I stepped onto campus, avoiding all of the construction and made my way to my safe haven. Passing by the usual high school cliques, I kept my head down to ensure I didn't give someone the wrong look. I was avoiding confrontation and continued on.
I turned the corner, made the last twenty-five steps toward the deep blue door. I was there. B3 painted in white block letters on the door. I walked in and glanced around the room, allowing in the fresh paint smell of the teal and brown walls irritate my nose. I think back to day one in this class, sophomore year, a new comer in AVID. I never thought I was going to be able to bond with everyone else; now I can't imagine what will happen after June, when we’re all leaving our nest and beginning our lives in the "real world."