing that bracelet to school again. Because I think it's funny and whitty and stupid.
          Anyway, that's kind of what I think about this blog. People may come and read it, hate my stuff and thik it's immature, go read a new one. Or maybe people will be intrigued and want to keep reading my stuff. Either way, this post is kind of like my first impression. It shows what's to come. A little incite to my life, maybe a video or two I find on youtube, poems I write (even though I'm fully aware I put no videos or poems here). I made this blog to write and share my thoughts. I'm not even expecting people to find it, but that's okay. It's only a blog.