Too Young to Have Nerves

This week the kids in my parish went back to school. I can’t tell you how thrilled I was when I noticed kids in uniforms loitering in the neighborhood as they waited for the bus. Of course, when I was a child, this was completely different.

Excitement was the last word I would use to describe my feelings about the first day of school. The minute the bus schedule came out in the paper, I’d start fretting. What about?

Well, I have a great imagination (I’m a writer, remember?), so I thought of all kinds of things. Oh you know, what if I woke up late for the first day? Who would be my teacher/s (Please don’t let it be so-and-so.) Who would sit next to me? What was I going to wear? What if the bus I get on is the wrong one and it’s meant to bring kids to college and I’m supposed to be going to middle school? (I didn’t know college students didn’t have to ride the big yellow bus.)

Yeah, I worried about a lot of things. Looking back, I can only shake my head at my silliness. But then I remember each time I’ve started a new job and yup, you guessed it, the worries return.

There’s just something so daunting about starting a new venture where you’re surrounded by your peers. If it’s something I could do without anyone observing me, say like writing, then I’m fine. It’s when you add the possible-provide-entertainment factor that my palms grow clammy and my stomach lurches.

It’s the exact same feeling I have when I arrive at a conference. Who do I know? Will they think my clothes are bad? Did I remember to put on deodorant? Will I look silly if I do <blah>? Yeah, some things just stay with us, don’t they?

About danicaavet

Danica Avet lives and writes in the wilds of South Louisiana. Unmarried with no children, she's the proud pet of two cats and a dog. With a BA in History, she decided there were enough fry cooks in the world and tried her hand at writing. Danica loves losing herself in the antics of her characters and blushes more often than not at the things they do. She likes to define her work as paranormal romance with a touch of Cajun spice, but most times her characters turn the notch up to "five-alarm fire"!
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11 Responses to Too Young to Have Nerves

  1. jeff7salter says:

    “Did I remember to put on deodorant?” LOL, Danica.
    I’ve found myself self-conscious about a lot of things — including whether I’m properly attired — but can’t recall worrying about that one.
    But I also have a fair amount of dread when approaching new surroundings or circumstances. I think it’s the way we’re wired. Those people you see who appear so confident and at-ease in the same situations which make us tense — I think they’re just better actors than we are.
    You’ll hear more from me tomorrow.

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    • danicaavet says:

      I’ve expounded on the deodorant thing many times on my personal blog, Jeff. It’s a personal phobia of mine, LOL.

      As an adult, I can look back and see that everyone was a bit terrified by the first day of school. Of course, when you’re a kid, your whole focus is on me, me, me. πŸ™‚

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      • jeff7salter says:

        Gosh I wish I hadn’t missed all your prev. columns on deodorant. LOL
        Well, I write a lot about about M&Ms and skunks. So, to each his/her own.
        Yeah, kids are kid-centric … me-centric.

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  2. Micki Gibson says:

    It’s funny because I get those feelings too, but then just before it’s Go Time, I get excited about it. It’s kind of like, “It’s coming for me anyway. I might as well greet it with a smile.” At least that’s how I looked at turning 40. So I went to Vegas. I’m sure someone wants to slap me for being little miss happy positive, but believe me, I had those same worries. Especially that thing about wearing the wrong outfit. And I’ve now checked at least twice that I put on deodorant. πŸ™‚

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  3. TOTALLY KNEW you were gonna hit on the deodorant thing – LOL!! This was a fun post. I remember those days of hoping I could sit by friends and fretting over who would be in my class that I liked.

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  4. My main concern at the beginning of term was how to convince my Mum to buy me a new pencil case, school bag, shoes etc. I used to spend hours trying to rough everything up, putting holes in stuff so I could justify a school supplies shopping spree! πŸ™‚

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  5. Yeah now I have kids of my own, it’s a whole different story. Just found myself in a rather heated discussion with my daughter the other day about why she didn’t need a new school bag this year! She was pointing out all the scuff marks – I had to laugh! πŸ™‚

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