Pink petals dance in the warm breeze today. It's the day of the annual entrance ceremony. I'm not feeling it. Hardly anyone stays awake during these things anyway; just standing up and sitting down is exhausting. My stomach is already complaining, and the ceremony is only an hour or two. Thinking these thoughts, I walk outside. I pass through the gates, enter the building, and kick off my shoes, letting my indoor slippers scatter. I pull the heels up with my finger; they're already turning black. Come to think of it, I haven't replaced them since I started school. With that thought, I enter the classroom and hang my bag on the side of the desk. A classroom without chairs looks somewhat lonely. Entering the gym, the air is chilly. It was so warm and pleasant outside. This is the worst. Carrying those feelings, I sit in one of the neatly arranged chairs as students, teachers, and parents begin to fill the room. Looking back, I see the new freshmen standing nervously in line. The way their rows are slightly messy is a little endearing. Once the preparations are complete, the sound of a piano echoes through the gym. It's a beautiful melody. It's starting. Praying for my stomach to stay quiet, the entrance ceremony begins.