Columnist Leigh Newman looks back on the dos and don’ts of that horrible, wonderful first day back in the classroom -- and how they apply to us today.

By Leigh Newman

The First Person Who Talks To You Isn’t Necessarily Your New Best Friend
You may want her to be your best friend. In fact, way back in seventh grade when you were sitting at a lunch table alone, knowing no one in that whole cafeteria full of laughing, seat-saving people, she may have seemed as if she could be such a person -- as long as you ignored her bubbling enthusiasm for Wednesday’s after-school "Coven Club." And so you invited her over to spend the night. Six months later, you realized you’d spent most of your junior-high experience hanging out in her room, chanting ineffective, creepy spells until you finally admitted to yourself that you two had nothing in common.

Twenty years later, when you are sitting at dinner at a yoga retreat alone, you need to remember this moment from the past, because the first person who talks to you may actually end up being your best friend -- or she may be a total nutcase (and often she is; that is why she is talking to you; she’s exhausted everybody else and is pouncing on you in hopes of a fresh start). Instead, wait for the second or third or fourth or 80th person -- the one whose company you enjoy instead of the one whose company merely dulls that ancient fear in your soul of never making friends with anybody ever. Or, better yet, be the one who gets up and talks to that interesting-looking person also eating all by herself. She is waiting for you.

Tall, Scary, Loud People Aren’t Always Tall, Scary and Loud
Perhaps you had a chemistry teacher like mine who walked into 10th grade with an 80-page syllabus, barking out all kinds of regulations, such as, "If you don’t turn your paper in on the day it’s due, it doesn’t exist!" or "Chewing gum gets you two weeks in after-school study hall!" There were reasons behind her approach. For one, fear can be an effective motivator. But I only understood all those reasons later -- much later. At the time she was merely a scary, loud, tall person standing at the front of the room.

At the end of 10th grade, after when we had turned in our papers on time and not chewed any gum, she threw us a party. By party, I mean a liter of Coke and a bag of Hershey’s Kisses. Then she patted us all on our backs -- awkwardly -- and told us how proud she was of our performance. We were teenagers, and thus stunned. We couldn’t believe there was a human being inside there. But there is always a human in there, even with rigid, terrifying bosses at work -- and eventually, that human comes out. That human may not give you a huge, all-cash raise and buy you Jell-O shots every Friday. But she may leave you an anonymous latte on your desk on the day your boyfriend dumps you or praise you for nailing the presentation (in her office with the door closed so that nobody can hear). Now that you’re an adult, your job is to know this will happen one day, and be less freaked out by the tall, scary, loud people. Once you do an excellent job for them, they will soften. Understanding this will make your life -- and theirs -- more, well, human.

Sit In The Place Where You Want To Sit For The Rest of The Year
Not to be crass, but where we place our derrieres says more about us than we’d like. In school, if you wanted to be thought of as the quiet girl who sat in the back, you sat there -- and, in effect, that’s who you were. And if you wanted to be thought of as the head of the class, you sat right up front.

Is your book club or volunteer meeting that different? If you eventually want to be the one running things, plant yourself at a power end of the table (hint: there are two of them) and voice your opinions. If you want to coast by and just enjoy the group, without handing over half your life, sit over by wall. The nice thing about being a grown-up (and not in school), is that you have the life experience to understand what you want -- and choose accordingly.

You Will Never Use Half The Supplies You Were Told You’d Absolutely Need
Those triangle-y pink erasers you stick on the end of pencils? Six packs of Kleenex? Really? And yet on the first day of fourth grade, you bought every supply on the list believing that the teacher might call on you and suddenly demand you present all 17 of your 17 black (not gel!) pens. Only after many, many years did you figure out that the teacher does not do this -- ever. Further, if you were going to need, say, a graphing calculator, your teacher usually brought it up the day before, allowing you to stop by Staples with Mom and buy one.

On your next trip to the computer store, as the salesman tries to convince you that you need office software (at 200 bucks a pop) plus an external hard drive and a few $50 cords, pause and think of your never-used-yet-always-purchased protractor. Then just buy the computer you came for and come back later for the extras you really need. People are always going to tell you that you need stuff; they are trying to help. But you know best what you will actually use -- and what you won’t.

Stride Forth With Confidence -- Even If You Suspect You’re Walking Down The Completely Wrong Hallway
In sixth grade, I got lost every day for the first week. The middle-school hallways were numerous and yet disturbingly alike (green carpet, lockers, green carpet, lockers). Add to this: There were eighth-graders watching, sophisticated and detail-oriented eighth-graders who were not going to forget if you burst into tears due to the fact that you could not find your Language Arts class. The trick was either to walk like an eight-grader (saunter) or walk by them in such a blur they did not register you (stride). Being incapable of the former, I chose the latter. It worked very well -- so well that I also found out that you can stride right into a closet full of basketballs.

As we get older, we worry less about impressing the cool kids loitering in the corridors of our lives -- but the walking style nevertheless remains useful. A recent study at Florida Atlantic University found that those who stride (long steps, arms bouncing) for three minutes felt "significantly happier" than those who shuffled (small steps, slumped shoulders, looking down).

Pack Your Own Lunch
Be it the high school cafeteria or the corporate cafeteria, food from home is cheaper and better tasting.

There Is No Work On The First Day
All of us have a lot of feeling about first days. We worry about making new friends; getting the smart, nice teacher (or boss). We worry we won’t know enough to keep up in class (or at the PTA meeting) or that everyone else will know something we don’t. Neck-and-neck with the anxiety is the excitement, because this might be the year when we’re voted school president (or promoted to VP of marketing)! This might be the day when the cute older guy at the bus stop (or a cute man at the French-cinema lecture series ) finally instantly falls in love with us! But we forget the most crucial point: There is no work on the first day. There are no tests (or presentations) or research (or fundraising calls) or oral reports (or speeches to the committee). You just show up, get through the newness of it all, and go home where, you hope, you will enjoy milk and cookies (or nachos and margaritas).

Leigh Newman is the deputy editor of Oprah.com and the author of Still Points North: One Alaskan Childhood, One Grownup World, One Long Journey Home.

Earlier on HuffPost:

  • Lesson 1: Love Like A Life Depends On It
    Kathy, the stoic narrator of Kazuo Ishiguro's novel Never Let Me Go, has always felt a connection with her boarding-school classmate Tommy. (Warning: spoilers ahead.) While the two have some extraordinary circumstances with which to contend -- they happen to be clones, created so that their organs may be harvested -- their romance operates under the usual rules. So when Kathy's best friend stakes her claim on Tommy, Kathy walks away. By the time Kathy and Tommy find each other again, he's on his deathbed. In their world, rumor has it that clones may receive a deferral that will spare their life, if they can prove they are really in love... and thus human. Sure, love saves us all, but in this instance, love would really, really save Tommy, who is about to have all of his organs removed. As Kathy puts it, "There was something in Tommy's manner that was tinged with sadness, that seemed to say: 'Yes, we're doing this now and I'm glad we're doing it now. But what a pity we left it so late.'" Tommy may be correct, but what we love about Kathy is that even in an existence defined by disappointment, when she should know better, she allows herself to love generously -- as if that deferral were still possible -- long after she finds out that it is not. We should all love like it will save us from being sliced open. You know, so to speak. Never Let Me Go Kazuo Ishiguro Vintage
  • Lesson 2: Access Your Inner Greek Goddess
    Ever wonder how you'd survive if things got bad? Really bad? Like if you were 15, pregnant, poor, your mother was dead, your father was an alcoholic and you were living in the path of Hurricane Katrina? Esch, in Jesmyn Ward's National Book Award–winning Salvage the Bones, summons her inner strength in part by channeling her favorite nymphs and goddesses from Greek myths. At a chaotic store where panicked people are stocking up for the coming storm, Esch says, "I am small, dark: invisible. I could be Eurydice walking through the underworld to dissolve, unseen." When her boyfriend rejects her, she says, "In every one of the Greeks' mythology tales, there is this: a man chasing a woman, or a woman chasing a man." Our struggles are never just our own; even 15-year-old Esch knows there is a larger story somewhere that can help us understand our own lives. As things get worse and worse, as they do in these sorts of stories, she not only finds that she has the strength to survive it all but also reminds us that even when we don't find love or support from the people from whom we want to receive it, that doesn't mean others aren't offering it. Salvage the Bones Jesmyn Ward Bloomsbury USA
  • Lesson 3: Even The Insufferably Perfect Have To Work At It
    We know, we know: Jo, with all her rough-and-tumble imperfections, is everyone's favorite little woman. But perhaps the true heroine of Louisa May Alcott's classic is the matriarch of the March family, Marmee, who raises her four girls alone while her husband's at war and never seems to so much as turn a hair. Meanwhile, some of us (not naming any names) lose our patience completely by 8:00 a.m. at the third "Oops, I dropped my dolly in the toilet!" Like Jo, we can all look to Marmee to answer the question: "How did you learn to keep still?" The sage Marmee’s answer: "I am not patient by nature... I must try to practice all the virtues I would have my little girls possess." Good to know that even literature's most perfect mother has to work at it. Little Women Louisa May Alcott Signet Classics
  • Lesson 4: Focus On Your Skills, Not Your Scars
    Today's glass ceiling looks like a skylight when you consider the forces a working woman in early 19th-century Japan had to contend with. Orito Aibagawa -- the facially scarred Japanese midwife-in-training in David Mitchell's The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet -- is studying medicine under a Dutch doctor, a privilege unheard of for a woman in her time and place. (She earned it only by delivering a powerful magistrate's seemingly stillborn son.) She goes on to be kidnapped by monks and detained in a nunnery, but later escapes -- managing in the process to blow the lid off a despicable, far-reaching scandal victimizing women and babies (in true "Raiders of the Lost Ark" fashion, no less). Above all, Orito believes that her talents for medicine and midwifery must be used to save lives and that she can't be distracted by little things like her own troubles or even the suitors vying for her affections. "Self-pity," she reminds herself, "is a noose dangling from a rafter." Scarred, underestimated and kidnapped by evil monks -- hey, we all have our trials -- Orito survives it all in total superhero style. The Thousand Autums of Jacob de Zoet David Mitchell Random House
  • Lesson 5: Become Part Of The Story
    Juliet Ashton, in the epistolary novel The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, is a writer living in post–World War II London who has begun to experience some degree of success and feels the pressure to make her next book a real winner. But Juliet finds herself stuck on her current project, along with just about every aspect of her life. Then a letter left in an old novel draws her into an exchange with Dawsey Adams, a bookish farmer on the remote island of Guernsey. Dawsey begins to reveal to Juliet the story of how Guernsey survived German occupation, and soon Juliet is corresponding with all the members of this close-knit community. Not only does she decide to tell their story -- "Every biography should be written within a generation of its subject's life, while he or she is still in living memory," she explains -- but she also allows herself to fall in love with these people (and, ahem, one in particular), despite the fact they are so unlike her pals in the big city. In fact, Juliet follows her fascination to the point of entering into their story. She travels to the island of Guernsey, and by the end she has married one of her pen pals and adopted another (and, you guessed it, found a subject for her new book). Imagine it: researching a place, finding it interesting, connecting with the people and then, not writing about it or looking at photos online or watching a movie about it, but plunging ahead, full-bore, into a new life. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows Dial Press Trade Paperback
  • Lesson 6: Choose Love Over Money
    George Eliot's sprawling novel Middlemarch tells, among its many narrative strands, the story of Dorothea Brooke, an idealistic woman who makes the mistake most likely to ruin a life: She marries the wrong man. (Warning: spoilers ahead.) Reverend Edward Casaubon is ambitious and scholarly -- and, Dorothea soon learns, cold, distant and self-centered. She had hoped to help him finish his life's work, an important book called The Key to All Mythologies, only to realize that he has no interest in her thoughts or even really in the work itself. Conveniently, he dies. Inconveniently, he writes in his will that if Dorothea marries his estranged relation Will Ladislaw, she can't inherit Casaubon's money and property. Conveniently, Dorothea finds the man who actually is right for her, who respects her mind and loves her for who she is. Inconveniently, it happens to be this very same Will Ladislaw. Even more inconveniently, he has no income or land of his own. Here was a society that didn't encourage independence or self-awareness in women at all, and here was a woman who saw the error in her -- perfectly respectable, but not right for her -- life choices, and figured out how to be happy in spite of resistance. We all have our Dorothea-like notions about what we should do, about who we should be. How much courage would it take to actualize what is true about ourselves? Middlemarch George Eliot Penguin Classics
  • Lesson 7: Learn That You Are Lovable
    When we meet 12-year-old Maggie Turner, the heroine of Sylvia Cassedy's underrated young-adult novel Behind the Attic Wall, she's scowling, dressed in brown and almost immediately vomits. As a kid reading this book, I loved her. She's the anti-Alice, the un-Annie -- a grouchy mess of an orphan who seems to resist all friendly advances, all inklings of pleasantness. After getting sent to live with her stern maiden aunts in a creepy mansion, she doesn't want to find a world of wonder, she just wants to break stuff. Then she discovers a pair of dolls in the attic who talk to her. This is a child who has never had a single friend, mind you, and it is truly with a joyful excitement that you watch her start to take care of the dolls, to join them in their never-ending tea party, to help them take some air in the garden (a strip of flowered wallpaper). Maggie's self-loathing is so complete that she hates her own name and finds even her knees to be ugly; accepting that she might be capable of loving, worthy of being loved, comes as a complete surprise to her. But guess what? After practicing on the dolls, she finds herself ready to love actual humans too, and -- to her, this is the biggest surprise of all -- ready to be loved in return. Behind the Attic Wall Sylvia Cassedy HarperCollins
  • Lesson 8: Make Fascinating Friendships
    The impoverished old man who lives in room 3327 of the New Yorker Hotel is obsessed with pigeons -- one in particular, which he calls his wife. He claims that he has communicated with Mars, created a death ray, and invented electricity, radio and remote control. He thinks that telephones will some day not need wires. Clearly, he's a kook. But Louisa Dewell, the hotel chambermaid who narrates Samantha Hunt's beautiful historical novel The Invention of Everything Else, befriends this lonely man. Turns out, he's Nikola Tesla, who actually did pioneer alternating-current electricity and was responsible for countless other inventions, but now finds himself snubbed and forgotten. Not only does this friendship infuse variety into Louisa's mind-numbing job, but it offers her insight into the life of her own father and, just maybe, the chance to reconnect with her long-dead mother. Too often we look for new friends who are, well, pretty much just like us. Louisa's story shows that by opening up, by offering a lonely person some attention, by learning to listen, to really listen, we may stumble upon a friendship unlike any other. The Invention of Everything Else Samantha Hunt Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Lesson 9: Create Your Own Universe
    The 10-year-old narrator of The Land of Decoration has the total underdog package: dead mother, weird father, strange religion, school bullies. But Judith McPherson has found a way to make sense of life: a diorama of the universe that she has built in her room -- planets, oceans, factories and all. When everything seems to be against you, you could retreat in anger or fear. Or you could collect bottle caps and orange peels and make a new world of your own. The Land of Decoration Grace McCleen Henry Holt and Company