Lend a Hand, Part 2.

Middle school has a certain scent to it.

I can't really describe it--but walk into any middle school and you will immediately understand what I'm saying. Middle schools have this scent of cold air and paint and I don't know what else. Whatever that scent is, it takes you back.

Hand Middle School smells like that. When I walked in, I felt like I was 13 again. I felt like I should have braces and glasses and that I should be wearing capri pants and platform sandals and an Aeropostale t-shirt with a monkey on it. What made it even more like middle school was all of the artwork on the walls (I went to an arts middle school). It was almost intimidating, walking into that situation again.

What's more intimidating, though, is the thought of mentoring a girl who is as awkward as I was back then. It's exciting, yes, but it's still kind of scary. What if she doesn't like me? What if I don't like her? There are a million things that could go wrong.

But, as my boyfriend says, there are also a million things that could go right. She and I could really hit it off, and maybe I could really make an impact. I honestly don't care if I personally get anything out of this experience (though I'm sure I will)--I just want my mentee to get something out of it. I want them to be able to trust me and be able to see me as a friend, a sister, or anything else they need.

And so the journey begins...

Keep it classy and fabulous!
xoxo, Laura!