Moving School

Who could have thought moving schools could bring my mom and me so much closer. I had always understood my mom but I never realized how much she understood me. I had just graduated from elementary school and was ready to go to the big six team. Middle school was just around the corner. I had hoped that I was staying at the same school because it went up to the 8th grade but my mom had planned otherwise.

One day on a hot June afternoon my mom told me we were moving schools. I didn’t hear her so I asked for her to repeat the statement. She repeated what she said in a cool crisp manner. I thought my mom was mumbling one of her routing jokes. But when I looked at her, she looked dead serious. So serious that she could’ve cracked a mirror just staring at it. I knew she wasn’t joking. My palms became sweaty, I could feel my heart beating in my chest waiting to come out. I felt as if my soul were being dragged down in the depths of despair. I felt angry, sad, perplexed, as if all the feelings in the world came together. As I stood in shock waiting for my mom to say something I asked her why we had to move schools.

“Because it will be better for you and it will be easier if you adapt a young age to public school” she said calmly. Those words sounded like gibberish to me. That sentence were the only words my mom told me for the rest of the hour. Later that day she told me that my old school was a charter school and not an average public school. My old school did not have lockers, a cafeteria, or even a period system. We would be in one class the entire day and we would be taught all our core subjects by our two teachers. For lunch we would have a microwave and would warm up our