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Topic: First Day of School (06/28/04)

TITLE: My First Day Of High School
By Barbara Ann Smith


Our household is full of hustle and bustle as we shop for new clothes, shoes and school supplies to begin the new school year. I am like all the other girls, searching for bargains and the right outfits. Girls search for hours looking for low cut jeans and a top to expose their pierced belly buttons. Mom looks anxious as other girls walk out with their low cuts and short-short mini-tops. She doesn't say a word to me but I can see in her eyes what she is thinking - "I hope you use better judgement in your selection." I browse around looking at various different types of jeans and tops, deciding on the ones not showing my navel and selecting a top coming down over my jeans. I try them on and come out of the dressing room for Mom's approval. The smile on her face makes my selection a first-rate one. I know; I've pleased her with my choice.

The week goes by quickly. It's Monday morning and I'm dressing for school. I put on a casual dress and pull my hair back in a ponytail. I walk to the bus stop; all the kids there are standing around in their new clothes. All of the girls have on their new low cuts and mini-tops exposing a lot of their body. One girl teased, "You're not going to get a date dressed in those clothes. Did you forget to dress this morning?" I wanted to cry but I held my head high and gave her a kind smile. She replies, "Are you laughing at me?" I kept my eyes on her and replied, "No, I'm trying to be friendly with you." She turns and starts whispering to the other girls and they all turn around to laugh at me. I keep a smile on my face and don't respond.

My first day of high school was miserable because in each class the girls' poked fun of me in my casual attire, little make-up, and my hair pulled back with a matching ribbon. One girl commented, "You know Martha, you're in high school now," I felt I didn't want to ever go back to school. This big lump was in my throat, I held back the tears until I got off the bus, and then I let the tears roll. As I stood under an oak tree in the shade, I saw these initials engraved on the tree's trunk, WWJD, I thought about those initials all the way home but didn't know what they meant. I got my composure before getting back to the house; I didn't want my family to see my hurt. As I entered the house, I ask Mom, "What does WWJD mean? Have you ever heard those words?" Mom look surprised and responded, "Where did you see those words written?" I replied, "On an oak tree when I came home from school." A smile, and an answer, "It means, What Would Jesus Do?"

The next morning, I put on my high cut jeans and a pullover top, left for the bus stop. Arriving, the girls started laughing and pointing at my pants and top. I stood silent, tears scream to roll down my cheeks, but I held them as tight as I could inside my lids. Then the girls asked, "Are you expecting a draft - you're wrapped up like it's winter?" I turned, looked each of them in their eyes and replied, "What would Jesus want me to wear to school?" The sniggering girls hung their heads down and never poked fun of my clothes again. Jesus saw my need, and sent His message to let me know He was there and He was still in command.

Member Comments
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L.M. Lee07/05/04
wwjd - good advice...my kids told me another one...


Devil just won't win!

just like in your story.
Dan Blankenship 07/05/04
Having two teenage daughters, I absolutely loved the story. There was only one part I would fix.

[ I ask Mom, "What does WWJD mean? Have you ever heard those words?" Mom look surprised and responded, "Where did you see those words written?" ]

I would have replaced words with letters. "Where did you see those letters written?" etc.

Other than that, I found it to be perfect!

God Bless!

Lisa Bumgarner07/05/04
What great courage and resolve! How terrific to hear of someone who truly knows the meaning of being set apart for God's purposes! We can all learn something from you!
gillian liversedge07/05/04
Well done. I admire your bravery. I have a 14 year old daughter who has been uncompromising in her satnd for Jesus. She has paid a huge price, but is reaping a great reward even now in terms of personal growth and stature. Once again, well done!
Linda Germain 07/06/04
Oh my dear, how different the world would be if all girls thought the way you do! Wonderful story. My son used to wear a little velcro bracelet with WWJD on it. He went to a Christian school and it was the rage for awhile.(All Christians need to wear one as a reminder, even if it is invisable.) Keep standing tall girl, you have a lot of folks who will back you! Love, LG
Theresa Knight07/06/04
Barbara,brings back memories of how it was for me in junior high school. I felt like I was there. Good job!
Arvind Masireddy07/07/04
Iam from India. The story is really touchy. It has to be read by one and all. I wonder what the girls in our country would feel after reading such a great story.
Melanie Kerr 07/08/04
This story would also fit in nicely with the next writing challenge - peer pressure. From a teacher's standpoint I would go for the cover up every time! Some of the girls I teach, I would like to tell to go home and come back properly attired for school.
Carol Shaffron07/08/04
It's the pressure that turns coal into diamonds I've heard. Seems God has His mark on you for a true leader. Stand strong and tall-if you can refuse to compromise in the little things, God can trust you with the big ones. Thank you for being so transparent and real.
Helen Dowd07/08/04
Good for you, Barbara. I am glad you took a stand and stuck to it. Had you not seen those initials on the tree, the devil could have talked you into conforming to the way of the other girls. But Jesus stood by you. And the next time temptation to bow to peer pressure comes along, you will be that much stronger. This story would also fit nicely with next week's topic, "Peer Pressure." You got my vote.