They compare those of us that are lost
To a lemon, of all things.
Ever so sour, rather than watery and weak,
Wandering the corridors of buildings unknown,
Crying for help in a world that is strange,
Tilting and twisting like a fun house mirror,
A maze of glass panes that offer no help.
But one day I’ll be less like a lemon
And stride through this world like a woman in charge.
I had my first day at my first proper school where I will be employed in September. It was great and I’m so excited to get started but I had that horrible feeling today, that is impossible to escape on any first day.
It is the feeling that I have no bloody idea what is going on and I’m worried that I’ll never catch on.
I have felt this several times throughout the last year, so I know it will pass, but it’s easy to think that I’ll just get lost in the corridors and nobody will notice, or care. There’s always that nagging feeling that they have spent their first full day with me and they are already regretting taking me on.
I may have to struggle through this until I start properly in September, but I will feel like less of a lemon soon…