Switching schools can be difficult. Especially when you don’t really know anyone except some of people that went to the same elementary school as you. The scariest school move so far was from elementary school to middle school. It was scary because at the time all my friendships were on the rocks and that killed me. My friends were all I had to look forward to. If I had no friends There was nothing for me in middle school. Anyway I went into Coal Ridge a nervous wreck. I slowly figured out that me and one of my friends had all the same core classes as me. When I found out it calmed me a little bit but, I was still really nervous to go to my classes. I didn’t meet any of my teachers before. So I used a few of Jackie Robinson's nine values to help myself get through middle school. In elementary school I knew all the teachers and I liked all of them. After …show more content…
I had no idea what to think. My older sisters said it was the best three years that they experienced i n school. But, my sisters are very different than I am. My oldest sister, Sierra, was a very intelligent person and very shy she didn’t really have a lot of friends. Not that you need a lot of friends you just need a few close ones. My other sister, Savannah, was very different. She is smart, athletic, and compassionate. She had a lot of friends and she was popular. I wanted to be like Savannah and be popular. I thought being popular was the most important thing in the world. I loved that Savannah was always somewhere. Anyway halfway through the year the problems at home affected my life at school. I got my first “F” in my social studies class. I didn’t even care though I figured that my family was more important. Which is true but I need to learn how to multitask and I did. I learned how to seperate my home life from my school life. So, I guess you could say I was very persistent. My goal was to get good grades and fix my relationship with
I had to leave all of my friends and favorite teachers. I went from Cloverdale to Taylor’s Crossing Public Charter School. I went there for fifth and sixth grade then I changed again and came to Rocky Mountain. Coming back to the district was a little hard but most of my friends recognized me and all I really had to do was get used to the schedules and routine. I have enjoyed all three of the schools
I didn’t want to leave my friends or teachers. I loved my school. I have moved a lot in my life, so I didn’t want to move again. One day my mom said we might be moving in a couple months to Oklahoma.
Throughout my whole high school years, I had someone to motivate me. I wanted better for myself. I knew If I did the right things, good things would come to me. I like the finer things in life and I plan to have them. I go to school and work to have a better future.
As a freshman the transition was some what difficult for me. These are somethings I think would be good to new for the middle schoolers that are tranistioning into highschool. First keep organized. I can 't stress that enough because if you don 't you will lose things really easy and become a real mess. Another thing is a personal opinion but I don 't think that going to your locker every passing period is a good idea.
Now most people would be nervous of moving to a new school, but all we had to do was move through new hallways since our middle and high school are connected. Freshman year was probably the hardest year I've had looking back at it now and shaped me to be who I am today. Back in 2013 my grandpa had passed away from a rare form of lung cancer and my Mina (grandma) was suffering on and off from it, having no one to take care of her my mom would stay at her house 5 to 6 days out of the week and she would go there right after work. I would hardly see my mom except in the mornings before school and by than she would be sleeping after driving home from Danbury at 5am. My dad was hardly around from work and just not wanting to be home.
I felt a bit nervous, and definitely scared. Mostly because I wondered what people thought of me as, because I’m not like other freshman. And, It was actually better than I expected. The classmates were friendly, they weren’t rude, and they welcomed me with open arms. So I guess I learned a lesson that year, other than just acceptance.
Growing up with two older sisters, things were easier for me. From my sister’s experiences with growing up, I was able to take their experience and mainly learn from it. Colleges and universities is a big phase for one’s life and I got an idea of what college was like through my older sisters while I was in high school. The famous social organization, sororities and fraternities, is common among the American college culture. They consist of sisterhood/brotherhood that are based on rituals and creeds that indicates services, friendship, leadership, and academic achievements.
When I was in elementary school I wasn’t the brightest kid. In fact, I always got B’s, C’s, and sometimes a D at school. Despite getting that score, my parents rarely got mad at me. As a kid, I would always wondered why my parents never care about it, and a lot of time I would think to myself that none of my parents is actually care about me. Going home from school, I got jealous of my friends that got picked up by their parents.
I left friends that I’ve known since kindergarten. So when the fourth grade started, I was completely alone. I had to get to know my surroundings, try and meet new friends, and figure out how things worked around here. Then in the seventh grade, things really went downhill. That was when everything started to change.
Last year I moved from Guttenberg to Manchester, which moved me from Clayton Ridge to West Delaware High School. The whole move was a speedy process. Before we moved I only knew 3 people that attended West Delaware and out of those people, none of them are my age. I was upset with my parents for putting me in the position of leaving all my friends that I had finally gotten used to, to move somewhere where I didn’t know anybody. A rush of emotions were coming onto me; fear of losing friends, anger and resentment towards my family for not telling me until they had already bought the house, but also excitement because I would be starting all over again and meeting new people.
The entire school had maybe one hundred people. There were only four girls in my entire grade and twenty kids total. Switching from a school that small to a public school with one hundred people just in my grade was a huge adjustment. It was incredibly intimidating at first, however,
This created a great rift between me and the people that had been my friends. I began trying to hang out with friends but found they were always busy while I was home reading, waiting for an adventure. I had managed to keep a few of my friends and these people are still my friends today, but first I had to deal with being solitary for a while. After I accepted the way school, and friends were going to go I only faced one obstacle. Almost my entire life changed after my move, I had a new routine, some new friends, and a new way I had to learn.
As 7th grade started, my social life came to a definitive close. I struggled greatly with friends, primarily because one of my good friends had left Trafton in 6th grade to receive home schooling, and because all of my other friends from elementary schools attended other schools. I attempted to reach more friendly terms with people who I previously
Have you ever felt uncomfortable, nervous, and confused ? These are all the things I felt moving to a new school. I had no idea if I would gain friends or if anyone would like me. Maybe if I had a tour around the new school before my first day I would have not been so disorientated. Going from a one story school to a two story school was hard, having to look down every five seconds to make sure I was on the right hall, or if I was suppose to be upstairs or downstairs.
One of my experiences with failure took place when I was in fourth grade. There were many problems accumulated and I was a child who needed people to see if I did my homework or study for the test, because I couldn’t concentrate and was distracted by anything in the room. My brother also had problems that year, he needed more attention because he didn’t get along with his math teacher and my Mom was always after him with the homework; otherwise he would have failed Math at the end of the year. In fourth grade, the teacher that was assigned to us was one of the strict teachers that were in that school