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When we finally set afoot at the public high school which was just off the road, I started to feel a little bit anxious and somehow conscious of myself. There are surprisingly a lot of students flooding from every direction, some of them are jumping out of their bicycle, most of them are coming in groups and by twos and they all looked as if they knew each other ever since. I find it relatively dreadful to be showing up way too early and it’s for a fact that everybody would notice the new face that’s me. This was just a small town and I’m pretty sure everyone knew each other.

It is beyond my conscious state that I combed my wavy hair using my fingers fixing it to one side. I haven’t felt this conscious of how I look and I wished I would’ve gotten a nice haircut right before coming here, a nice faded cut would make me feel confident at the very least. I also readjusted my denim jacket to feel a little b