{"id":85,"date":"2021-02-18T23:02:46","date_gmt":"2021-02-18T23:02:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/concepcions.us\/elle\/?p=85"},"modified":"2021-02-18T23:04:24","modified_gmt":"2021-02-18T23:04:24","slug":"5-a-september-morning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/concepcions.us\/elle\/5-a-september-morning\/","title":{"rendered":"#5 &#8211; A September Morning"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-pullquote\"><blockquote><p>\u201cIt\u2019s cold.\u201d<\/p><cite>&#8211; Elle<\/cite><\/blockquote><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-drop-cap\">That was all I could think of the moment I hopped off the yellow bus. I stood in front of the schoolyard gates, staring at the vast crowd of students and parents whilst clutching my jacket tightly. It was my first day in a new school in a new country and I was beyond terrified\u2014 but most of all, I was freezing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Having lived in a tropical place all my life, my city reaching degrees in the high 30s, sometimes even low 40s, one could say I was inaptly prepared for the Canadian September weather. Children left and right laughed and cheered in their thin sweaters while I stood in a corner wrapped in a black winter coat. As wind ran through my hair, agitation ran through my mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Luckily, I was soon approached by an amiable girl standing next to me. A wonderful new friend whom, we found out only moments later, I shared a class with. My nervosity was mostly gone and replaced with contentment; perhaps today wouldn\u2019t be as lonely as I thought it\u2019d be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The contentment I felt only grew as I progressed through the week: my friend and I became lunch buddies and we met other classmates to hang out with. We traded wisdoms, cracked jokes and bonded over random topics we enjoyed. I learned the true meaning of loyalty, experienced the aftermath of falling-outs and overall evolved as a person. Our friend group grew larger and the nagging voice in my head grew smaller.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The weeks soon turned into months that turned into a full school year\u2014 suddenly, sixth grade had ended, and I was ageing up to be a seventh-grader. However, that one act of goodwill from my friend would never be forgotten, nor will the experiences that came along with it; the feelings of joy, dejection and averageness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Though I\u2019m sorry to say we are no longer friends, I still cherish the memories we shared. Had she not walked up to me that day, who knows what I\u2019d have ended up like now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Thanks to that fateful day, the Canadian cold is no longer a terrible foe, but rather, a welcome acquaintance.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cIt\u2019s cold.\u201d &#8211; Elle That was all I could think of the moment I hopped off the yellow bus. I stood in front of the schoolyard gates, staring at the vast crowd of students and parents whilst clutching my jacket<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":86,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[49,48,50,44,47,9,43,42,4,46,51,45],"class_list":["post-85","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-canada","tag-classmates","tag-cold","tag-first-day","tag-friends","tag-learning","tag-new-beginnings","tag-new-school","tag-school","tag-schoolyard","tag-september","tag-sixth-grade"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/concepcions.us\/elle\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/3\/2021\/02\/student-school-back-to-school-schoolyard.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/concepcions.us\/elle\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/85","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/concepcions.us\/elle\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/concepcions.us\/elle\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/concepcions.us\/elle\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/concepcions.us\/elle\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=85"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/concepcions.us\/elle\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/85\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":89,"href":"https:\/\/concepcions.us\/elle\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/85\/revisions\/89"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/concepcions.us\/elle\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/86"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/concepcions.us\/elle\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=85"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/concepcions.us\/elle\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=85"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/concepcions.us\/elle\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=85"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}