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Every school I attended was ephemeral to me since I was changing so often. When I was younger and living in Monterrey I went to a private school during kindergarten, suddenly we moved houses (still in Monterrey) and we had to change to another private school closer to our new house. Later on, during my 4th grade year in school, I was getting many questions from my peers asking me if I was gay or not and even though I wasn’t being bullied it bothered me because I wasn’t ready to answer that question so I asked my mother to change me to another school. After I begged, she moved me to another school for my 5th grade year, but I was only there for that year because the following year I would be moving to Laredo, TX. At the age of 10 I had already been through 4 schools which I believe taught me how to be social and how to make friends quickly. Changing schools also made me realize that friends aren’t always forever and sometimes you need to let them
Walking into my first day of freshman year I was scared out of my mind. The school was so big and I was far from being a very big person. I was only fourteen years old and since I am the oldest child in my family, the only upperclassmen I knew were the girls from the soccer team that I had been working out with all summer. The hallways were crowded with friends catching up after not seeing each other all summer and out of what seemed like a million people I saw that day, I barely knew anyone. When I first walked into my class, I figured out I was in community along with sixty-five other kids. The sad fact about that was it was more kids than were in my entire graduating class in middle school. I went to Pleasantview School for the Arts from fourth through eighth grade and it only accepted a ce...
During school the day before graduation, I thought that school was very fun and zestful! In first half of school, all we did was return our books to the teacher and talked about what we were going to do over the summer. The second part of the day was even more fun because we just relaxed and did completely nothing! Once school ended some, a few my friends and I rode our bikes to Greg Broeren’s house. We just played catch and basketball. That night I couldn’t sleep. I was so anxious.
I remember being so excited when we got the letter that said I would be in the sixth grade instead of going to the fifth grade. I had reversed a wrong that had been done to me the year before when I sat in a classroom of
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It was very hard moving to a new town in the summer of 1996. This event meant having to attend a new middle school and re-establish myself in a new environment. Even though I had moved a couple times before, that did not make this time any easier. I still had to make new friends and ground myself all over again. Yet I had no idea the positive impact this move would have on me.
A year went by and I started fourth grade. I absolutely adored my teacher and classmates. My teacher traveled a lot and she told us some really interesting stories. Then I found out we had to move again; it was awful. My parents even told my teacher that we were moving before me. I knew this move was going to a lot harder because we were moving mid-year. I was just starting to fit in, then it blew up in my face. I vowed never to make friends so I’d never have to miss someone I cared about.
When I was four years old mom taught me how to read. This made going to school easier because in kindergarten I already knew how to read. Kindergarden was my very first year of school. On the first day dad took so many pictures and videos of me. I thought I was going to hate school, but I didn’t, yay! So now I love school.
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It was my first day of sixth grade, my expectations for the year were high. If you told me what would happen to me that year, I would have never believed you. My sixth grade year was probably my worst year. If my sixth grade year never happened the way it did, I’d probably be a whole different person.
I was always in morning and after school programs because of my mom's work schedule but I got to do fun things and have a life as a child. I had always moved schools so I didn’t get to keep the friends I made but it also made me a good at making new friends wherever I went. Finally I got to stay at the same school for two years and move onto middle school with the same people I
In 2004, it was my first official time attending school in the United states. I started off as a kindergarten student at PS.215. As of today I still remember that it was a deranged day. I refused to go to school due to the new environment. It was my first time seeing so many new faces and hearing a new language I heard English everywhere I went. I had a stunned face on because so many questions started to appear in my mind. “How am I going to make new friends, “What am I going to do”? My mom walked me to class and told me you will definitely enjoy it. I took her words and went to class with tears all over my face.
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