Looking back on a childhood filled with events and memories, I find it difficult to pick one that leaves me with the fabled “ warm and fuzzy feelings.” As of being the second oldest in my family, I had the pleasure of going to different places including museums and parks. Sooner than I knew it, morning came and that annoying alarm clock was ringing in my ear. I slowly dragged myself out of bed and got ready to put on my new school uniform that hung on the outside of the door of my room. The uniform had blue stripes going across it in the front and I wore navy blue pants. I sometimes would get nervous about new changes in my life. Especially when it comes to school.
My family and I went to the car on the side of the house next to a range of colorful red roses. I was eager to start school and met the new campus, but I was also scared. Walking out of my comfort zone was the first step to having a better life. When going to The building I see kids lining up in front of the American flag. I started leaving the car and walking up to the school with my brother and sister in front of me. I wasn't that person who’d make friends easily so I tended to stay by myself during the whole school day. The things that started going through my mind as I approached my locker were “ was I going to get to class on time?” and “I gonna make any new friends.” When I did get lost, I feel like my world was coming to an end. A nice lady at the school came in my direction what a very calm expression on her face and ask me what was wrong and helped me to my next class. When I got to lunch I saw the tables in a rectangular row. We got to sit wherever we wanted during lunch but were not allowed to keep moving so people wouldn't drop their food. There weren't as many cars as it was when going to the old school because it was parted off from 6 grade and up instead of kindergarten to twelfth grade. It felt less crowded than I expected. It had a very open field with no playground but you’d have to cross the street to get there.
Something that I was passionate about is art. Art is something that always came relatively easily to me when I start going to the old school. But it was devastating to find out that I couldn't take it anymore because I was going to be a senior. The classes were chosen by the students in many grade levels. I was not the best student in high school, though it was primarily due to my lack of effort and enthusiasm. I regarded teachers a little more than my fellow classmates; eccentric and moderately insane people who wandered around aimlessly and asked “why?” of everything. Some kids would laugh in their uniforms of ...
