Who Are They? What Are They Like?

On the first day I sit in class and see my classmates for the first time. Who are they? What are they like? Will they like me?

A few are much older than I am, old enough to be my mothers and fathers.

Some are pretty women. Will they ever go out with me?

A few are contentious bookworm types, glaring down at their papers.

Most others I can perceive little about them, save their clothes and hairstyles.

Sitting here I ponder: Who are they? What are they like? Will they accept me? Even after so many new classes, new faces and rebuilt egos, I am still afraid.

What if they don’t like me? What if I look like a fool?

How will I defend my bruised, battered and restored ego again?

I don’t know…….