My First Locker
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My First Locker
I got my first locker in seventh grade. I was such a mess because I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to remember the combination or get it opened. However, that was not the case at all, as I can still remember the combination to this day: 19-25-21. However, I would end up not enjoying the locker scene so much due to some other circumstances.
My locker ended up becoming an unorganized filing cabinet. I would have papers everywhere, as well as books. I am surprised that I was able to find the correct book at the time I needed it.
Another problem that I had with the lockers is that other kids would want to socialize near them before school, in between passing periods, and then again after school. It seemed like these kids were doing nothing but talking to one another all day long. How did they know what to say to one another? I would often think that someone had handed these kids and even adults a book that told them what to talk about. I was missing that book.
The problem in this was not only the fact that I quickly became frustrated when I saw what was going on. I could see them socializing with one another and talking about stuff. The stuff I am referring to is what NTs would refer to as small talk. This seemed to be something that other kids did with little or no effort at all. On top of this, several people would congregate around my locker to socialize with other students who had lockers near me but were so much more popular than I was and ever would become. So with everyone often crowding around my locker, I couldn’t get to it when I needed to sometimes.
There were several occasions in which I went to get something from my locker or return something to my locker and there would be anywhere from five to ten people standing in front of my locker, just chitchatting. There were often times when I would need to get a book out of the locker to take to a class. I would stand around, waiting for the students to go away, but it seemed like they never did. Eventually, I would give up and just go on to class without the materials that I needed because I didn’t want to bother them by trying to get something from my locker. There were also plenty of afternoons in which I wouldn’t want to go to my locker after school, not because I didn’t want to—in fact, I needed to—but because there were once again people standing around my locker and blocking it from me. I felt as if my own locker was off limits to me and that other kids were using it. Often, I would go home without a jacket or coat because of this.