It was a great year, my dad recently got a new job and my mom got a promotion at her job. I did not know that everything that I was accustomed to was about to change. I was in a very small school from kindergarten until fifth grade where there were about ten people in my grade throughout elementary school. This is what I lived with and this was what I was used to. Because of this, when my parents told me that I was moving to a new city and was going to go to a public school, I was petrified. I would have to move away from all of my friends that I have known since kindergarten, my teachers that I have known since I was five, and my elementary school, which would all eventually become a blur in my mind. The thought of leaving all of the things that I have known my whole life was terrifying. To add on top of this, …show more content…
I did not think I was ready for this. Since my family did not know we were moving until a week into school, my first day at Crabapple Middle School was two weeks into the official school year. As I walked into the large building I was overwhelmed and confused. All the halls and lockers were very unusual for me. After walking around like an idiot for ten minutes,someone walked up to me and offered to help me find my homeroom. Turns out, the halls were very organized once you knew where the halls were. This random student also happened to be in my homeroom so he brought me there. After the normal “new student” introduction, I had no clue what to do. Everyone was talking amongst their friends and I was just sitting there as an outcast. After a good five minutes of staring into space, another kid walked up and said, “Don’t just sit there, come talk to us”. After that, homeroom went as expected, and I
Before I enrolled into SAC, I was a non-fan of sports, nervous, young man, who heard about SAC from a friend in Upper School and has tons of hopes for Grade 9. Something was hold me back to go to SAC. , although that "something” terminated after I knew that everyone were Andrean Brothers and that's why I'm currently aiming to perfect the role of a well-rounded citizen. As they say, “Friends are the most ingredient in the recipe of life”. Friends, like Daniel Zhao, who told me about this school changed my whole life. Once I stepped on Andrean soil, I knew that I was part of something special. In addition, I never had "fun" in sports events because I thought I might get hurt. Yet when I joined SAC sports teams, I was afraid
Never having been on my own before it was not surprising that I shook with fear when I was left alone at the Asheville Airport in North Carolina. I was in 8th grade and having said my good-byes to my family, I struggled into the airport with my luggage, completely alone.
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
To say that I was fearful would be an understatement. It was a new school, new grade, and new people. I was anxious that people wouldn't like or accept me. What if they didn't talk to me? What if I didn't fit in? These questions and many more were running through my head. But I didn't have to worry! Not even two minutes after I found a seat someone started talking to me, and before I knew it, I had more friends than I ever had in
For the first three or four months getting use to the schedule and routines was a hard yet manageable task to handle. I had to make new friends, try out for new sports teams, adapt to the environment I was put into, and keep my grades up. The entire school year was a crazy rollercoaster ride, and I was dying to get off. Towards the end of the sixth grade school year, my parents sat down my siblings and me, and told us the best news anyone could bring to the table. We were going to move back home to Indiana. The news was intensifying and incredible towards our family. We would finally be able to get to see all of our relatives and friends
At the start of the new year at Options I just couldn't get it right. I was off task because I was using a computer;therefore I had a somewhat slow start.
One day, I woke up to the sound of an explosion and saw my life flash through my eyes. Without even thinking, I ran to my parents’ room and saw something that changed my life. Both of my parents were looking through the window and crying over the horrible view. At that time, all we saw was smoke coming out of our neighboring street. My dad turned the TV on and we all saw the terrifying view up close. There were cars on fire, houses destroyed and people screaming for help.
Moving is hard, but it's not as bad as most people think it is. I moved at the end of my sophomore year to a new town and new school. I have never even been in the town I was moving to. I was struggling with a lot of things mentally and I was really worried I wouldn't have friends or even family to talk to about anything, after a week or two I found out I was wrong.
Loud hallways, crowded lunches, and full classrooms.When I started high school at Spartanburg High School. It was very scary. At first it was hard trying to find my classes, but I got the hang of it the second day.My experience during my ninth grade year was fun. Some days I had an awesome day, and other days was very stormy. I have learned a lot of differences about the transition. Although I thought the transition from middle school to high school would be easy, but to me it was not easy at all. If I could warn upcoming eighth graders about life at Spartanburg High School, I would warn them about friendships and requirements, such as being on time to class and academics.
It 's 6am and I hear my mother calling me, "if you don 't get up and do your chores you won 't go to school". This was a constant reminder of what our responsibilities were if we wanted to go to Elementary School. For my brothers and I, it was scary to think that we wouldn 't be able to attend school, because there were not many options for us besides working in the farm with our father. Attending school was in itself a job, we had to get up early in the morning and do several chores just to be allowed to go and if we didn 't take care of our responsabilaties our parents would sign us out of school and expect us to go work. It didn 't matter what age we were, everyone was needed to do something around the farm.
After grade 3 ended, my parents told me we were moving to a new area which meant I would have to go to a new school. Boy, was I happy. A new chapter of life would begin. I was an A student at Lynnwood heights and I was very social. There was absolutely nothing to worry about. Or so I thought. When school started, I was completely caught by surprise. I had no idea what my teachers were teaching me. My teacher was exceptionally strict and it didn’t help I had no friends early on. They probably thought I was stupid because I couldn't even solve the simplest questions, I eventually learned why it was very different at Kennedy Public school. Lynnwood Heights was ranked 2000 in the province while my new school, Kennedy was ranked
At this point Joy and Sadness had reached their lowest point in the pit of forgotten memories, and now with the help of a friend they are out of that dark place. The two emotions are on their way back up to headquarter; back to their normal life. That is where I was junior year. The problems in my life were being resolved and I had reconnected with my friends. Junior year was going great! All of my classes were going well and I had even raised my overall grade point average. I believe this is the point in my life where I just really opened up. I became a ton my social and expressive. The biggest thing I overcame that year was learning to stand up for myself and not take as much crap from others. I had always allowed myself to be pushed around by my peers and I would do anything to just make people like me. Now, I don’t really care a whole lot if people like me; I’m going to express my opinion on a topic whatever it may be. Also I tried to separate myself from the people in my life who made me feel miserable and lowered my self esteem. I grew so much mentally, and it really has helped me with knowing who my real friends are and where I
The last words a teenager wants to hear is that she must move for the fifteenth time in her life, this time an hour and a half away from her beloved high school. This was what I was told the summer before my junior year because my mom, after having worked difficult, low paying jobs for years, finally got a decent paying job that she enjoyed. She’d already been commuting for a few months, an hour and a half each way everyday. My small family decided we’d be alright with moving away from our little town of Anacortes, but I made the decision for myself that I would not change to a new high school because of the deep connection I shared with my teachers and friends. I truly felt like my teachers cared about my education more than I’d ever experienced, and I didn’t want to give away those connections.
It was my first time in middle school. As I entered I felt as if I was one fish in an ocean, this made me suddenly shy.
Take a deep breath, I instructed myself while pacing around my bedroom. Thoughts were circling through my head. What about my friends? I won’t know anyone. A flurry of contradictory ideas flooded my brain in response. But you don’t know if it’s better there. Exhausted, I plopped down on my bed and let out a sigh. I had to choose between staying at my home-school, or going to a new middle school that had just opened up called Metro.