Are my teachers nice? Am I gonna have classes with my friends? After I ate breakfast, I got in the car with my mom and met up with my best friend Kalliee so we could at least walk in together because we didn 't have any classes together. As Kalliee and I were walking in, the first thing I did was drop something. The the I dropped was of course my deodorant.
I began to think that I was not alone in thinking that I would mess up and be awkward the first day of school. Obviously, my parents had told me as most parents do that being nervous is healthy, natural, and normal. They also said that everyone else would be just as nervous as me or more nervous. However, I did not believe them. How many times does someone believe their parents when they are in middle school anyways?
As I sat there for two days, I wondered what the house was going to look like, what the neighbors would be like, and how the schools were. I never had to think of these things before. Two days later, my parents came and picked me up. On the way to my new home, my parents explained that it was not like the house we previously lived in. That statement scared me because I did not want to live in a smaller house nor did I want to share a room with either of my sisters.
I just wish I had my parents back. If only I could start over and tell them that I respect their decision to keep me home. I would tell them I would stay home and spend time with them. I would say to them that I love them and will spend weekends at home instead of going out. If only I could start over and not let them leave me.
The students began to shuffle into class. I walked in after them, shy and alone, hoping I could hopefully make a friend so I wouldn’t have to sit alone for lunch break. Unbeknownst to me, I had a more significant problem arriving in the near future. At first glance, the class
I didn't want to hold a full conversation with anyone in my class unless they were the one to approach me. From this day, I still remember how lonely I felt and how badly I wanted to be accepted. I dreaded to go to recess because I wasn't sure what type of crowd I would “ fit in” with. As I walked in class, I saw everyone divided into various cliques and eventually I found myself every week trying to fit in with a different one. I tried my best to act like those kids in order to fit in, I changed so many things such as my attitude, my clothing, my hairstyles and how I spoke in the span of one year.
But this day was different my mom took me out to eat dinner when we usually went home and made dinner together, I even remember where we went we ended up going all the way to denver to go to my favorite restaurant Maggiano's. When we got there we talked about a lot of stuff but the one thing that stuck out to me was when she said that i'm moving schools. I was really mad and disappointed when my mom had said that I was moving schools, but when she told me about all of the fun activities that I could do it made me feel a little better than I did when she first had told me that I was moving. My mom also told me that there was no uniforms then I was really happy about moving but still I was sad. The next day my mom picked me up early from school so that we can go and tour my soon to be school.
My first day at school was hard enough. I tried to talk to the tall older students around me, but they simply ignored me. They continued to talk knowing my presence was still there. Of course, I was basically a dog next to an elephant. Soon, I found myself listening to other students’ conversation and gave up.
I spent my life like this up until my freshman year of highschool; of course, I had made some friends, but I still didn’t like to talk to people I didn’t know all too much about. Two of my friends changed this during my freshman year, they were the opposite of me and were incredibly social. Because of how
For a while, I didn’t have any kids and just sat by myself. At first, I must have been slightly confident because I liked a girl and even know I was extremely petrified of talking to other kids, I ended up going all the way over to the playground and asking her for her phone number, I’m not sure how I worked up the unlike me courage. she told me and I got extremely nervous and the feeling I stuffed everything up. I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t say anything but after that, I was extremely angry at myself, even more, petrified of talking to people and especially the girl I liked. Which I wanted to do more and more but never could.