Stranger in School

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A person once said “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it”. This quote implies that always treat others as you would like to be treated. You never know who a person is or what they might do for you in the future. In our lifetime one will encounter many people, some will stay with us while others may go. However, one will never know how long they have with someone, so one must enjoy themselves and learn something from all their encounters with individuals because there’s always a purpose for meeting them. Everyone starts out as strangers but will leave an impression for example, when I came to University High School, I knew no one and felt a stranger. My biggest fear was not being capable of comprehending the school’s curriculum. My thoughts of the school were, it’s going to be difficult, making friends impossible, and it would be a disaster. “You ready to go?”, my sister asked as we both stepped out of the car not knowing what to expect. I could feel my legs fighting back, not wanting to enter the school. “Hello, what’s your name?, Yari I replied” that’s how I knew there was no going back now, “now they know I exist, I wonder what was their impression of me is?, I’m a total stranger to them, I thought to myself as I sat waiting for my schedule. Students coming in and out, all different and strange to me, the school’s culture was different from my prior school. The school I attened was strict and so everyone had the characteristics of drill sergents. The feelings errrupting within me were horrifying, I planned how to react within the classroom and I figured keeping to myself was the best thing. That’s the reason why, even now so far into the school year, I’... ... middle of paper ... ... has to me. I have learned many interesting things through the course of the year for instance how speak your mind no matter the consequences. This will forever be with me and come useful in the future. Coming to University High School was frightning and unexpected however, it worked out for the best. It was a new experience that thought me how things are all unique including people. The community is this school all have each others backs at the end of the day and I’m proud to say I’ve come a long way since I started here. A stranger in the school I still may be to some but, there are many who don’t see me as the new girl anymore, after socializing and having classes with me. My point of view has grown very much and I now believe I’m prepared to move onto my next step in life, college were I will give it my all and succeed just as I have at University High School.

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