“Stop worrying about what you have to lose and start focusing on what you have to gain.” -Anonymous Everyone has that trigger, their little switch that can change their life irrevocably, for better or for worse. Unfortunately for me, my switch flipped when I wanted it the least. I always considered the fact that I lived in the same area for many years a positive part of my life. Although my community wasn't high end or sophisticated, I had been there almost all my life, and it was my definition of normal My last year in middle school was a difficult year. I was excited to be in a class full of friends and was ready to finish the year off strong. Things did not go as planned, and two months after school started, my dad was admitted to the hospital, diagnosed with stage 4 stomach cancer. I remember sitting on the floor of my home, watching as the medics trudged in with their wet boots, tracking in mud while they placed my dad onto a stretcher. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the unconcerned tone the nurses used when they told my mom,” Your husband will be fine. Calm down. It’ll be okay.” Several months after my dad was admitted to the hospital, my family received the news that he did not have much time left. That was the …show more content…
I couldn’t understand the importance of moving. Every time we went to visit a new house, a flare of hatred and spite sparked inside me, and I would just act like the house wasn't good enough. We moved during that same summer after my 8th grade year and I spent the entire break angry about the move. Looking back, I did not see how this was affecting the people around me, for my biggest concern at that moment was the fact that I might be losing my closest friends. I kept my frustration in, which consequently, resulted in a swirling mess of negative feelings that ate away at
High school is meant to be the time of your life, but for most seniors just like me it can be some of the most emotional and crazy time. The things in my past make me who I am today, and the things I do now are the first footsteps into the future. I’ve learned a lot about myself in these past four years, and I still have so much learning to do. This is my high school story; the good, bad, and the ugly.
“Change is hard because people overestimate the value of what they have and underestimate the value of what they may gain by giving that up.”
Ask yourself, how was your 8th grade year… Was it good, bad, fun, or stressful? Well most of my 8th grade year was bad but the ending actually turned out good. The start of my year was exciting, but that was just the beginning. As time went on and the work started to come in, that's when things turned south for me. I started stressing about everything I had to do, I was getting to overwhelmed. I would catch myself slipping constantly and it was worrying me because I didn't want to get held back a year. I slowly started to lose all interest in all of my work.
I was told that this, my junior year, would be the easiest year of my high school career. And no, they were absolutely wrong. It was not just school and grades that I was concern about either. I had other things to worry about, things like, driving, clubs, friends and family. I however had no idea that it would be this difficult. Throughout this school year I have learned many things; like the value of sleep, whose really your friend, and that although very important, grades are not everything.
I spent the first twelve years of my life in a small town in Delaware, where I imagined I would always stay. Life in Delaware was not perfect but it was ideal for our family. Growing up in that small town made me accustomed to consistency, secureness, and a reliance on close family and friends. Whether it was because of my age or not, I never realized how blessed I was to have grown up in Bear, Delaware. That was until my dad accepted a promotion in the Midwest the winter of sixth grade. The idea of change shocked me, as it would for any other twelve year old unaware that people move from where they are from.
The neighborhood we moved to seemed like a little bigger version of our little neighborhood in the Bronx, so I thought it wouldn 't be too bad, and I even began to think this could be like home. However, like whenever you move somewhere new, you always have to make adjustments, and this was no different. Having to go to a new school in a new city without knowing anyone was scary at first, especially for your first year of middle school, but I made the adjustment rather quickly. The area I was in, was South Philadelphia, it also, like the Bronx, had a small neighborhood feeling to it, so even though at first it seemed like it would be way different, over time it turned out to be pretty good. It had a lot in common with what I was used to in the Bronx, from the markets to the food even to the people. The one thing that really helped me adjust was how small Philly felt compared to New York. For instance, Philly only has two real subway lines, so you could get from one side to the city in another in almost twenty to thirty minutes, you couldn’t even get out of a borough in that amount of time in New York. Another thing is that my family and I would go back up at least once a month at least for the first couple years for Holidays and just to see everyone, so it wasn’t like I was ever very far away. I ended up adjusting pretty good to Philly,
When I was nine years old, my parents, two siblings, and uncle decided that it was time for us to move from Missouri up to chilly Massachusetts. Both my uncle and father were construction workers. There were so many projects in Massachusetts, it was sensible for us to move. Financially, this was also the solution to our money problems. All around we were all very excited for this move, all except for myself. About halfway to Massachusetts, I had a gut feeling that this was a bad decision. Upon arrival, I felt like a fish out of water and, I was. Everything was so different compared to how Missouri was.
At last, my final year of high school is towards its end. I have had a very rough year for my twelfth grade year but I know that I can still do it.
On December 19, 2012, on the way back home from soccer practice, my parents broke the news to my brother and I that we were going to be moving to Orange County after spending a wonderful year in Chicago. Prior to our move to Chicago we lived in Sydney, Australia for three years. I had looked forward to the move back to the US from Australia for two reasons. One, I was beginning “middle school”, 5th grade, but was considered middle school there, and two, I found out that our family was moving back to the Windy City, well…a little north from there to a small village called Glencoe. Upon moving there, getting settled in, and starting school, I fell in love with the place and everybody who was associated with it as it was a small village with less than 2,000 people. I also did not expect to move anywhere and thought that this would be the place where I would grow up and call home. Naturally, after experiencing all this, when I found out the news about our relocation to
I would say that my childhood was very different from most children. For me, there really was no stable place that I would consider to be my true home. Due to my dad’s job in banking and finance, I have lived in Chicago, San Francisco, Boston and now Connecticut where I currently reside. As a child growing up, I remember very well, those feelings of nervousness and anxiety being the new kid in school. I would share to my classmates that I had just moved from a prior city and have lived in “this place and that place” and they would stare at me in awe. They had thought that I had the coolest childhood and was so fortunate to see all of the United States. However, for me, that was not what I wanted. I wanted stability. I wanted to develop a core
As a little kid I moved...a lot. I moved more than birds migrate, at least that's how it felt. Obviously as a child i had no say in moving so I just had to drop everything for the move. Due to this I don't feel like i can consider any one place home. I don't have any childhood friends that i've known for years. Honestly I feel robbed of my childhood! I constantly think about how my life could have been had my parents not been selfish bastards! But I guess that saying that makes me just as selfish.
I walked into the school feeling like what is the point of living. I early that week asked out someone and got denied. I was dealing with that my mom was sick in the hospital. She had a sensory overload and a nervous breakdown. It just hit me all that day on how much my life is a wreck. I immediately went to my
When the end of my 5th grade year had hit; A land mark of the most traumatizing event of my life was about to take place. My mom had left my father and took us along with her. Over the summer and a few addit...
At 13 years old I was diagnosed with cancer for a year. With all the overnight hospital stays was sometimes fun but got dull at times, because I wanted to see friends. Missing out on all the fun things that was going on at school, especially the field trips. Although being in the hospital did stop me from smiling I had a lot of support and comfort. All the family that visit and most importantly my favorite nurse Brittney.
My life got stressful on first day of second grade. I remember getting off the bus, eager to tell my parents all about what it felt like to be in second grade. As I walked in the door, I could feel that something was wrong. It was something in the air, a depressing mood. Instead of being greeted by a house of warm response, it was silent. I shouted for my parents and searched around, finally finding them in their bedroom.