Have you ever had to move schools in the most important year of your life? Well, this year was supposed to be the best year for me. It was the summer of my 6th grade year it was like every summer, but this one was not going to end well. I used to live in Superior, WI I loved it there I had so many friends that I cared about and so many people who cared about me. It was not fun having to tell my friends who I was friends with for five years that I had to go.
The day my grandma who I was living with at the time sat me down and casually asked,
“ How would you feel about moving.” I replied very angrily “ No I have good friends here I'm not going to move”! The next day she sat me down again and eminently I told her “No I have good friends here
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School starts soon so I decided I'm going to dye my hair dark purple. I was going with a black theme with all my close. The first day of school, I was so scared because of all the black close I was very hard to approach. When it was time for homeroom, I was very happy because I was new I don't have friends I was not going up to everyone and saying “oh my god I missed you so much it's been so long how was camp.” wherein homeroom now and no one sat by me but I thought you know what that's ok because then I don't have to talk to people. When my teacher introduced me to the other students it was ok when she said: “ok class we have a new student her name is jasmine she will be joining us this year.” I thought that was a very teacher thing to say, but when she asked if anyone was willing to take me to every class today one person raised their hand he seemed nice so I was ok. I got through all my first classes and now it's time for lunch this same kid puts me next to a whole table of boys. So I ate my lunch and went to recess, I learned how to play gaga ball with this kid, he said we were friends I was so happy to have a friend on the first day of school. I got through the rest of the day ok. It's been a couple of months and I do the same thing every day. I'm strung to get in a lot of fight with this kid I was friends with, their four so he kicked me out of the
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So last year in my hometown my mom had approached me and told me that we were moving to Fresno. And that I would be moving to a new school. The thought of leaving, scared me and just made me so angry and full of woe. I have stayed in the same place my whole life. It is where I met my closest friends, it is where I had my first steps, it is where I have done everything. And I also had to make new friends which I suck at, and was soo scared to do. I was mostly scared of what everyone would think of me. And just curious about how everything looked and where everything was. And after all that scaredness and anger it finally came, the first day of school. It was time I had to try and make new friends and go to this humongous new high school and try to fit in.
Switching schools is one of the scariest things anyone could do. It requires an insane amount of strength to go through with it. You completely uproot yourself. Leaving everything and everyone you know. It's a daunting task for even the most social of students or teachers. Back in my eighth grade, my peers and I had to all face that. My old school only went up to the eighth grade. Which meant every single one of us would have to branch off and journey to a new school. There were only about five boys in my entire class. But they were all going to schools where you needed good grades to get in. Me, I wasn’t much of a student. I was far worse than I am now. In fact, since I automatically graduated, I never cared enough to do the work. And somehow I managed to get past their repercussions they had in place for students like me. So I went through the year and I didn’t do much. I even did a whole assignment that was supposed to take all year in one day. In short, I was a terrible student. Which also meant I couldn’t go to the same school all my friends were going to attend. Which was depressing to say the least. After all, I’ve never been great at the social aspect of life. Especially back then. So this whole thought
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The year I actually think will be great, is now not going to be after all. Moving to a new school would mean having to make new friends, as my mom was about to say before I interrupted her. I grab a tissue and wipe the tears flowing down my face. I hate new changes happen to me. I do not start over as well as other students.
and that 's when I moved to another school. Moving was more like a new beginning for me
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Yet those school transfers have allowed me to adapt to new environments and understand situations that I truly believe have made my understanding of others iso profound that it is only surpassed by those twice my age. My switch from St. Josephs Collegiate Institute to Amherst High School in my sophomore year was perhaps the toughest point in my life. I knew I had to leave a school where most of the kids were absolutely nothing like me, even if most of them were great kids. I knew exactly what I needed to do, much like I do now. There were reasons I wanted to stay of course, I felt that if I transferred I would betray my best friend.