I round the corner and I think to myself
“Today is the day.”
as I make my way down the crowded hallway,
a couple bronze curls fall into my eyes.
I push them back into place, and for a brief moment,
I think about getting a hair cut soon.
I drop the idea-
I often regret cutting my hair short.
The curls bunch up and I look like a brunette version of “Annie” the Orphan.
And somehow 1982 haircuts, are not quite “in”.

“Focus!” I tell myself,
“Remember, today is the day.”
I am just a bundle of nerves,
and mange to bump into at least four people
on my way to French.
I am like a human pinball.
And each person walking down the hallway
is a rubber bumper,
bumping me
and sending me into a new direction.

I finally get to my French class,
I sit down, and I can’t stop my knees from shaking,
as I wait for him to enter through the doorway.
Seconds feel like hours, as I try to run through
what I am going to say to him.
Then there he is, sweeping into the class.
I can’t help but jump a little in my seat,
as the bell rings.

He takes his usual seat, in front of me.
Then he turns around and says
“Hey, why so jumpy?”
in such a sweet tone.
I said “Because...today is the day..”
“The day of what?” he asks politely.
“The day of...” I try to tell him,
but the words simply refuse leave my lips
“The day of our French Mid-term”
He nods and turns back around.

I slumped down into my seat,
and think
“Tomorrow...Tomorrow is the day I tell him, I like him.”