What it was like going to a new school
Looking back on childhood filled with events and memories, I find it difficult to pick on that leaves me with the fabled “ warm and fuzzy feelings.” As of being the second oldest of 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 hanged on the outside of the door from my room. The uniform had a blue stripes going across it in the front and I wore navy blue pants. I sometimes would get nervous to new changes of my life. Expectually 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 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 wasnt 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 was “ was I going to get to class on time?” and was “I gonna make any new friends.” When I did get lost, I feel like my world was coming to a end. A nice lady at the school came towards my direction what a very calm expression on her face and ask me what's wrong and help me to my next class. When I got to lunch I saw the tables in a rectangle 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 car 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 what 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 easy 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 modately insane people who wandered around aimlessly and asked “why?” of everything....